Jessica McFarland

(And this probably says an awful lot about me:)

Lying in bed after a night playing musical theatre reeds, getting sleepy, one light on, glass of rosé wine, reading Foundation by Isaac Asimov. Learning about the efforts of the people of the planet Terminus to re-establish technology after the fall of the Galactic Empire. Enjoying the author’s projections about what technology will be like thousands of years into the future (atomic power and ultrawave; I guess mobile phones were already a thing of the past).

But mostly, being grateful that I’m no longer reading a popular teenage book about sexy vampires that was, I must say, the worst book I’ve ever finished. (What a miscalculation, should really have given up. And why are there so many sequels, eh?)

Anyway, I escaped that catastrophe with my intelligence roughly in tact, and now I’ve got my yellowed copy of Asimov that I bought for 25p at the Deptford Market and my wine and my bed. Happy times.