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Drift through books: October 2010
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Meandering, whimsical non-reviews of books and ruminations on reading. Friday, October 22, 2010. My reading wish list. This is what I am dying to read:. The Master of Hestiviken. And/or the Kristin Lavransdatter Trilogy. Have read one (or was it two? Of these books set in medieval Norway, when I was 15. Would dearly love to read both the entire series from the beginning. Undset won the Nobel Prize for literature in 1928. Indiaplaza has a couple of books from the latter series. Twilight by Katherine Mosby.
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Drift through books: May 2011
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Meandering, whimsical non-reviews of books and ruminations on reading. Tuesday, May 31, 2011. The Matisse Stories - AS Byatt. At the outset, apologies if the writing is bad – I haven’t written much in a while and am rusty. It has been a while since I reviewed anything here. I have been reading though, and some of the books I read have been pretty good. I adored Nick Hornby. I enjoyed, but was less impressed by, Stieg Larsson. And The Chinese Lobster. Matisse is a motif in all these stories. In the fi...
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Drift through books: Charlotte Gray - Sebastian Faulks
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Meandering, whimsical non-reviews of books and ruminations on reading. Tuesday, March 27, 2012. Charlotte Gray - Sebastian Faulks. Over the past few months, I’ve been quietly catching up on my reading. I re-read Sea of Poppies, in preparation for reading River of Smoke. I also read Haruki Murakami. 8217;s Norwegian Wood. What I did pick up was Sebastian Faulks’ World War II novel, Charlotte Grey. Is set in WWI, and The Girl at the Lion d’Or. Is set in the period before WWII. Hi Shai.nice blog :). You can...
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Write Me in Red: A Recipe for a Broken Heart
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Write Me in Red. Friday, November 18, 2011. A Recipe for a Broken Heart. 2 beating hearts, one warm, one cold. 1 more cruel word. 2 weeks of waiting. 10 days of bitterness. 1 week of insecurity. 1 day of longing. 1 day of self-pity (could be substituted by complaints). 1 day of anger. 1 day of recrimination (this can continue over the next two days). 1 day of indecision. 1 day of hardened resolve. 1 day of silence. Love and pride in equal measures. Tried and tested over centuries. View my complete profile.
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Write Me in Red: November 2011
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Write Me in Red. Friday, November 18, 2011. A Recipe for a Broken Heart. 2 beating hearts, one warm, one cold. 1 more cruel word. 2 weeks of waiting. 10 days of bitterness. 1 week of insecurity. 1 day of longing. 1 day of self-pity (could be substituted by complaints). 1 day of anger. 1 day of recrimination (this can continue over the next two days). 1 day of indecision. 1 day of hardened resolve. 1 day of silence. Love and pride in equal measures. Tried and tested over centuries. View my complete profile.
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Drift through books: August 2010
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Meandering, whimsical non-reviews of books and ruminations on reading. Thursday, August 5, 2010. I am amazed that I haven’t yet waxed poetic about Georgette Heyer on this blog. It’s not snobbery, because I have no qualms admitting to anyone that she is one of my favourite authors, critically acclaimed or not. Heyer wrote both intense romances and the light-hearted ones. It’s hard to say which I enjoy more: the frothy yet meaningful romps or serious ones with the ever persistent vein of humour.
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Drift through books: Bring Up The Bodies - Hilary Mantel
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Meandering, whimsical non-reviews of books and ruminations on reading. Wednesday, August 8, 2012. Bring Up The Bodies - Hilary Mantel. In Bring Up The Bodies however, I find Cromwell slipping from my grasp. If I was puzzled as to his motivations in Wolf Hall, I am more so now. What compels him to bring down Anne and her so-called lovers? Does he really believe they are guilty? If not, is he driven solely by vengeance over Wolsey’s death? Or a desire to do the King’s will at all costs? Reading of AnneR...
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Drift through books: March 2012
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Meandering, whimsical non-reviews of books and ruminations on reading. Tuesday, March 27, 2012. Charlotte Gray - Sebastian Faulks. Over the past few months, I’ve been quietly catching up on my reading. I re-read Sea of Poppies, in preparation for reading River of Smoke. I also read Haruki Murakami. 8217;s Norwegian Wood. What I did pick up was Sebastian Faulks’ World War II novel, Charlotte Grey. Is set in WWI, and The Girl at the Lion d’Or. Is set in the period before WWII. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Drift through books: January 2013
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Meandering, whimsical non-reviews of books and ruminations on reading. Sunday, January 27, 2013. The Fry Chronicles – Stephen Fry. I’m going to come right out and say it: I haven’t enjoyed a book as much in a long time. You’re free to leave the page now. Or stick with me while I ramble some more. 8221; Fry takes the words out of your mouth. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Restless Quill has a new home. Resources for Learning more on Hadoop. Bronze at Pepper - KLR. The Fry Chronicles – Stephen Fry.
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Write Me in Red: May 2011
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Write Me in Red. Tuesday, May 17, 2011. Red swing, green earth, whirling leaves. Song on my lips. Wind in the rain. Dirt-flecks, dead leaves, leaking roof. Flame in my heart. How can I smear. How can I smear. The rippling-water, soaring-bird, boy-laughter colour. Of your eyes with the dark clouds. Of my smudged eyeliner? You smoke your cigarette, I mine. Thus I won’t smear. With my sweat-sticky strawberry lip-gloss. That night you leaned. Your head against hers. His gaze on my cheek,. I dangled my feet.