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arwainian · 2 years ago

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Reading This Week 2023 #5

Welcome to the second week of my school reading heavy life and the weirdness of formatting this when i have to read things for class in chunks instead of all at once

Started and Finished:

fe3h fic (all on ao3)-

The Short Side of Eternity by wanderlustt Vexing by DistractedSiren What Never Was by HTFNoelle Smiles That Reach the Eyes by Recipe The Moon Behind Clouds by printers_devil yours is my spring by northofkites Let Your Heart Hold Fast by wearwind Tanaras by wearwind Agabhainn by wearwind Architects of Heaven, chapters 1-8 (all currently published) by wearwind things we cannot recall losing, chapters 1-3 (all currently published) by wearwind The Signet of His Lords by queenlua Deer Among Cattle by queenlua

can you tell i had a long trip back to my dorm this past sunday? the majority of these are fics on the shorter side that i read on the plane and train ride, and then the last two i read early on in the week. really enjoyed Deer Among Cattle since I just met Judith in my playthrough

Batman/Superman: World's Finest #11 written by Mark Waid, illustrated by Dan Mora

this was my sunday morning read before i left home, and i am just so enjoying this comic even though i have not read the superman stories that it is apparently referencing and building on (according to my dad, who very happily explained what the Reveal was)

"Base and Superstructure in Marxist Cultural Theory" by Raymond Williams

school reading! this will reappear in the coming weeks as the class instructed me to read through it all together once, and then read it again in chunks taking note of specific parts. this was for my 19th c. pop culture class

"Women, marriage and the family" by Tanya Evans, from British Women 1700-1850 edited by Hannah Barker and Elaine Chalus

always enjoy some evidence based social history, this is for my Jane Austen class

Ongoing:

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

the reread for class continues! i fucking love the first proposal scene and i read portions of it outloud to my boyfriend

The Cambridge Companion to Jane Austen edited by Edward Copeland and Juliet McMaster

read a section of this about what Economic and Social Class of people are represented in Jane Austen's works which was very enlightening

War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, translated by Constance Garnett, narrated by Frederick Davidson

audiobook my beloved, i love reaching parts and quotes that ended up in The Great Comet bc i just become a pointing meme every time

Sam Patch, the famous Jumper by Paul E. Johnson

this dude is fucking legendary and also reading about him makes me sad because he does not seem to be having a good time

Started and Ongoing:

The Gentleman's Daughter by Amanda Vickery

more for my Jane Austen class, this one is about like landowning but untitled women in Austen's day and Wow the chapter on pregnancy and childbirth and motherhood was heartwrenching

Oathbreaker by quandry on ao3

another fe3h fic, this one is multichapter and i'm getting through it slower. unsure if i'll continue it or just abandon it to pursue other reading, but i think it's an interesting trait on a character changing sides/getting recruited post-timeskip

Beastars, Vol. 4 by Paru Itagaki, translated by Tomoko Kimura

i started reading the first chapter yesterday and then remember that there's another book that I want to be reading during my free time because I know my dad is waiting to talk about it with me so then i felt guilty and. stopped reading this? i will power through it once i have read at least one chapter of that other book

#cal reading log #cal reads comics

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raffinit · 5 years ago

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Sylvaina // 8. Regency AU - Person A inheriting Person B’s father’s estate and the only way to keep Person B’s family out of the poor house is for Person B to marry Person A.

I’M SORRY THIS IS SO TERRIBLE IT’S TERRIBLE I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO REGENCY

I’M SORRY IT’S SO SHORT BUT IF I START IT, IT’LL NEVER FINISH

@saudadedreams

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It was as bleak a day as one would expect for a funeral. Upon the shores, they gathered; the hanging clouds overhead wept as much as her mother, who clung to her arm with pallid fingers and eyes rimmed red. Her own eyes ached viciously with what precious little tears she had shed during the service, for she was a Proudmoore, and Proudmoores carried themselves with the dignity expected of their station.

She was a Proudmoore. One of the last few now.

The priest finished the rites; her mother detached from her side and reached for the torch held in his hand.

The torch flickered and flared as a wild gust of wind came with the tides, but the straw bedding lit. The fire rose into a roaring blanket heat in moments, and her father’s men heaved the boat from the shore. By the time the boat had sailed towards the horizon, it was nothing more than flames.

In the distance somewhere, the church bell tolled.

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That evening, a storm swept onto the shore with the tides. The darkened sky split open with a violence that shook the windows on their panes and rattled all that moved. The servants and maids scurried through the halls like the frenzied nest of rats from the larder, armed with candlesticks and oil lamps as they clamoured among themselves to nail down windows and shutters.

She sat with her mother by the hearth of the study, the fire blazing amidst great splits of wood. The smell of the sea crept in through the seams of the windows and the cracks of the doors; earth and brine and embers together. She sat and sipped on a toddy, warm between her cradled hands as she stared into the dancing flames.

She should have known, truly; what the storm would have wrought. As the servants bustled and shouted, and more feet thundered down the hallways to the main doors. She looked up at the doorway, apprehension curled tight like a boulder in her belly as the doors to the study creaked open.

“Deepest apologies, my lady,” their butler said, bowing low. “I do not mean to intrude. But the Lord Greymane, Esquire, has come.”

“Send him in,” her mother said wearily. “Bring him a towel, and perhaps a hot toddy the same. Quickly now; before the storm takes him as well.”

She frowned, and the warmth of liquor loosened her tongue to speak. “Can’t he leave us to grief but for a day? Surely the will can wait.”

“Jaina,” her mother chided. “Such things cannot wait for even the earth to settle on most graves. It cannot wait for your father’s body to turn to ash.” She watched her mother lean back into the chair and drink, watched the grief manifest in shadows. “Your brothers are dead, and now your father. We are all we have left in this world, my darling girl. You and I alone.”

Jaina reached out and clung to her mother’s hand with the same desperation of a child frightened from its bed. “Mother —”

Lord Greymane appeared then, with the chill of the outdoors nipping at his heels. He shook the damp from his hair and brushed it from his coats as a servant girl came to him with a towel. “You must pardon me for such rudeness, Lady Katherine,” he said, with a look of deep contrition. “For my appearance and appearance. I would not have pressed the matter had I been given the choice.”

“Sit, Lord Greymane,” Katherine Proudmoore replied. “Warm yourself. We must speak.”

