*140* Live a Little

You have to admit… the cover of this book is rather splendid, isn’t it? And so is the book. Shimi and Beryl are both over ninety. She’s worried about losing her memory, ex English teacher proud of her vocabulary is trying to write a memoir of all the men in her life, while despairing over […]

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*139* ramblings of a tired mind

Two posts in one day. What is going on? I tell you what’s going on… I’ve just finished reading this: I wonder what do authors of novels think when someone manages to read so much into their work… does JK pat herself on the back or does she have a good laugh? I guess novels […]

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*138* Lanny

Lanny, by Max Porter I’ve been wanting to talk about this book for a while but I know I’m going too find it really difficult to do it justice. And it deserves justice, because it’s one of the most innovative and poignant and clever and beautiful book I’ve read this year. The Guardian has a […]

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*137* poetry Monday

What if the grass is greener (by Erin Hanson) What if grass is greener on the other side, Because it’s always raining there, Where the ones who never fail to give, Hardly have enough to spare, Where the people with the broadest smiles, Have pillows filled with tears, And the bravest ones you’ve ever known, […]

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*136* Novacene (James Lovelock)

I am not really sure of what made me buy this book. The cover is beautiful, yes, but I’m not that shallow. It just ‘called me’ and I simply answered. I was intrigued by the byline ‘the coming of age of hyperintelligence’, I’ve been struggling how to make sense of getting older, of the meaning […]

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*135* poetry Monday

“Four Quartets” Part II: East Coker (by T.S. Eliot) … Home is where one starts from. As we grow olderThe world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense momentIsolated, with no before and after,But a lifetime burning in every momentAnd not the lifetime of one man onlyBut of old […]

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*134* Hughenden Manor

Today was a gorgeous day. Yesterday was not… but we had decided on a day out at a National Trust property and a little weather warning wasn’t going to deter us… Hughenden Manor, was from 1848 to 188, the house of Benjamin D’Israeli, who was twice Prime Minister at the time of Queen Victoria. During […]

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*133* Poetry Monday

Holding My Beads (by Grace Nicholls) Unforgiving as the course of justice In erasable as my scars and fate. i am here a woman…with all my lives strung out like beads before me It isn’t privilege or pity that I seek It isn’t reverence or safety quick happiness or purity but the power to be […]

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*132* the moon and the library

That sounds like the title of a book, doesn’t it? It isn’t, it’s only a telegraphic account of my Saturday adventures when together with my parents, I visited Gloucester Cathedral – always a pleasure btw – such an incredible building… I was really curious to see the moon installation right in the middle of the […]

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*131* soup, anyone?

It’s definitively soup weather… the mornings are dark and chilly and frankly a salad for lunch is not so appealing anymore. The first soup was butternut squash and carrots, nothing fancy, but velvety and warming. And I didn’t take any pictures, because… I don’t know, I forgot… This time though I made an effort and […]

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