It’s July and we must be roughly mid-way through the time allotted to the 20/15/10 Books of Summer. Those weeks seemed endless at the beginning, where have they gone already? Not that I haven’t been reading; I’m enjoying an unexpectedly rich period of reading at the moment. There will be no problem in reading my 10 books. As usual, the challenge lies in writing about them, particularly as most of them seem to demand a post to themselves. But picking up this weekly meme again is a way of ticking off a couple of books at least, and keeping tabs on my reading in general.
At the bottom of the hill sits our nearest neighbour: a run of whitewashed cottages which at first sight appears to be three small farm workers’ homes but is now one large and one smaller dwelling, the latter a more recent addition. These days they form the frontage of a discreet holiday business. Six pleasant wooden chalets lie beyond, out of sight of us or passers-by. The owners are warm and friendly but keep to themselves; the guests are quiet. We couldn’t ask for better neighbours.
From the neighbours we learned that the original building was once a public house and that it was also briefly the home of the writer, Mary Wesley. I read a fair few of her books in the eighties and nineties, which I then passed along to a charity shop. I rather wish I’d kept them now. She is probably best known for her second novel: The Camomile Lawn (1984) which became, as I remember it, a slightly racy tv series.
For the last couple of months I have created a chain for Kate’s Six Degrees of Separation but not managed to post it. There is a risk of another month passing in the same manner. So without further ado, here is my chain for June. The background to Six Degrees can be found here.
this has been a spring like no other but not because the sun has been shining
What follows is a compilation of fragments written or thought about as we wend our way through early spring. Too short and disjointed as individual posts, the final compilation proved too unwieldy. In the spirit of compromise – one post in three parts.
The photos are from an evening walk mid-May when everywhere glowed pink as the light faded. Pink – the colour of compassion and understanding.
It came as no surprise to learn that in the UK, May 2020 has been the sunniest and driest for over a century. May is one of my most favourite months. I began, mid-month, waxing lyrical to myself on the glories of the wildflowers and the Cornish spring – for surely this has been the earliest spring and the most marvellous year for the flowers? Then I noticed drafts of posts from past years, some published, some not, but all centred around the wonderful month of May and how this year or that year has brought forth one of the finest Mays I’ve seen. It gave me pause for thought. Is there really a need for yet another paean to this most beautiful moment in our calendar? Continue reading “The View from Here: walking in the writer’s footsteps (part 1)”
… at the end of the day, it’s all about the reading …
Reading challenges are always fun: the choosing, the list-making, the reading… But that’s where I get stuck. It’s not that I dislike writing about the books; I’m just very bad at producing posts of any type to order. Continue reading “Two Reading Challenges for Summer”
“Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible.” Dalai Lama
There’s a lot of darkness in the world right now. I am mindful that we are all in the same storm but each in a different boat. An important reason to acknowledge and be grateful for the good that is around me. Continue reading “Six Things on a Sunday”
FictionFan, Rose and I agreed to each post our thoughts on this novel today and compare our responses. Despite a three-month window in which to prepare, I am of course writing at the last minute with little time to reflect. And perhaps this is a good thing because I know that I could reflect on this book for weeks and a post about it would be the subject of endless edits and revisions to the point where quite possibly it never got posted at all. Continue reading “The Go-Between by L P Hartley”
My own mind is not sound; I am the last person entitled to laugh at this unfortunate, deranged woman. But perhaps that is why I hate her so much. I see in her the damage a maid can do to her mistress. I see elements of myself.
My wish list is strewn with books written in recent years which fall into the historic/gothic genre, none of which I have so far managed to start. I want to; it just hasn’t happened. Bone China by Laura Purcell has finally got me over the starting line, courtesy of The Pigeonhole. This is my first book by Laura Purcell and hopefully it’s clear that I’m not well-versed in the work of modern gothic writers in general so what follows should be read with those caveats in mind. It’s also not easy to describe this book whilst avoiding spoilers but I can say with conviction that I loved it! An excellent choice to kick off my RIP XIV reads. Continue reading “Bone China by Laura Purcell”