Lord Greymane warmed himself briskly by the fire, hands outstretched against the flames. “I shan’t dither on the matter; you must already have a notion of why I am here.”

“Yes,” replied her mother quietly. “The will.”

There was a grimness in his face that unsettled Jaina; she set her glass aside lest she tumble it from her hands. “Which brother did he leave it to, then?” she asked, though her mother’s reproach was clear in the look she received. “Let us be frank, Lord Greymane. You have been my father’s lawyer for many years. You are but family now. We are in the privacy of our home. Let’s not stand of propriety where it isn’t needed.”

Sighing, the Lord Greymane turned to her with a saddened look of fondness she often saw in her own father’s eyes. “‘Tis true; I cannot bring myself to keep this from you for longer. My dearest Katherine, my heart aches for you, and my mind rages. But it is as it has been signed — Proudmoore Estate has been sold.”

Katherine gasped, though the sound itself was swallowed by a ravenous thunder from beyond the walls. “S-sold —”

“If it would ease your mind to know that your lord husband has bequeathed a generous sum to support you and your daughter —”

She could not comprehend it. There were words still coming from her father's lawyer's mouth — for she could certainly see it moving still — but there was nought that she took to comprehension.

Jaina shook her head incredulously. “I don't understand. This land has been in our family for years!”

“The laws of perpetuity are as such, my lady. As it is, the new landlord has proof of purchase and surrender of the estate and all its worldly possessions therein —”

“Oh, Daelin,” her mother moaned. “How could you?”

“That can't be right. M-my brothers —”

“God rest their souls —”

“They wouldn't have allowed it!” She rose from her seat and stared at Lord Greymane with a wild, frenzied desire to throttle the man. Were she of perhaps a daughter of lower birth; were she perhaps a daughter of the village grocer, perhaps she might not have a need at all to throttle him.

But she was not. She was a Proudmoore.

Lord Greymane gave her a chastened shrug, peering at her mother. “Unfortunately, Lady Proudmoore, the decision was beyond their control. Proudmoore Estate was signed by perpetuity only to your father's line...from your great-grandfather. In light of which, the Proudmoore line can no longer hold these lands to their family name. Proudmoore Estate has exchanged hands.”

She swayed on her feet and sank down onto the chaise, clinging desperately to anything that would keep her afloat. “Who,” she whispered. “Who is the new master of our home?”

“...The Windrunners.”

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Amidst the weight of silence and storms, she spoke, no louder than a whisper. “What do we do?”

Katherine Proudmoore turned to look at her daughter, the seafoam of her eyes dim with grief. “What can we do?”

Lord Greymane reached for a stack of parchments tucked within a pocket of his coat. “I’m sure if we discuss this with Lord Windrunner, he would be amenable to having you as tenants —”

“Tenants?” Jaina cried. “In our own home? Preposterous!”

Sharply, Katherine said, “What would you have us do? Beg for our living in the slums? Die penniless with our family name buried at sea with your father?”

“How do I stop this?” she beseeched Greymane. “Surely there must be a way.”

Lord Greymane peered at her, shifting the weight on the balls of his feet with discomfort. “Well, there is, of course, marriage —”

She thrust out her chin defiantly. “Then I shall wed a Windrunner. If he be willing.”

“My lady —”

“I care not to whom I give my hand. Whether he be as old as the very earth this home stands, or whether he be crass and unkind and uncouth —”

“Jaina!” her mother cried.

She continued, no matter the tremble in her hands or the terror building in her spine. “I shall be a second wife — a third. A mistress. I care not. I shall bear him a hundred sons —”

“N-now —” Lord Greymane reached out a hand in the air between them. “That would be unnecessary —”

She met his gaze with a steely one, daring him to speak more. “So long as my family shall always have a place here.”

“It is a woman,” he blurted, and the room went still. “A daughter. Lord Windrunner bequeathed this land to his second daughter. His only heir worth the title now, with two daughters married.”

Her belligerence would not settle, no matter the shock. A woman would be easier to speak reason to, surely; and no doubt a woman of sound mind and logic, if this Windrunner is heir — “I would wed her regardless,” she said boldly. “I am my father’s last living child. I am, in God’s eyes if not the law’s, his only living heir. If she can inherit, then I shall do so the same. Whether it be by blood or by marriage.”

“You must surely understand the weight of your declarations,” Greymane murmured. “If I propose this, and she refuses —”

“She will not,” Jaina proclaimed. “I shall make it so.”

#word vomit #ask #saudadedreams #sylvaina #drabble #idk what this is????#it's something vaguely regency but we're going to go with 'vague period piece'#i am guilty of never having enjoyed pride and prejudice or jane austen as a child

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guessimwritingficsagain · 4 years ago

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To Be Seen, Part Seven

Warnings : depression

Author's note : I based my depiction of Frankie's wife on the movie Laggies that I mentioned before. It's not exactly the same thing but I liked the way the mom was depicted in the movie and how, in the end, everybody made mistakes. I'm still very sad Lynn Shelton left us. So I guess, in a way, this is dedicated to her.

Chapter One ; Chapter Two ; Chapter Three ; Chapter Four ; Chapter Five ; Chapter Six

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Two weeks later, you broke down. You’d felt it coming, used as you were to that grey cloud slowly sneaking its way into your brain. You called in sick on a Saturday night and turned off your phone, not even feeling guilty about that.

Linda had had her meeting with her ex, and they’d both been tentatively hanging out, trying to fix something that was so broken you didn’t know if there was ever a chance it could be fixed. You’d stayed out of the way, of course. You hadn’t spoken to Linda except for the occasional text to check on her. That left a sinking feeling in your stomach, one that came with the realization that even though you considered Linda your friend, you were also her ex, first and foremost, and though she didn’t mind poking into your love life, she seemed reluctant for you to know about hers. Even though you couldn’t really blame her, that heaviness never went away. That was the first sign.

Jessie’s story was something else altogether. James and Will had set up a tight sleeping schedule at Jessie’s house - a tight schedule of following her to work and staying with her all day, too. Will had involved all the boys except Frankie. They were taking turn watching her, making sure she and her kid were safe. You’d managed to talk them out of going to the guy’s place and beating him up - barely. But you knew that couldn’t last. The way Will had vibrated when you explained the situation told you everything you needed to know about that. Talking to Jessie hadn’t been easy either, because she’d first shut you out completely and resented her brother for telling you, you for telling Will, and Will for telling everybody else. That was understandable too, but things were tense between the two of you, and since none of the men wanted to include you in what you called the Jessie Watch in your head, you were left to watch and worry from afar.

