It's been a day of heaving heavy sighs 'cos I simply couldn't get myself motivated to do anything...so I sighed a lot instead.
Actually, sometimes days when I lack motivation can be quite useful because then I feel justified in spending time on my laptop, which I did this afternoon looking up information about the Ukraine. I've reached the last few pages of a book set in 1930, in the countryside of the Ukraine as the Communists were scouring the land and taking villagers and small farmers against their will to work on collective farms and so on.
There was a terrible famine deliberately set in motion by Stalin to try to rid the Ukraine of its peoples, customs and religion...many resorted to cannibalism to try to stay alive but it's estimated about ten million people died as a result of starvation. The reason why so few have heard of this episode in history is that Stalin never wrote anything down...Hitler did...he was always composing vast tracts of words explaining the 'Jewish Problem' and how he was going to tackle it...Stalin simply carried out his genocide without keeping records...
I've simplified it of course...
The book I've nearly finished is about a child stolen from a village and her Uncles bid to find her...the child herself thinks she's been kidnapped by a character from folk-lore...the Baba Yaga, an unpleasant person who lives in a house perched on moving chicken legs and eats small children. I spent ages reading about her...though she's actually three women at once...all with the same name and characteristics.
The book is called The Child Thief by Dan Smith. It was one of the books I found in the Hospice shop last week.