It’s been a while since I finished The Longest Journey (still need to write a review) and now that tennis plans are on ice for a bit (because of a pulled muscle) and that work has, not slowed down, but has at least moved past the frantic phase, I feel might get the right time and head-space again to enjoy the next read in my Forster project.
I only have two novels left, the short stories, and Aspects of the Novel.
But, I have also found two biographies at the library that looked really good:
So, without further delay, I am off on A Passage to India.
(Taken on a trip to Simla a few years ago. The book is not set there, but this is what I picture when reading the book.)