But the worst thing was the complete and utter silence from Frankie. He wouldn’t answer your texts or your calls. You kept replaying the only phone call he’d answered to just like you’d kept replaying the moment he’d offered you wine and chocolates for Christmas - God, you wished you could go back to that time.

You dial his phone number, hoping he picks up. He does, starting with :

‘Listen, now’s not a good time. I’m sorry but I got some things to deal with right now. I’ll call you back.’

Unnerved by the tone of his voice, unnerved by his answer, and thinking we don’t even see each other anymore and I thought you liked me and trusted me you bluntly answer :

‘Pope told me.’

The silence on the other end in unbearable, so you continue :

‘Frankie, talk to me. Don’t shut me out, please.’

You’re begging, and you don’t care that you are.

‘It’s fine.’ He eventually mumbles, his voice unconvincing. ‘I’ll sort this out. I just need some time.’

Some time was more than two weeks apparently, and two weeks was your breaking point.

You felt alone in a way you’d never felt before.

That led you here, right to this moment, you opening a bottle of wine, all by yourself. You sat on your couch, and drank a glass. Then, a second. By the third, you were turning on your phone and dialing your mother. When she picked up, you completely broke down. After the phone call, exhausted by all the crying, you left your phone on the couch and went to bed. The battery was empty when you woke up the next morning, feeling puffy and barely keeping it together. You didn’t bother to plug it in.

As agreed upon the night before, your father picked you up a bit before noon. Starbuck was in her bag, and you’d thrown some clothes in a luggage. You felt a wave of relief wash over you when you put it in your childhood’s bedroom, Starbuck already carefully sniffing around the house. You called your boss to ask to use all of the vacation days you had. You didn’t know what deity to thank for the fact that he agreed. You knew it was all wrong. You knew you should be here for Jessie, for everyone. You father covered that : he went to Anna and Phil, told them about the situation and made them promise not to say a word.

You had three weeks of vacation, and nothing to do but pretend you were a teenager again, living with your parents.

Your father kept in touch with Phil and Anna, if only to get news about what was going on with your friends. At the end of the first week, he came back with a letter. You felt yourself shaking until he added :

‘It’s from Anna.’

He heard your sigh of relief but didn’t say a word, turning around to leave you in peace. As he got to the door, though, he turned around and announced :

‘One of these days, I’m gonna have to have a talk with that boy of yours.’

He looked tired, and worried. Your voice wavered as you answered :

‘You won’t have to if he’s not my boy anymore, Dad.’

You felt like crying, but you didn’t. You turned your attention to the letter instead, and smiled at the first line. Anna had taken to give you your own nickname every time you compared her to Jane from Pride and Prejudice.

Dear Elizabeth,

How long and lonely are the days without you. Our dear cook is not quite himself, since you’ve been away, as he has to endure me without you to soothe the pain in his ass that I am. The counter has lost its light, and even the birds seem to sing in a more quiet manner, as if they were missing their dear friend too.

I hope your dear feline companion Starbuck is doing well in her new surroundings. I do not worry much, though: change can be difficult, but she is anything but faint-hearted.

I will keep writing to you, dear Elizabeth, if only to let you know if a respectable gentleman of good fortune ever comes in to charm me. You must promise, though, that you shall write back.

Your Jane.

The letter was so sweet and thoughtful , with Anna’s clumsy attempt at sounding Jane Austen-ish, you finally cried, only this time, the tears were not all bitter. You could call her, but this seemed more fun. You fumbled around to find a piece of paper and picked up a pen.

Dear Jane,

How sweet of you to write to me. I cannot express how much I miss you too. Do not worry about Phil, for he is softer for you than you know. I am sure you are quite exaggerating to hasten my return. Alas, I will remain where I am, for I find this retreat is beneficial to my health.

Starbuck has taken to her new life quite readily, and is currently enjoying a lovely nap in the sun.

Guard your feelings well, my dear. Experience has taught us much in this matter, recently.

I’m writing a return address on the back, so you can write to me through the post-office and avoid my poor father the task of being the delivery man.

Your Elizabeth.

You left the house for the first time this week to mail the letter.

Those three weeks went by like this.

You learnt that Linda and her ex had called it quits for good. You learnt that Will eventually drove to Jessie’s now-ex-boyfriend’s house and beat the shit out of him, and that everybody watched it happen with glee. You learnt that Frankie’s ex-wife was still in town. Staying on the couch.

You wanted to throw up all the time, these days.

You still didn’t turn on your phone. You used your parents’ line to get an appointment to the doctor. The woman only had to look at you to say :

‘Yeah, you’re not going back to work.’

You knew what she meant : you barely recognized yourself when you looked in the mirror. You didn’t sleep much, you didn’t eat much, and it all showed. When you came home, your father hesitantly said :

‘They’re starting to be worried. They’re asking a lot of questions to Anna.’

You found that you didn’t care, and a little voice at the back of your head warned you that this was worrying but you ignored it. It was so easy not to think. You enjoyed the feeling - maybe a little too much, said the voice again. You ignored it again. You were standing on that fine line : you were aware that you weren’t fine, but you weren’t doing anything about it. You knew it would only take a push to bring you to the other side : and then, you wouldn’t be aware anymore that you were not fine.

‘I got two weeks more.’ You answered instead.

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You hadn’t seen Frankie in five weeks.

You’d been feeling better, lately, but still considered going back to work. And by that you meant going back to work at all, ever again. You weren’t good at facing your problems, you knew that, and that whole existential crisis about your future sounded a lot like running away but you didn’t have the strength to face anything right now. You wanted Frankie and your friends to make some king of grand gesture while knowing they didn’t have the means to reach you. You knew that was ridiculous and a little bit fucked up. You kept at it anyway.

Anna visited you more and more. The first time she’d shown up unannounced, she looked so hesitant it broke your heart. You’d hugged her so hard and she’d given it back the same way. She took to showing up in the morning, when your parents were on their daily stroll, though she happily stayed for lunch. Your parents, of course, adored her.

So, that morning, when someone rang at the door, you expected it to be her. You realized your mistake the second you opened it. You took a step back, speechless, and Will and Santi used your surprise to push past you and come in, very much uninvited.

