Not quite a full moon, not quite midnight

For some, timing is everything.

I approximate and procrastinate.

Others say I am always late and can never make up my mind.

It is all perception. 

Never judge a book by its cover is a well worn phrase. An enlightened primary teacher brought the latest bestsellers to life in class, edited of course - Flowers in the Attic, Not a Penny More . . .

As a teen, I read extensively, thanks to a well stocked local library. Every sci-fi and fantasy book I could get my hands on. However I avoided the book which would ultimately become my mainstay. Because of a review on the book cover, this was along the lines of ‘an enthralling epic of passion and timeless romance’. I apologise as I have lost to others my two copies which bear that review so it may not be word perfect. Choose a romantic novel over Tolkien - even with an image of a girl like me on the cover? No, there would be no romance for me, no big white gown, no happily ever after.

It was only a year or so later that, worn down by the book staring down at me from the revolving rack, I left the library with it in my hands and it barely left them, as I lost myself completely in
The Mists of Avalon . . .