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  1. She Walks in Beauty She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! By Lord Byron (George Gordon)
  2. I have now finished this third part of what is a series of 13 of what Richardson herself called chapters of one work called Pilgrimage. I regret leaving this so long as I enjoyed it just as much as the first two parts and already have the second book of the three next parts. I can't summarise it better than Dan, so I won't. It does need to be worked at so it depends on the individual reader and how much effort s/he is willing to make for what is a leisure occupation. But, DR is the first to write stream of consciousness and her prose is absolutely marvellous so it is, without doubt, more than worth the effort, imho.
  3. I've been looking at this since it came out and wondered if I'd like it. I enjoy the Jem Flockhart series by E M Thomson which seems to be a similar kind of thing but set in London during roughly the same time period. Then again I wonder if it would be too similar. I shall ponder further.
  4. Thanks very much everybody, just wanted to know
  5. Thanks very much for this review Viccie I found it very interesting. Never heard of the Bechdel test so had to look that up and I've never heard of head hopping so had to look that up too. Love how I get to learn stuff on this board! It sounds like a good book too.
  6. Sonnet VI Then let not winter's ragged hand deface In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd: Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd. That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan; That's for thyself to breed another thee, Or ten times happier, be it ten for one; Ten times thyself were happier than thou art, If ten of thine ten times refigured thee: Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart, Leaving thee living in posterity? Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir. William Shakespeare
  7. Could one of the moderators please merge this with the other thread? Sorry, I forgot to check! Ta
  8. At 165 pages, in my copy, I'd say this was a short story. It's classed as a dystopian novel and has won an award. It tells the story of life through the eyes of a boy who turns twelve years old in, what seems to him (and portrayed to the reader), a perfect society. However, he is given his lifetime profession at his coming of age ceremony and since he's been chosen as the new Receiver his eyes are opened gradually to the imperfections that he wasn't aware of that run the society. The old Receiver becomes the Giver of the title. This is the first of a quartet that I bought in one volume and I look forward to reading the other three parts. This was well written and I did not spot the twist at the end. Recommended.
  9. So, how is your reading going? Is it according to plan? Do you have a plan? Do you have a list? Do you set goals? Do you keep a reading diary and if so, how - paper, digital etc I keep a spreadsheet of everything that I read and I also keep a database (it's an app) of all the books that I possess, read and unread. It gives me all sorts of information that I have found geekily useful including that I have so far read 405 books and possess 605 books, so the gap between reading and possessing is closing and much faster than I anticipated. I am now happy with my reading rate having previously thought it too slow and am embarking on my 29th book of the year (at 165 pages it's a short story really) at the end of the 28th week. Naturally, not all the books I've read this year take a week but that's the average. I seem to be interested in strong independent women this year, having read 4 non-fiction books about the lives of 3 out of the 4 that I'd never heard of. I've also come across a lot of books through browsing the internet, not all of them interesting but some were. I don't have a plan or a list, choosing what to read from the books I have available (although I still buy books) and my goal is, as it always has been, to read more books this year than I did last year. Not sure how that's going tbh, I haven't checked. I am, despite the above, more interested in enjoying my reading and making sure that I read a wide breadth of material across a broad spectrum of fictional and non-fictional books. I have enjoyed what I've read so far and look forward to reading more enjoyable books during the rest of the year. I'm also looking forward to hearing what everybody else is doing.
  10. Subtitled : The real Anne Lister. This book is about a remarkable woman who lived through the mid to late 19th century and who left detailed diaries of her life. Some of the diaries were written in code so that Anne was free to say exactly what she wanted, and she had a lot to say. Anne was a lesbian, at a time in history when there was no language to describe her sexuality. She was determined to explore it and settle down with a wife. Nothing held her back, if she wanted to do something she just went ahead and did it. She was a polymath and studied extensively, absolutely anything at all which took her fancy. She also travelled widely, at a time in history when women were not supposed to travel and certainly not without a companion. This book is not only a window into the unknown lives of women who were lesbians it is also an accurate history of the time period by someone who lived through it. I'd recommend this book. It's well written and well researched and although Anne's diaries are explicit the book is not.