On autopilot, your brain pretty much gone, you turned around and just stared at them. They stared right back, Pope with a hard look on his face. Will, though, looked like he wanted to hug you but didn’t dare. He seemed to struggle for a minute, before opening with :

‘Benny is very upset you missed his last fight. It was a big one.’

You found your tongue, even if it felt heavy in your mouth.

‘Well, I’ve been…’

‘You’ve been what ?’ Interrupted Santi, his arms crossed and his gaze unforgiving. ‘Ignoring us for five weeks ?’

‘My phone is dead.’

‘For five weeks ? Cut the crap.’

‘How did you find me ?’

You crossed your arms too. Whatever reunion you’d imagined, that wasn’t it. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in and you were trying to get angry, because if you got angry, then you wouldn’t break down. You could feel the tension building up your spine, knew exactly what it meant too : that conversation was not going to go well because whatever happened, whatever your reaction would be, the part of your brain labeled stupid and self-destructive was going to take over.

‘How did you find me ?’ You repeated, your fingers digging into the flesh of your arms to try and ground you.

Apparently, though, your brain wasn’t the only one with a part labeled stupid because instead of answering the question, Pope just decided to go with :

‘Do you realize how Jessie feels ? Do you realize how we all feel ? We had to take care of your friend, your friend because you just bailed on us while her fucking ex-boyfriend was beating the shit out of her.’

The silence that followed was heavy, as you could feel both the anger coming off of Santi and the panic that was shaking Will. Your voice was cold, emotionless, as you answered :

‘I was there. Except nobody wanted me there. I was completely useless.’

‘Bullshit. So what, you disappear ? Jesus, Frankie must have a thing for women who pull that kind of stunt because you’re the second one. The boy’s not very smart, apparently.’

‘Pope.’ Will’s voice rang loud in your ears, but you were frozen to the spot. You wanted to answer with some smartass remark, something petty along the line of well she’s back now, so who needs me anyway, just to get back at Santi because you knew in your heart Frankie wouldn’t just leave you like that. You knew there was more to the story but Frankie had completely shut you out before you went off the grid and now Santi was in front of you, scolding you as if you were a child, the whole thing feeling too much and not real at all, like you were having a really bad nightmare.

Pope ignored Will’s warning and went on :

‘You know the worst part ? He’s so worried he’s going crazy right now. We’re fucking back to square one, when I had to pick up the pieces when the other one left.’

‘Pope, stop.’ You heard Will say.

You opened your mouth, just a reflex, because your brain was empty. You couldn’t think anymore. But you opened your mouth anyway and realized too late you wouldn’t be able to contain the sob crawling up your throat. Breaking down it is, then, was your last thought before you started crying and shaking uncontrollably. So you ran to your room, leaning on the walls to avoid falling.

You were crying so hard you didn’t hear the door open, some time later. You felt the bed dip, though, when someone sat next to you.

‘Go away.’

‘I’m sorry.’ Will’s voice answered as a hand went to your hair. ‘Come on, deep breaths. Everything’s gonna be okay but I need you to breathe, okay ?’

Your hand shot up to grab his arm in a steely grip to steady yourself. You complied, though. After a while, you felt like you could breathe again. Will’s hand kept stroking your hair as he started talking :

‘Listen, Pope’s an asshole, we all know that. Anna briefed me a bit about everything. She wasn’t the one who gave us your address, by the way. I swear, the woman is unbreakable. Linda just figured you might be at your parents’ house and we looked it up. I’m a bit ashamed it took us that long to think about it, honestly.’

He chuckled, and went on :

‘Anyway, listen. Frankie’s been really overwhelmed by his ex coming back, and he didn’t react well, though I must say you answered in kind but I get it. He told me how he kept you out of the loop and I know how hard that must have been for you because I can see how much you care about him. It’s so obvious, the two of you. It was even before anything happened. I know Frankie is, you know, the quiet one, and he’s not all sharp angles and shit like the rest of us, but he turns into a puddle when you’re here. He’s unburdened when you’re around. We used to give him shit because he wouldn’t talk to the cute bartender.’

You smiled, still not looking at Will, but he was looking at you and he saw it.

‘Remember when he came to ask you, for Maria’s birthday ? We made him do it. Benny taunted him. He said that if he had to get up and ask you that, he’d also get your phone number and a date with you.’

‘I’d never go on a date with Benny.’ You replied, your voice hoarse.

‘Yeah, you’re smarter than that. Remember the Christmas presents ? Frankie was having a bloody existential crisis over this. He wanted to buy you a book. Linda gave him ideas but he was freaking out because he was scared he was going to buy you a book you wouldn’t like. I actually had to text Jessie about your favorite wine and get Frankie to go shopping with me so he would stop freaking out. Pretty sure I’ve never seen him stressed out like that and we served together.’

‘You already had Jessie’s number ?’ You asked, pretty sure Jessie would have told you right away about that.

His voice grew quiet, thoughtful.

‘Yeah. I had asked for her number one day. But I was really drunk so I never used it. Figured she’d given it to me because she felt obligated or something since I was a regular. I thought I was taking advantage. If I had made a move earlier …’

You turned your head towards Will, then, knowing you looked like a mess and not caring one bit.

‘What happened is not your fault, Will.’

And then, it hit you.

‘Wait, earlier ? That means you did it ?’

His smile was blinding. You squeezed his arm.

‘Good for you.’

You both fell silent for a moment but Will wasn’t done.

‘Listen, that thing with Frankie’s ex, it’s not what you think, even though he’s been an idiot for not telling you. Wendy came back because she’s lost. She thinks she made a mistake, leaving like that, and she’s still trying to figure out if she wants to be a mom. It’s not about Frankie and her, okay ? It’s about Maria. She wants to try, maybe. She still doesn’t know. Pope shouldn’t have talked to you like that but he’s right : Catfish is lost right now, because he misses you and he doesn’t know how to fix it. He’s too damn respectful to show up here unannounced, too. That’s why we came.’

He kept stroking your hair as your mind processed everything.

When you left the room, Santi was waiting in the garden. You went over to him and hugged him. He whispered apologies in your ear.

