Goodbye

Hello everyone,

I finally managed to get some time for myself and was so excited about updating the blog, writing about books again...send updates via email (something which I mean to try for a while) and then the news arrive, one after the other. Farrah Fawcett died of cancer yesterday and just a few hours later Michael Jackson disappeares.
They're both gone and although quite different from each other, they will hopefully be remembered for the good they did.
They both were famous and rich and...so many things we will never know...but it's weird to think they're gone.
Most people seem to be shocked about Michael's death and I am too. After all, he was just 50. Still I cannot stop thinking of Farrah, former Charlie's Angels. She greeted her son goodbuy on the phone. How cruel is that? Okay, he was in prison...but it somehow feels she deserved to see him, to kiss him goodbye.

Two V.I.P.s gone in just one day...reminds me of how frail life is, of how easily we get lost in our own problems and personal 'wars'...how easily we forget we may be given just one chance to say "sorry", "thank you", "I love you".

In my mind I was about to write something different today, lighter, happier, 'bookish'. But that doesn't feel right now. Please forgive me if you thought you would find something else here, today: this  blog should be about books but it's life, it takes over...