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  2. I remember when Revelation Space by Alastair Reynolds came out in 2008 I think (great book btw). I bought it and the manager at the checkout remarked on how great the size of the book was. He said virtually all paperbacks were the same size but this was printed in a shorter but wider format and being different was something they welcomed. Still got it and not seen a similar sized paperback since. There is also those paperbacks you occasionally see that are hardback size, I suppose a kind of a cross between. Interesting topic Luna.
  3. Yesterday
  4. 3 weeks ago in Dublin I got: Inland - tea obreht Crossing - - patjim statotivic Nobber - oisin fagan On Thursday in the stationery shop in my town as I was getting a mouse for work, I also got Night boat to tangier - Kevin barry The testaments - Margaret atwood Of the 5, the one I most want to get to is Nobber, despite not being interested in getting to Nobber 😉😀
  5. If you go with square for a book - either lengthens line length meaning longer to read a line. Currently, the page is a great length to read a line and start at the next line (as a child, I was not a great reader, rereading lines when going yo the left. This would be similar with phones and why portrait is preferred as opposed to landscape. - or you are making pages smaller, leading to more page turning, breaking a rhythm more. Both longer lines and/or shorter pages seem a little inefficient. Or maybe this is learnt behaviour on my part? We changed accounting package a few years ago. After working with it for 2 weeks, we had a person from the software visit with any problems. I told him in the room of 8 people, why does it like printing in landscape.
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  7. This popped up on my FB and while I hadn't given it much thought it does bring up a good point : Why are Books That Shape? Any thoughts?
  8. Yes, I am Momac. It's very satisfying. Currently reading The Testaments by Margaret Atwood, her long awaited sequel to The Handmaid's Tale (it's great!).
  9. Lovely cool weather right now, a touch of Autumn. Just brought in the last of the tomatoes, pretty small. Won’t be sorry to see the last of the hot weather but could still have some hot days yet. Luna you must be reading up a storm with all the new books you have acquired.😊
  10. Number 41 in a series of 75. Maigret is on the trail of a murderer who, until the last minute was a man that spent a lot of time sitting on benches outside shops, observing the comings and goings. The prose is superb, characters believable and a plot that keeps the reader guessing until the end. Along the way there are some unexpected revelations. This is a short book, some 184 pages, but worth the read. Highly recommended.
  11. Three little Piggy’s Wallow in the swill Who’s going to show them What happened to Jill? Little Jack Horner Scourge of the sauna Who’s going to tell him Bo peeps round the corner. Piggy’s in the middle Cat’s on the fiddle Who’s going to stop them The answer’s a riddle? Three Little Piggy’s, Steve the burgh, Hellopoetry.com
  12. "When a woman unexpectedly loses her lifelong best friend and mentor, she finds herself burdened with the unwanted dog he has left behind. Her own battle against grief is intensified by the mute suffering of the dog, a huge Great Dane, and by the threat of eviction: dogs are prohibited in her apartment building. Isolated from the rest of the world, increasingly obsessed with the dog's care, determined to read its mind and fathom its heart, she comes dangerously close to unravelling. But while troubles abound, rich and surprising rewards lie in store for both of them." I don't know what to make of this book, the blurb makes it sound like a tale of a relationship beween woman and her initially unwanted dog, the reviews and quotes made it clear the writer was aiming at a lieterary market so i thought I was getting something a bit different. The problem is twofold, firstly it is mostly about the woman and the dog only has a bit part even though he's supposed to be driving the action, secondly, and most important there are lengthy musings on what other writers think about grief and the art of writing, so loads of quoting and little in the way of original thought. At times it seemed to descend into a form of literary navel gazing and I began to feel uneducated because I hadn't read and don't want to read many of the authors she's quoting. I did finish it though and the ending is horribly sad.