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sensiblenotsensitivesally · 3 years ago

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While I was searching through Tik Tok, almost every single one was related to the 2005 film adaptation, and particularly the ones surrounding Mr. Darcy. Ironically, it is moments in the movie, which were not written in the book, that seem to be the most frequently tik tok-ed about (i.e. “you have bewitched me body and soul,” hand flex). This points to the idea of the fan base being particularly interested in the romanization of Pride and Prejudice rather than the social commentary or Jane Austen’s writing style specifically. When scrolling through these tik toks, I couldn’t help but think about the question Professor Pasanek posed in class - “does Jane Austen hate me?” – and would Jane Austen hate the people who have taken one aspect of her novel and transformed it into the central focus in modern media?

This tik tok in particular is using the trend of “it’s always wyd never _____, “ and this person wishes to be told the famous Darcy line from the 2005 Pride and Prejudice, while the audio from the “Mrs. Darcy” scene plays in the background. Prior to this class, I think I would have fully identified with this tik tok. Although I had read Pride and Prejudice in the past, that was after being exposed to the Hollywood film and BBC adaptation, so I was fully entranced by the romance projected onto the screen. However, after diving further into Austen herself throughout this course, I feel slightly cringed by people creating this new Mr. Darcy who is more sentimental than the book portrays. I am still fully guilty of feeding into this myself, but now it almost feels like two completely separate things to enjoy, and I do believe this is what Austen intended. Thinking back to the different Jane Austens we defined in class, those who came to Pride and Prejudice through the screen adaptations fall into the fans, those who are devoted to the text, but there are also those who enjoy both. Austen’s style of writing allows for this to happen, which in turn allows the reader to take from the story what they want. Therefore, returning to the question of “does Jane Austen hate me,” I don't think these newer adaptations would have Austen turning in her grave. While the social commentary is the heart of these novels and what I believe was her intent, the recirculation of her work, albeit quite altered in some forms, keeps Austen relevant. Ultimately, I think it comes back to Austen outsmarting us all and “jumping the shark” would entertain her rather than infuriate her.

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little-astro-naut · 4 years ago

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serendipity | namjoon

serendipity n. the phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for In which you are a university student working at a vintage/book store, and Kim Namjoon is a tad clumsy.

college/university!au

pairing: kim namjoon/reader (gender not specified in fic!) genre: fluff!!! just a wholesome read in general word count: 1.9k warnings: none, unless you need a warning for namjoon being the cutest clumsy dork note: Happy New Year!

Taking a 2021 leap of faith by posting my first fic ever, and it's for the ever lovable Kim Namjoon of BTS. This has been sitting in my WIPs for so long, but I'm glad I finally got the guts to just sit down and finish it. This fic is just a short happy little thing that I wanted to welcome the new year with, so I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

May this year be much, much better for you all. Thank you for clicking on this tiny thing, and enjoy!

[crossposted to AO3]

The day begins like usual.

You wake up at around seven in the morning. It takes a few groans and some burrowing under the covers before you reluctantly leave the comfort of your bed to get ready for another day of school. Today is Thursday, you note. Just one more day after this until the sweet, sweet embrace of the weekend.

On Thursdays, your classes begin at nine in the morning and end at three in the afternoon, after which you walk a few blocks down the street from your university to your part-time job at the little vintage shop right across the convenience store.

It’s owned by a pleasant, middle-aged lady with a love for collecting antiques, trinkets, books, and other unique finds she’s stumbled upon in her numerous travels around the globe. She often drops by the store when she isn’t away on another trip, waltzing in through the front door, clad in her signature ensemble of an expensive silk headscarf, a flowing floral dress, a pair of vintage designer boots, and a pretty little purse that magically fits everything and then some.

She’s like a real-life Mary Poppins—that is, if Mary Poppins had the aesthetic of a suspiciously rich 50-something lady whom you can usually find day drinking at some obscure Spanish restaurant. You don’t really know where she gets the money to own all that she does and travel five times each month (A small vintage shop at a university area surely wouldn’t make that much money, right?), but you don’t need to know. The elusiveness is part of her charm.

You met her one day as you were intently reviewing every single item on the shelf to score some hardbound anniversary edition copies of your favorite classics for cheap. She had noticed you frequenting her store, and finally offered you a part-time position due to your sincere—albeit novice—appreciation for quietly valuable things, and you said yes on the spot. It meant extra money and a 20% discount to your favorite shop, after all.

The walk to the store is short—a five-minute stroll along pretty rows of old brick apartments and quaint ice cream parlors and small restaurants with cuisine ranging from Japanese to Mediterranean. Your usual brisk walk becomes a leisurely pace today, thanks to the rare early dismissal from your Contemporary Asian Art elective, your last class of the day.

Breathing in the fresh afternoon air and looking up, you take time to admire how green the trees are at this time of the year. It’s calming to watch the leaves sway gently with the breeze, giving way for sparse rays of the sun to illuminate patches of the ground like tiny twinkling stars. Your eyes absentmindedly scan the sidewalk for the bits of sunlight that pass through.

The day feels brighter and kinder when you’re not hurrying, you think to yourself.

The mellow tingle of the chimes interrupts your reverie, announcing your arrival to the shop.

“Hey!” Taehyung, your co-worker, greets you with a smile as he packs away a small stack of readings and notes in his messenger bag. “Got a big exam today so I may have to go a little sooner, is that okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Good luck on that test!” You smile back, taking a seat behind the counter as you review the day’s transactions so far. “Wow, that’s a good number of purchases today—and it’s only three p.m.”

Taehyung swings his bag over his shoulder and ruffles his already messy black hair. “Right? Oh! Remember that really handsome guy I told you about? Broad shoulders, cute smile, even cuter laugh? The one from my English class?”

You give him an enthusiastic “YES?” in acknowledgment. Taehyung has not shut up about him all semester, but it took just one chance encounter on campus with “really handsome guy” to prove to you that “really handsome” was a gross understatement, and that if you were in his position, you’d never keep your mouth shut either.

“He came by this morning. Must’ve left his magical touch on the store.” Taehyung pauses, wiggling his fingers around to illustrate his point.

Taehyung’s silly action makes you snicker, but the gravity of his statement hits you all of a sudden, causing you to widen your eyes in response. “Wait. You mean I missed him!?” You frown in disappointment, and Taehyung gives you a sympathetic nod. “Damn. Well, at least he bestowed enough magic to help you survive that huge exam.”

“Not just survive it; I’m gonna ace it.” Taehyung winks. “And hey, I’m certain Mr. Eye Candy’s left enough magic in the store for you, too, out of his kindness.”

“When you finally get the guts to ask the guy out, tell him thank you!” You laugh and give each other one last wave before he skips to the exit, almost bumping into a customer who has just entered the store. They bow to each other in apology.

