After much deliberation and arguments with myself, I have at long last come to a decision regarding the fifth and final choice of book for my desert island. I found myself thinking about all sorts of different novels that I have read in the past. My aim was to come up with something that I could comfortably read over and over again. Apart from enjoying thinking about various works of fiction, it was difficult for me to reach a decision.
I wanted something that would take me some time to read. There is certainly no point in me taking a fast thriller which although exciting on the first read, inspires less interest the second or third time, when you know what happens at the end.
Then, I don’t quite know how it happened, but the thought of playwright William Shakespeare popped into my mind. This could actually be it, I remember thinking to myself. There is so much to be found inside the words of Shakespeare – however many times you read his works. As my choice for the desert island, I decided upon a volume of the complete works of William Shakespeare.
I realised that upon reading some of the plays, I would be reminded of shows that I had seen on the stage. But what is wrong with that? What could possibly be bad with memories of “Much Ado about Nothing” at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre in Stratford upon Avon, while sitting alone on my desert island. If this book would not be good company, then what would?