Enjoying the 8:30 p.m. sunshine (in Tampere, Finland, where I'm on vacation)
He's reading, in Finnish, Kohtaaminen Firenzessa, by the British author, Evelyn Anthony. In English, the book is called The Malajpiga Exit. "It's about Italy, I think," he said, and explained that he'd only just begun. He's reading it because when his grandfather passed away, he left 10 boxes of books. He now is on the last box, with about 10 books (of about 200 or 300) left to go. "Pretty stupid..." he said about reading the books, but I disagreed with him.
The best book within the boxes was by Alexandre Dumas, though he forgets which one, though it wasn't The Three Musketeers. The best Finnish author, he said, when I asked, is Aleksis Kivi.
The best book within the boxes was by Alexandre Dumas, though he forgets which one, though it wasn't The Three Musketeers. The best Finnish author, he said, when I asked, is Aleksis Kivi.
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I love this post -- what a charming, touching thing to do, reading all of his grandfather's books.
Just finshed the last book of the ten boxes. Now - the rest of the books in the world...
Thanks for another great post. This one was really lovely!
Toni, I'm so happy to hear that. Your grandfather's spirit must be smiling.
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