“Good afternoon! How may I help you?” You stand up from where you’re seated to make yourself available to the tall boy in a black cap and blue shirt. Funny, you haven’t even seen his face yet, but you already think the denim is a good look on him. Not a lot of people don’t look like a joke in denim shirts, but even fewer people are blessed with the ability to look amazing in them. The first customer of your shift, whoever he is, is one of those people.

He takes clumsy steps through the entrance, retreating the arms that pushed the door open back into his pockets. The cap on his head, however, is doing nothing to help you get a better glimpse of the boy who has kind of piqued your interest.

Then he topples over a whole stack of books on display up by the front of the store. Now you’re really interested.

As he picks up a couple of books from the floor, the “SALE” sign beside also falls with a muted thud when it hits a hardbound copy of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. He looks up from where he’s knelt on the ground, searching for someone to whom he can address more of his profuse apologies before standing up in shame, waiting for the cute person behind the counter to approach and also maybe but hopefully not reprimand him for his stupidity.

“Oh, shit,” you hear him whisper in panic. “I am so sorry about that. I’ll fix it.”

He tries, at least.

His eyes meet yours as he straightens up, as if to admit defeat against the on-sale books still on the floor. You’re chuckling, walking towards him and effectively pretending you are not the least bit fazed by the stranger’s slightly obscured puppy eyes and mild panic and how he towers over you while being as threatening as a lost child.

“Need some help?” you chuckle again—out of nervousness more than anything, if you’re being honest—and he reciprocates shyly.

“Sorry about this.” He gives you a sheepish smile as he adjusts his cap and scratches the back of his head. It’s quick, but it’s more than enough to give you a perfect glimpse of his handsome face: timid eyes, full cheeks, and a guilty smile boasting of a dimple on each side.

You lag for a moment upon the unobstructed sight of him, but almost immediately catch yourself. A brief clearing of the throat and you begin picking up the books sprawled on the floor between the both of you. He quickly bends down to try and be of assistance, picking up a few and checking to make sure he made no damages to any of the copies before returning them to the display rack.

You both reach for the dog-eared paperback edition of Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being at the same time, and you could’ve sworn a sudden spark jolts you the moment your hands meet.

He’s the first to look up. The boy in the cap waits to meet your gaze as you blink to yourself a few times before deciding to check on said boy in front of you. Now it’s your turn to say sorry, and you’re not really even sure why. Just felt like speaking would help make this less nerve-wracking for you and your now pounding chest.

And then he snorts. It’s not even supposed to be a pleasant sound, but it tickles your ears and heart in a way that requires all of your willpower to keep yourself from melting into a puddle right then and there. He picks up the book, stands up straight, and looks at you—still smiling, still so attractive it honestly hurts. The softest of giggles leaves his lips, and you really, truly, die a little.

“Sorry, um…” He scratches his head. Maybe a cute habit of his? He has no real followup to that apology, so he pretends he didn’t say it and just continues with the next thought in his head.

“I’ve been looking for this for so long.” He lifts the copy of the Kundera novel in his hand.

Ah, the book. You almost misunderstand.

“I’ve wanted to own this in this particular cover, but for some odd reason, it wasn’t in any bookstore I’ve visited before.”

“Oh, well then, I’m glad you found what you were looking for here.” You smile shyly.

“This and more, really,” he whispers to himself, and you don’t quite catch it.

“That copy’s actually also our last of that novel. If you had come by on any other day it might have been gone already,” you explain, mentally patting yourself in the back for finishing your sentence without stuttering.

You fidget with your fingers, praying for a reason to continue speaking with the beautiful stranger and the courage to maintain eye contact the way he’s effortlessly doing.

“I’m glad I dropped by today, then.” He stares at you for a moment, hoping you catch just what he really means before his eyes turn into crescent moons when he scrunches his nose to give you a playful grin.

It seems that your prayers work. Without missing a beat, you find uncharacteristic confidence from within your nervous bones to respond, “I’m glad you did, too.”

“Maybe I should drop by again tomorrow,” he says, your answer giving him a boost of confidence. “And the next day, too, maybe?”

“We restock books on Fridays and Saturdays. I’m off then, so my friend Jimin will be the one to assist you if ever.” You smile, teasing.

“Hmm, how about Sunday?”

“We’re closed on Sundays.”

He purses his lips as he holds back another fit of giggles, shaking his head lightly. He has been nothing but a dork and a dumbass this whole time, and yet, luckily, it seems like it’s working. So he pushes it.

“How about I make it simpler by just asking you out right now? Since it’s your day off, how does tomorrow sound?”

You laugh at this, before coyly looking at him to say, “What makes you so sure I’ll say yes?”

“Just trying my luck, really.” He laughs, too.

“Today must be your lucky day, stranger.”

“Kim Namjoon,” he responds, perfect smile still there on his face. “My name’s Namjoon.”

“Well then, Namjoon, today’s your lucky day.”

And mine, too, you think to yourself. You hope Taehyung doesn’t forget to extend your gratitude to Mr. Eye Candy.

a/n: Thank you for reading! Feel free to drop by my ask for comments, suggestions, or just to say hi!! Constructive criticism is welcome, but please be kind! I'm very new to this so I would greatly appreciate kind feedback.

#bts scenario #bts imagine #bts au #bts scenarios #namjoon scenario #namjoon fluff #namjoon au #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x reader #RM #kim namjoon #namjoon #fic: serendipity

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archangelsunited · 4 years ago

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CATCH UP TAG!

@weirdponytail tagged me

Rules: tag as many people you want to catch up with/get to know better and answer these questions!

Three ships (I HAVE TOO MANY)

1.) Bagginshield (The original ship, don’t come at me this is what dragged my screaming corpse to tumblr.com)

2.) Varric x Hawke

3.) Lucian x Sonja from Underworld (The current favorite ship. Someone please watch these movies so I can squee at them.)

Last 5 songs you listened to

Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos

Who Do You Love by Tufts Beelzebubs

Level Up by Vienna Tang

Longing by Olle Headman (This is my writing song. I listen to it on repeat,)

Glitter and Gold by Barns Courtney

Currently watching

I feel guilty for watching and reading anything currently, but my brother and I are watching Community together. I just rewatched Underworld and Rise of the Lycans, because it is oddly inspirational for the dumbasses I am writing about.

