A lovely little story, read at at just the right time, with the Jubilee upon us. I must admit I've always had a very healthy respect for the Queen, she is a remarkable woman. So this little story was a wonderful find.
A chance visit to a mobile library - found in the grounds of Buckingham Palace, a book taken out just because she thought she should and a bookworm is unleashed.
It's a wonderful idea, that a woman so bound by duty, one that had dismissed books would in her 70's suddenly realise what she'd missed out on and desperately tries to make up for lost time, taking books with her everywhere (even in the carriage on the way to the opening of Parliament - only to come back and find it had been taken away and probably blown up). The idea that she had perfected the art of reading in the back of car (carefully keeping the book out of view of the public) whilst still waving to the crowds.
The reaction to her sudden interest in reading was astonishing - that people could be so openly hostile to it - bizarre.
Ultimately the love of reading leads to something rather unexpected - a desire to write.
If only it were true.......