My late parents and grandparents were devoted left-wing communists and they had a lot of wonderful ideas. One of the ideas was: a worker, even the lowest rank, has an obligation to cultivate one´s mind by reading and studying. Most of their ideas I did not abduct, and they are out of fashion anyway, but this one I selected to be taken seriously. I became a forest worker who reads a lot.
English is not my mother´s tongue, it is an odd language called Finnish, and I read Russian and Swedish as well. I left literature written in English aside for years. Recently I came back into this language by reading Irvine Welsh´s novels. So much about uplifting one´s standards... But I am glad I did.
My workmates are not usually readers. Well, in general I chat in the forest with birds, mosquitos, mooses and snakes. So I look for a change to discuss about books and fiction and words and whatever, even though I am far more handy with the chainsaw than I am with the pencil (or pad).


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And am lucky enough to live near an old bookstore, where everything costs less than £3! Its one of those old ones where, if your not careful, you will lose yourself in it 


