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  3. The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on her window-sill. It rose in a straight blue garment, When owls began to call: It had grown wise-tongued by thinking Of a quiet and light footfall; But the young queen would not listen; She rose in her pale night-gown; She drew in the heavy casement And pushed the latches down. He bade his heart go to her, When the owls called out no more; In a red and quivering garment It sang to her through the door. It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming Of a flutter of flower-like hair; But she took up her fan from the table And waved it off on the air. 'I have cap and bells,’ he pondered, 'I will send them to her and die’; And when the morning whitened He left them where she went by. She laid them upon her bosom, Under a cloud of her hair, And her red lips sang them a love-song Till stars grew out of the air. She opened her door and her window, And the heart and the soul came through, To her right hand came the red one, To her left hand came the blue. They set up a noise like crickets, A chattering wise and sweet, And her hair was a folded flower And the quiet of love in her feet. W.B. Yeats - 'The Cap and Bells'
  4. Thanks for the warning. If I ever encounter this book I'll know to give it a miss.
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  6. The book is titled "Revelations: Death," by Erik C. Heber, and it is announced as poems about dying, death, grief, and afterlife. This can be the poem collection of a psychopath, or someone readying himself for dying, or something like a being of higher consciousness, who can regard everything from the height of afterlife. Technically, the poems are of good quality. As I was reading these poems, the overpowering emotion was that I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I wanted to shout out aloud, feeling the presence of death, the hard pressure of grief. There are also religious poems in the book, but they are just as grim as the others. I have to confess, I was not able to read through the majority of the poems. Many of them raised so strong and unpleasant emotions that I was really not ready to see them through. The poet said in his description that they will give me piece. I guess I did not give them a chance, but not because I didn't want. I simply could not take it. So, I can recommend this book only for people who have a strong soul.
  7. I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!) Where no rude wind might visit me. Because of sad austerities I would in that sweet bosom be. I would be ever in that heart (O soft I knock and soft entreat her!) Where only peace might be my part. Austerities were all the sweeter So I were ever in that heart James Joyce, I Would In That Sweet Bosom Be
  8. The Mirror Crack'd from Side to Side, Agatha Christie
  9. For all the Jack Reacher fans : Jack Reacher
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  11. When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, “Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.” But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, “The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; ’Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.” And I am two-and-twenty, And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true. A.E. Housman - 'When I was one-and-twenty'
  12. Hope everyone enjoyed the Christmas season and had a great New Year's Eve - back to 'aild clathes and porridge' now. I guess at the beginning of a new year, also a new decade, there might be the tendency to feel a bit nostalgic for times gone by. I’m reading a book set in 1940’s Liverpool, England just after WWII and the landlady of a pub near the docks is trying to get the customers to go home as she wants to listen to Valentine Dyall in the BBC program “The Man In Black on the wireless. Gosh, did that ever take me back, Mum and I used to listen to that each week, the program was popular and must have been on the radio for quite a while. Felt a bit of a tug at my heart, a bit of my childhood. The name of the program was Appointment with Fear. Most of you are probably a bit too young maybe to remember the program but Mum and I enjoyed our little dose of fear each week. 💀
  13. Girl, Stop Apologizing by Rachel Hollis A birthday present from a friend - self help books are really not my thing. Hollis is a social media influencer, and I’m struggling with her writing. Very surprised this was in as a Good Reads 2019 Book of the Year winner.
  14. 5. Summer in Algiers by Albert Camus 4. Girl, Stop Apologizing by Rachel Hollis 3. The Skylark’s War by Hilary McKay **** 2. The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon **** 1. Mythos by Stephen Fry (A) (A) = Audiobook
  15. 2 weeks in, hope 2020 has started well for everyone!
  16. I have read it and loved it and yet don't appear in the discussion. How discouraging. I thought the movie was good, too.
  17. Dancing By the Light of the Moon, Gyles Brandreth
  18. Dancing By the Light of the Moon, Gyles Brandreth.
  19. I've just re-read this for my book group and it is one of those books that is every bit as good on the second time round. If you haven't already read it I urge you to do so.
