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Water for elephants

…. I am too stunned for words. How can one tiny book fathom so much magic, emotions, fantasy and love. I feel like I’ve aged to ninety three and all I want to do is hold my book right and sob to bed for the rest of my life. I keep looking at the book so with much love, I’m too scared to read another book just incase this magic might be lost. I feel like I am
Being swallowed by my feels.


When I was a student at Cambridge I remember an anthropology professor holding up a picture of a bone with 28 incisions carved in it. “This is often considered to be man’s first attempt at a calendar” she explained. She paused as we dutifully wrote this down. ‘My question to you is this – what man needs to mark 28 days? I would suggest to you that this is woman’s first attempt at a calendar.’

It was a moment that changed my life. In that second I stopped to question almost everything I had been taught about the past. How often had I overlooked women’s contributions?

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