Yes, this is probably an unusual word to choose.
However, there is a simple, though somewhat objectionable, reason for my decision…
I looked at her. Sheila was my girl—the girl I wanted—and wanted for keeps. But it wasn’t any use having illusions about her.
Of all the Agatha Christie books I have owned, and there have been many, this was the very first one. And after much consideration and deliberation, I decided that this would be the first one of her books that I speak about. And I can say with quite some certainty that this will not be the last.
“The beginning is the most important part of the work.”
After years of procrastination and months of deliberation, I write my very first post. This almost seems like the usual trend with me, but anyway, I’m here now…