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One moment one morning
One moment one morning






“ I like very much people telling me about their childhood, but they’ll have to be quick or else I’ll be telling them about mine.” This line from the first part of the book confirms one thing, that Thomas was a natural when it came to story telling, and by extension poetry. Growing up in the sea city, Dylan Thomas loved every bit of it. He tells reminiscences of his childhood, and boy, you’ll love how he recounts it. Dylan Thomas was born in Wales during the the First World War. There is some form of zing and energy that accompanies one when they hold this book. I just felt like I should talk of how I came across the book. It has kind of made this post extra long. I was happy again! I then purchased the book, plus two others and left. Seeing the Dylan Thomas book made me forget that I had been rained on. I’ve searched East and West, I just never get any of his books. Dylan Thomas is one of the authors I’m talking of. I often fail to get their books, and after several attempts and failing to get the books, I just pick what’s usually on sale. You know why I was excited? Sometimes I usually go on a book shopping spree with some authors in mind. Guess what, it was a Dylan Thomas book! It was there on a stand on the other end of the street. I then decided to go home and before I got to the bus stop, something caught my eye. I hated the rain, the sky, the clouds and everything involved. I, my kinky African hair and the cute outfit I had on. How does it happen? One moment it’s all sunny and calm, then it suddenly rains like the heavens are expelling demons. That kind of weather usually astonishes me. I went to town to run a few errands and just as as I had stepped in the C.B.D, the skies opened and it rained so heavily. The sky was blue and there was no sign that it would rain. I didn’t have an umbrella with me and the only place where I could shelter from the rain (which came un-announced) was outside some shops across the street. This one time it started raining when I was in town. BOOK REVIEW: QUITE EARLY ONE MORNING by DYLAN THOMAS








One moment one morning