  11. In Winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle light. In Summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day? Bed In Summer By Robert Louis Stevenson
  12. Gentleman Jack, the real Anne Lister, Anne Choma
  13. Far be it for me to stick my nose into something I don't understand but it looks like it's available on Kindle in America right now : Twisted
  14. It took me a long time to get into this book and, indeed, by page 100 I was not at all sure that I wanted to continue. However, having invested the time to get to page 100 - and enjoying a challenge in my reading - I decide to persevere and I'm glad that I did. I did see the funny side of the book eventually (once I'd gotten into it) and in parts I even laughed out loud. It's incredibly well written and there were several words that I had to look up. It's terribly difficult to describe the story, if there is one, but the horror of war is very clear indeed without being gory or gratuitous about it. It's an old book, written in 1961, but is still relevant today, imho. Summary from Amazon because they can put it better than me : "Set in the closing months of World War II, this is the story of a bombardier named Yossarian who is frantic and furious because thousands of people he has never met are trying to kill him. His real problem is not the enemy - it is his own army which keeps increasing the number of missions the men must fly to complete their service. If Yossarian makes any attempts to excuse himself from the perilous missions then he is caught in Catch-22" I'll leave out the catch so as not to spoil the story, although it is explained early on in the novel and it is some catch. I'd recommend this book simply because it's so good but as Gram points out it is a love-it or hate-it type of book with nothing in between.
  15. Do not go gentle into that good night Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953 Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
  16. SCENE I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder. Enter the three Witches First Witch Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. Second Witch Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Third Witch Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time. First Witch Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot. ALL Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Second Witch Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. ALL Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches' mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron. ALL Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Second Witch Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. Enter HECATE to the other three Witches HECATE O well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i' the gains; And now about the cauldron sing, Live elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in. Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' & c HECATE retires Second Witch By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks! Enter Macbeth Macbeth, Act 4, Scene 3. William Shakespeare
  17. Ramparts of Montségur (Rannaigheacht Bheag, Old-School) Time’s proud haze beholds ramparts manned bravely by bold Cathars— of cleansed souls, the voiced vanguard, their tense choice, to stand stalwart! Reprise not what twists torture history’s close-cropped corners. Stirred to protect bashed borders, the ‘Perfect’ were not warriors. Yet they inspired spent forces to defend their fire’s fortress— wisdom’s cache a caught corpus, lives bought by gash of gorges. Finally, what lurked below climbed to curb that mount remote. Hate’s loud blaze vilely revoked those lives time’s proud haze beholds. Gary Kent Spain
  18. Thank you Meg, that makes sense now. I did read the instructions but did not understand them. I chose that poem because it had the word thimbles in it and thought that I had to nominate a new word to link. I'll alter the word in bold and try again.
  19. I'm going to join in because we need more people and there is no chance I'll be able to come up to the standard set here. I'm not evens sure I understand how to play the game but here's my contribution : Gardens where there’s no need for a garden For me, it begins with a grandfather consciousness of Russia and a difficulty of surnames, smiles in a local kitchen from my alien gold neighbours and the gladness of their horses For me, it begins in the dark regions of vodka and childhood where the staircase birds share the flight of the child and a windowsill mother counts a thousand years on her exact tongue of black-blood grief Or it begins, for me, with a master-sleep with the dog who understands the breast that wears black, and the hour when a strange but better than usual guest comes to call For me it begins when I step aside from my own concerns and the dead look at me, quiet as thimbles, they look at me from the hushing handheld sky, its subdued palaces, the doors all blue and in the wrong places For me, it begins there by Penelope Shuttle
  20. Gosh, Meg, what an ordeal. I hope that you are well soon
  21. Goodness me, Momac! I do hope that you are on the road to recovery now.
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