I found a book that has inspired me to do it again and for once I'm going to answer that inspiration, although slightly differently.
I find it hard these days to read long blogposts (with a couple of exceptions) so I intend to write a burst of short posts daily.
The book is The Little Paris Bookshop: A Novel by Nina George.
It is a charming story full of delights and truths, sometimes in combination, with a happy ending.
First delight / truth combo:
"Yet that was only one part of what Perdu* listened out for and recorded: what was making the soul unhappy. Then there was the second part: what made the soul happy. Monsieur Perdu knew that the texture of the things a person loves rubs off on his or her language, too."
"Madame Bernard, the owner of number 27, transposed her love of fabric into houses and people; "Manners like a creased polyester shirt" was one of her favorite sayings." Nina GeorgeI love the notion that what we love flavors how we speak. And look. The way I worded that; flavors. It's true. I do love food.
*Monsieur Jean Perdu is the lovable, flawed main character of the book