Charles Dickens: A Trial For Murder
When the murder was first discovered, no suspicion fell–or I ought rather to say, for I cannot be too precise in my facts, it was nowhere publicly hinted that any… Read More »Charles Dickens: A Trial For Murder
When the murder was first discovered, no suspicion fell–or I ought rather to say, for I cannot be too precise in my facts, it was nowhere publicly hinted that any… Read More »Charles Dickens: A Trial For Murder
“Halloa! Below there!” When he heard a voice thus calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled round its… Read More »Charles Dickens: The Signalman
Once again I have to applaud Mrs Timberlake’s fabulous house of scents on Ebay. The perfume below arrived late last week and is truly captivating. Hyperboles are useful when encountering… Read More »perfume anchoring! Blue Agava Accord- with Mrs Timberlake !
The restlessness of a great city, and the way in which it tumbles and tosses before it can get to sleep, formed one of the first entertainments offered to the… Read More »Charles Dickens: Night Walks
By a very happy accident I found this wonderful Ebay shop where lots of Jo Malone perfumes ( and others)are reproduced for a fraction of the original price. The scents… Read More »Mrs Timberlake's Ebay Perfume shop: Wow in a bottle!
The view from my Lady Dedlock’s own windows is alternately a lead-coloured view and a view in Indian ink. The vases on the stone terrace in the foreground catch the… Read More »Bleak House: Disassociation?
Can a white bear embrace a house so tightly that sleepers spill out everywhere into darkness? I never gazed upon the bear’s face and maybe that was the point. The house had… Read More »Hide and Seek dream.
Just begun this novel and delighted to find it in the library after my new thrift policy eschewing spending lots in Tesco or Amazon! Very atmospheric from the first page.… Read More »Val McDermid The Distant Echo
This Wordsworth Edition of Sherlock Holmes’ stories combines the stories elected by Conan Doyle as his very best, with a group selected by the editor. The resulting edition is pure… Read More »Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: The Best of Sherlock Holmes edited by Stuart Davies
“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” – Howard Thurman… Read More »Follow your BLISS!!!
LAST POST In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If poetry could tell it backwards, true, begin that moment shrapnel scythed you… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy: Last Post Review( One)
Gaiman’s American Gods- What an engrossing read! Something I can’t quite identify about the ‘flavour’ of this book…reminds me of a combination of Beckett, Sachar and even- maybe expecially… Read More »Neil Gaiman: American Gods
Just read this over a couple of days and really enjoyed the easeful sequencing of past and nearly present. Manages to combine a high profile kidnapping narrative with a… Read More »A Darker Domain: Val McDermid
Behind the furthest end of the brewery, was a rank garden with an old wall: not so high but that I could struggle up and hold on long enough to… Read More »Great Expectations: Walking Away from me even then!
I opened my eyes this morning to dark black ink hanging in the air in front of my face and I knew it was a signature and I had to… Read More »Air Signatures
It was as if she was at least two people, each with their entirely separate habits. There was this woman now with the mottled grey face who had forgotten how… Read More »Drifting
The best way to define the job as Poet Laureate is to speak plainly and poetically at the same time. Carol Ann Duffy has made a reputation for just that.… Read More »The TImes leader: July 31 st 2009
YOU don’t know about me without you have read abook by the name of The Adventures of TomSawyer; but that ain’t no matter. That book wasmade by Mr. Mark Twain,… Read More »Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
LAST POST In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If poetry could tell it backwards, true, beginthat moment shrapnel scythed you to the… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy: The Last Post
It was as if his Aunt had been preserved in honey. Her voice sounded nearly as he wanted her to sound and she looked almost like the face at the front of… Read More »george
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion.It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.It promises lightlike the careful undressing of love. Here. It… Read More »Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy
Your words sat on the supermarket notice board, red, blue, green and trolley pushers went past but looked up as they counted their soft loaves, minding feet, anticipating the rain… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy in Lidl!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7kBIGx6a9g&feature=related I’m not scared of lions and tigers and bears (no I’m not)But I’m scared of (loving you)I’m not scared to perform at a sold out affair (that’s right)But I’m… Read More »Jazmine Sullivan: Lions,Tigers and Bears
Arthur Conan Doyle The Greek Interpreter During my long and intimate acquaintance with Mr. Sherlock Holmes I had never heard him refer to his relations, and hardly ever to his… Read More »Conan Doyle: The Greek Interpreter
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The night before, we met again, to unsayunbearable farewells, to seeour eyes brighten with re-strung tears.O I had my sudden wish –though I barely knew you –to stand at the… Read More »Carol Ann Duffy : Premonitions Two
They had met when his mother had gone out for the day, looking to their future she had told him as she drove away wearing her old grey gloves. George… Read More »Max
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue, Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue; Striped like a zebra, freckled like a pard, Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr’d; 50… Read More »Lamia by John Keats
CANTO I Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven; pity these… Read More »Keats: The Fall of Hyperion
George hadn’t seen his Aunt for three years. He had asked her to return in so many different ways, that now all he had left of her was this autumn… Read More »george