I first met the Guardian Weekly a dozen years or so ago here in Kabul when it was still on the nice crinkly paper – memorable to so many of your readers, which my hobby-printer husband says is called bible paper in the trade – and loved it at first sight. I saved the book section for several years because of the fascinating books it reviewed, hoping to find some of them.
The Guardian is my lifeline to the world. When I was 11 years old Wendell Willkie was running for president and his cry for One World, premature at the time, has stuck with me all these years, and become my cry also.
The Guardian Weekly is the only paper I know that covers the news of the whole world so Willkie’s hope is slowly becoming a reality in people’s minds and hearts and for that I thank you – a world of thanks.
The Guardian readership feels like a wonderful worldwide club of friendly, witty people I feel akin to. The Quick crossword is my antidote to ageing brain cells and the Review section always has articles about things and people I enjoy.
From the book review section I cull names of books I want to read, a list to pass on to the friends who keep me supplied.
The funny thing is that when I need to use a saved issue for some household task, I start reading it all over again and it’s just like a new treat!
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