  20. The Farmer quit what he was at, The bee-hive he was smokin': He tilted back his old straw hat-- Says he, 'Young man, you're jokin'! O Lordy! (Lord, forgive the swar,) Ain't ye a cheeky sinner? Come, if I give my gal thar, Where would _you_ find her dinner? 'Now look at _me_; I settl'd down When I was one and twenty, Me, and my axe and Mrs. Brown, And stony land a plenty. Look up thar! ain't that homestead fine, And look at them thar cattle: I tell ye since that early time I've fit a tidy battle. 'It kinder wrestles down a man To fight the stuns and mire: But I sort of clutch'd to thet thar plan Of David and Goliar. Want was the mean old Philistine That strutted round the clearin', Of pebbles I'd a hansum line, And flung 'em nothin' fearin'. 'They hit him square, right whar they ought, Them times I _had_ an arm! I lick'd the giant and I bought A hundred acre farm. My gal was born about them days, I was mowin' in the medder; When some one comes along and says-- 'The wife's gone thro' the shadder!' 'Times thought it was God's will she went-- Times thought she work'd too slavin'-- And for the young one that was sent, I took to steady savin'. Jest cast your eye on that thar hill The sugar bush just tetches, And round by Miller Jackson's mill, All round the farm stretches. ''Ain't got a mind to give that land To any snip-snap feller That don't know loam from mud or sand, Or if corn's blue or yaller. I've got a mind to keep her yet-- Last Fall her cheese and butter Took prizes; sakes! I can't forget Her pretty pride and flutter. 'Why, you be off! her little face For me's the only summer; Her gone, 'twould be a queer, old place, The Lord smile down upon her! All goes with her, the house and lot-- You'd like to get 'em, very! I'll give 'em when this maple bears A bouncin' ripe-red cherry!' The Farmer fixed his hat and specks And pursed his lips together, The maple wav'd above his head, Each gold and scarlet feather: The Teacher's Honest heart sank down: How could his soul be merry? He knew--though teaching in a town, No maple bears a cherry. Soft blew the wind; the great old tree, Like Saul to David's singing, Nodded its jewelled crown, as he Swayed to the harp-strings' ringing; A something rosy--not a leaf Stirs up amid the branches; A miracle _may_ send relief To lovers fond and anxious! O rosy is the velvet cheek Of one 'mid red leaves sitting! The sunbeams played at hide-and-seek With the needles in her knitting. 'O Pa!' The Farmer prick'd his ears, Whence came that voice so merry? (The Teacher's thoughtful visage clears) 'The maple bears a cherry!' The Farmer tilted back his hat: 'Well, gal--as I'm a human, I'll always hold as doctrine that Thar's nothin' beats a woman! When crown'd that maple is with snow, And Christmas bells are merry, I'll let you have her, Jack--that's so! Be sure you're good to Cherry!' The Farmer's Daughter Cherry, Isabella Valancy Crawford
  21. The Black Moon, Winston Graham. Poldark 5
  22. Slash found fame as the lead guitarist in a heavy metal band called Guns 'n Roses. I've never been a fan but I always thought that Slash was interesting and he is. This is very well written, Slash uses Anthony Bozza to help with the writing and it's very good indeed. Other than that it's what you would expect of the lead guitarist in a heavy metal band. Much in the way of substance abuse until it became obvious that he could not go on living and working with said substance abuse. But re-uses again and again. This difference with Slash is that he starts abusing substances from the age of around 11 years old and his parents clearly let him do things that no child should do. Still, he survived it all and is still working albeit with a different band and is now happily married with two children. A good read and recommended.
  23. There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow; A heav'nly paradise is that place Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow which none may buy, Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row, Which when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rose-buds fill'd with snow; Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy, Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. Her eyes like angels watch them still, Her brows like bended bows do stand, Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill All that attempt with eye or hand Those sacred cherries to come nigh, Till "Cherry ripe" themselves do cry. Thomas Campion - 'There is a garden in her face'
  24. The Mysteries of Glass - Sue Gee
  25. Legacy: Thomas Harding (non-fiction)
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