  13. Lies Sleeping, Ben Aaronvitch. Seventh in the Rivers of London series and no signs of it running out of steam.
  14. A history of the Borgias. Italian family in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries who were notorious for their debauched behaviour, amongst other things. This centres around three of the most notorious : Rodrigo Borgia who became Pope Alexander VI, his son (yes, really) Cesare Borgia, and Rodrigo's favourite daughter Lucrezia. Well written, well researched and absolutely fascinating. Recommended
  15. Georges Simenon, Maigret and the Man on the Bench
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  17. Short is correct this story is only 18 pages long. But it is well written, clear, compact and compelling. It's one day in the life of a morphine addict using HF's own addiction experience to tell it. Highly recommended but not for the faint hearted, addiction is brutal.
  18. Short Treatise on the Joys of Morphinism, Hans Fallada - ebook
  19. Short Treatise on the Joys of Morphinism, Hans Fallada ebook
  20. 'I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,' cried she. 'Come out of charity, Come dance with me in Ireland.' One man, one man alone In that outlandish gear, One solitary man Of all that rambled there Had turned his stately head. That is a long way off, And time runs on,' he said, 'And the night grows rough.' 'I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,' cried she. 'Come out of charity And dance with me in Ireland.' 'The fiddlers are all thumbs, Or the fiddle-string accursed, The drums and the kettledrums And the trumpets all are burst, And the trombone,' cried he, 'The trumpet and trombone,' And cocked a malicious eye, 'But time runs on, runs on.' I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,' cried she. 'Come out of charity And dance with me in Ireland.' W.B. Yeats - 'I am of Ireland'
  21. This popped up on my FB and I thought I'd share. Audio books or reading, to our brains it doesn't matter Any comments?
  22. My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, crumbling battlement, Upon the breathless starlit air, Upon the star that marks the hidden pole; Fix every wandering thought upon That quarter where all thought is done: Who can distinguish darkness from the soul? My Self. The consecrated blade upon my knees Is Sato's ancient blade, still as it was, Still razor-keen, still like a looking-glass Unspotted by the centuries; That flowering, silken, old embroidery, torn From some court-lady's dress and round The wooden scabbard bound and wound, Can, tattered, still protect, faded adorn. My Soul. Why should the imagination of a man Long past his prime remember things that are Emblematical of love and war? Think of ancestral night that can, If but imagination scorn the earth And intellect its wandering To this and that and t'other thing, Deliver from the crime of death and birth. My Self. Montashigi, third of his family, fashioned it Five hundred years ago, about it lie Flowers from I know not what embroidery— Heart's purple—and all these I set For emblems of the day against the tower Emblematical of the night, And claim as by a soldier's right A charter to commit the crime once more. My Soul. Such fullness in that quarter overflows And falls into the basin of the mind That man is stricken deaf and dumb and blind, For intellect no longer knows Is from the Ought, or Knower from the Known— That is to say, ascends to Heaven; Only the dead can be forgiven; But when I think of that my tongue's a stone. II My Self. A living man is blind and drinks his drop. What matter if the ditches are impure? What matter if I live it all once more? Endure that toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain Brought face to face with his own clumsiness; The finished man among his enemies?— How in the name of Heaven can he escape That defiling and disfigured shape The mirror of malicious eyes Casts upon his eyes until at last He thinks that shape must be his shape? And what's the good of an escape If honour find him in the wintry blast? I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch, A blind man battering blind men; Or into that most fecund ditch of all, The folly that man does Or must suffer, if he woos A proud woman not kindred of his soul. I am content to follow to its source Every event in action or in thought; Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot! When such as I cast out remorse So great a sweetness flows into the breast We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blest. A Dialogue of Self and Soul BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
  23. I like this series, not quite as gripping as her Ruth Galloway books, but still a good read and as you say, well defined characters, and a great setting too.
  24. This is the first of Griffiths's Stephens and Mephisto mysteries and is set in 1950s Brighton. I liked it. The period is conveyed well and DI Edgar Stephens is a well drawn thoughtful character. I now have the next one in the series.
  25. Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye; Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie; My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. George Herbert - 'Virtue'
  26. I'm reading The Borgias just now and have been looking up how to pronounce their names (on Youtube) - normally I just ignore the word but there are too many of them - and my father has just gone up the stairs in disgust!
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