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Whenever I’m in doubt of what to read next, when the bookshop is overflowing with inspiration; I turn to the nearest bookseller and ask for their recommendation. Not only are booksellers a very friendly bunch, but they’re also big readers and often have a book in mind you’d never find nestled on the shelves.

I recently popped into Salts Mill (my all time favourite bookshop) and did just that. I was recommended a non-fiction book that would be hard to categorise; it’s a diary, a book of advice and wellbeing, and a little nod to nature too. With that description, I never would have picked it off the shelf. But it’s a small book, that’s beautifully simple.

Allan Jenkins uses Morning as a confirmation of what he already knows. A secret he shares with his readers. It’s effective and calming. It’s also very simple – to wake up earlier. Listen to the birds, watch the sunrise and enjoy the quiet calm before the day really begins.

It’s elegantly put together, a diary of Allen’s pre-dawn thoughts interwoven with interviews of others who wake before the sun. It’s very effective too. Although I’m yet to wake early enough to welcome a July sunrise, I am getting out of bed earlier. And more than that – I’m using that time wisely. For now this might be a little change in my routine, but I really hope it’s one that lasts.

autobiography · books · classics · diary

The Diary of a Young Girl

Anne FrankAnne Frank’s diary has shaped a generation in its presentation of war, hiding and ultimate betrayal. She’s a girl, no more ordinary but by a range of events become extraordinary.

After first reading her diary many years ago, I became enticed by her story, her strength and perseverance. Anne captures the essence of everyday life while surrounded by the most peculiar circumstances but her energy and love for life shine through.

It was therefore incredible to finally enter the secret annex, after years of dreaming of a trip to Amsterdam the two-hour queue was tiny in comparison. Inside the diaryYet it was a strangely surreal experience to walk the rooms we only know through description, but missing the furniture and in a way the soul of the building. The emptiness of the annex and loss it had held still outweighed the many visitors inside, giving it an atmosphere somehow familiar yet so different from the world Anne knew.

The experience is something I will certainly take with me, it evoked a clear message for peace and unity. Reinforcing to my generation and those that will follow the despicable events that war entails and if we are lucky one day the world will realise that too.