Currently reading

*looks at manuscript* *looks at writing manuals and biographies and the Art of War* *ignores them*

All of my serious reading has been to do with my manuscript so I am reading other things in my spare time. But, checking out my kindle app and tumblr, here is what is going on:

(Note: Please check the tags. I won’t go into every warning for each fic, but they come in a range of ratings and concepts)

First, shout out to @weirdponytail’s Modern Inheritance Series for making me laugh and cry and generally enjoy things.

I have been all over @amusewithaview‘s blog because she writes the best Lucian content and also has the Mummy x Marvel crossover we have all been wanting. Once you go into their writing you won’t come out for a while.

Freeze on the Stones by Robin4 on Ao3 is a masterpiece of over 600k that may be one of the most well done complete fics I have read. Its in the OUAT fandom and is better than the source material.

I went back through all of @madamefaust‘s Hobbit works. If you are looking for a loving and dysfunctional family, look no further than their Hobbit works. Everything is well done and I have enjoyed reading about these minor characters throughout my eight years in the Hobbit Fandom. @leaper182 and @themarchrabbit also have excellent hobbit works.

And Ms_Katonic on Ao3 or @wolfqueenawoken writes some of the best Skyrim fanfiction I have read. Her work features a variety of different relationships and identities and has been generally been good to read and enjoy. You can almost feel the love for the characters come off the screen. The ratings tend towards mature audiences, so please check the tags.

And, in preparation for the Manuscript, The Prince by Machiavelli and The Art of War by Sun Tzu. On Writing by Stephen King, Persuasion and Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. There are several biographies as well, but I am not as thorough on those.

How’s it going?

I am exhausted! I have had a busy time with some friends right before the holidays, the holidays and my editor got back to me within the last week. I have been writing and rewriting the manuscript trying to put it in some semblance of order while not dying on the inside.

I am trying to be very diligent about getting this done and need to be taking more breaks. However! My brothers are home, no one in the immediate family is sick and the two dogs, two cats, and new kitten in my parent’s house are all getting along well. My friends have a great new house! My sheltie is feeling better and can now go on walks with me again. I have new socks and a new candle and towels that are not a decade old. My best friend made me a weighted blanket that is probably the best thing ever, I have never slept so well. I am pretty content.

(Also my brother got me full sugar monster drinks and I may need to stop chugging them. ,,,,,)

I have got several thousand words done today so life is looking good.

Tag It!

OOOOOHHHH, @tonkystarky @oops-i-am-here-again @daftpunk1716 @jmlao @prankprincess123

#Fanfiction recs #tag game #general trigger warning on fanfiction recs #please check tags #dragon age #hobbit #underworld #lucian #sonja

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punkenglishnerd · 5 years ago

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Literature Blog Tag Game

Rules: Answer these questions and then tag ten other literature blogs. This is a great way to find other blogs with similar content, and it’s also helpful to see what other people love reading that you might enjoy as well!

Tagged by: N/A, I created this ask game :)

Name: Katie

Age: 23

Pronouns: she/her/hers

Year in school (if applicable): I’ve already graduated college, but I plan to go back for a masters degree in elementary education so I can get a teaching license.

Current job (if applicable): Unlicensed teacher at a K-8 school (I do child care, paraprofessional duties, and subbing).

Favorite book: I have many, but right now it’s a toss-up between Maurice by E.M. Forster and The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen and Frankenstein by Mary Shelley are close runners-up though!

Favorite author: Oscar Wilde and Albert Camus

Favorite poem: Invitation by Mary Oliver

Favorite poet: Claudia Rankine

Favorite play: Hamlet by William Shakespeare

Favorite piece of creative non-fiction: A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again by David Foster Wallace

Favorite short story: A Perfect Day for Bananafish by J.D. Salinger or Revelation by Flannery O’Connor

Favorite genre: classic literature (I know it spans many genres, but I think of it as a genre in and of itself as well)

Favorite literary period: Honestly I love anything spanning from the late 18th century to the first half of the 20th century. This includes the romantic period, Victorian period, and modern period (even existentialism, although that’s considered more of a philosophical period than a literary period).

Reading “guilty pleasure”: children’s books (I am a teacher, after all!)

I tag: anyone who wants to do it (even if you’re not following me)! Since I’m the creator of this ask game I’m just going to "tag” anyone who sees this and wants to participate! Even if you’re not exclusively a literature blog, please feel free to join in! Just remember to tag me in the “tagged by” section!

#classic lit #classic literature #literature #dark academia #tag game #ask game #litblr #bookblr #please don't let this die #like please participate!!!#it would make me so happy!!!#i just wanna find other literature blogs #and other things to read

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archivist-bones · 5 years ago

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❝ cause we live in a house of mirrors / we see our fears and everything ❞

𝖖 𝖚 𝖔 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

“To abstain from politics is, in itself, a political attitude.” - Simone de Beauvoir, Prime of Life

“All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” - Abraham Lincoln

“The presence of evil was something to be first recognized, then dealt with, survived, outwitted, triumphed over.” - Toni Morrison, Sula

“Take your foot out of the graveyard, they are busy being dead.” - Anne Sexton, A Curse Against Elegies

“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bare to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.” - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“I can, with one squinted eye, take it all as a blessing.” - Flannery O’Connor, The Habit of Being: Letters of Flannery O’Connor

“And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed.” - Sarah Waters, The Little Stranger

𝖇 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈

NAME: Amelia Susan Bones NICKNAMES: Amy, chicken little [ Edgar, Gideon ], bossy Bones, bubala [ sweetie, dear, used by Amelia’s maternal grandparents ], little Susie [ used by her paternal grandparents ]. AGE: 23 BIRTHDAY: December 28th, 1957 GENDER: Cisfemale PRONOUNS: She/her

𝖋 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞

MOTHER: Esther Bones née Levy [ 52, muggleborn ] FATHER: Edwin Bones [ 54, pureblood ] SIBLINGS: Edgar Bones, Gideon Bones [ deceased ]

𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘

FACE CLAIM: Maude Apatow BUILD: Amelia is 5′4 and slender, moving into a “waif-like” territory. HAIR: Long, pin straight without any intervention. Amelia either pulls it back in a bun for work or curls it to have loose waves. HAIR COLOR: Brunette EYE COLOR: Brown SKIN COLOR: Caucasian DOMINANT HAND: Right-handed ANOMALIES: A deep scar on Amelia’s left knee from childhood. She had been riding her bike, hit some rocks, and fell off. Gideon had to carry her all the way home as she sobbed. SCENT: Rose and bergamot perfume. Freshly pressed laundry. ACCENT: Normal English accent for a girl from Devon, England but Amelia has a rich vocabulary. Sometimes making her sound a little snobby, especially when she’s trying to explain something to you. ALLERGIES: Nickel jewelry, discovered when she was twelve and got a severe rash from a necklace she’d gotten on a shopping trip with her mother. DISORDERS: Amelia has always been a little anxious and worrisome but after Gideon’s death it has been a lot worse. She’s suffering from a lot of grief, depression, making her much more reckless and less likely to think through the repercussions of her actions. FASHION: Neat and bookish but stylish all the same. Feminine blouses, thick sweaters over collared shirts, pencil skirts and low heels with stockings. Looking professional helps Amelia feel more confident and prepared to face the day. When she’s at home or working on something, she’ll dress more comfortably, in jeans and t-shirts. NERVOUS TICS: When Amelia is nervous, embarrassed, or afraid she’s in trouble, she hates looking people in the eye. Embarrassed by her own emotions and fearful that she might have disappointed someone. She also will compulsively push her hair behind her ear, over and over, if it’s down and she’s feeling nervous. QUIRKS: Do not leave your muggle pens unattended with Amelia, the only thing she would never feel guilty about taking. She’s liable to chew on them when she’s studying or working [you won’t want them back ].

𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊

RESIDES: Moving between London and Ottery St. Catchpole BORN: Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, England RAISED: Born and raised in good ole Ottery PETS: A 2½ year old male ragamuffin cat named Humphrey

CAREER: Archivist, Department of Magical Law Enforcement EXPERIENCE: Amelia’s father worked for the ministry and would often take his tiny daughter along with him while her brothers stayed home with their mother. Edwin Bones is a man very interested in politics himself so it was natural for daddy’s little girl to pick up on that as well. Amelia was well known at the ministry before even getting a position there, volunteering in her father’s department during summer breaks. EMPLOYER: Ministry of Magic

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Amelia is aligned with the Order. The Bones children were raised to be forward-thinking and accepting of others. Amelia might seem a little uptight but she’s open-minded and empathetic. She believes in advocating for fair treatment of all people and social services for the less fortunate. BELIEFS: Amelia is a feminist and would probably be considered a democratic socialist. Her mother’s family are Jewish. Amelia considers it ethnically a part of her identity but is not religious. MISDEMEANORS: None FELONIES: None DRUGS: No SMOKES: No [ yes, she’s a goody goody ] ALCOHOL: Occasionally Amelia enjoys firewhisky or a pint on a night out but she is a notorious light weight. DIET: Amelia eats well most days but has a real sweet tooth and prefers desserts over everything. She’s notorious for forgetting to eat or knowingly skipping lunch when she’s distracted or obsessively working on something. She also doesn’t eat when she’s anxious or feeling depressed.

LANGUAGES: English, German, French, Hebrew

PHOBIAS: Failure, pain, grief, torture HOBBIES: Biking, reading, embroidery [ though she’s not very good at it ] TRAITS: { + }: Empathetic, steadfast, analytical, perspicacious, ambitious { - }: Headstrong, overbearing, critical, obsessive, anxious

𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

LOCATION: The garden in her childhood home, the archives of the ministry. At Hogwarts, Amelia’s favorite places were the library or McGonagall’s classroom when it was empty. SPORTS TEAM: Holyhead Harpies GAME: A girl in her year at Hogwarts introduced Amelia to Clue one snowy night in her second year, it quickly became a favorite. MUSIC: The Clash and David Bowie [ Joe Strummer is the only man for her ] MOVIES: Funny Girl FOOD: Sticky toffee pudding with vanilla ice cream. BEVERAGE: Espresso, specifically a cortado. Amelia would never turn down a nice butterbeer either. COLOR: Blue

𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈

ALUMNI HOUSE: Ravenclaw WAND (length, flexibility, wood, & core): 10½”, willow wood, unicorn hair, quite flexible AMORTENTIA: Espresso, mother’s perfume, toffee, fresh parchment, challah bread PATRONUS: Magpie BOGGART: Dead loved ones, Lord Voldemort

𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good MBTI: INFJ MBTI ROLE: The Advocate ENNEAGRAM: Type 1 ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Perfectionist TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic WESTERN ZODIAC: Capricorn CHINESE ZODIAC: Rooster PRIMAL SIGN: Bee TAROT CARD: Justice, The High Priestess, Queen of Wands TV TROPES: Beware the Nice Ones, Action Girl, Reasonable Authority Figure, Academic Alpha Bitch, Wise Beyond Their Years, Go-Getter Girl, Lawful Good SONGS:

Au Revoir Simone - Stay Golden » I’m feeling better every day / And emptiness still leaves a space

Jenny Lewis & The Watson Twins - You Are What You Love » The heart attacks I’m convinced I have / Every morning upon waking

The Big Moon - Your Light » I wanna speak but I’m wondering how / And I wonder since when was my voice a foreign object in my mouth

Beabadoobee - If You Want To » Experience is nothing compared to / The nights I’m always up so late

Kacey Musgraves - Good Ol’ Boys Club » Never been too good at just goin’ along / Guess I’ve always kind of been for the underdog

Marina - Can’t Pin Me Down » Do you think I’m stuck-up / ‘Cause I’m always picking fights

Joy Williams - Speaking A Dead Language » And somewhere in all the talking / The meaning faded out

IDEOLOGIES:

Amelia always hated using in quills in school, much preferring muggle pens. When twenty pages deep in a paper about the applications of the veritaserum when you have no interest in potions, saving time is key.

Amelia very much believes in the old adage, you can sleep when you’re dead. Not really a night owl or a morning person, she’s caught somewhere in between where she basically shirks sleep until it overtakes her.

Amelia would take a cup of coffee over tea any day.

Amelia is wholly convinced that David Bowie is a wizard, don’t fight her on this. She’s got a theory.

Amelia hopes that the Order can make a difference but is concerned that they will be overpowered. She wholeheartedly believes that it is better to do something than stand aside and do nothing. This viewpoint extends to her interest in ministry politics.

#❝ i’m feeling better every day ❞ — about #dulcetask

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doctors-star · 5 years ago

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all of them. A L L of them. A right through to Z. give me your book opinions

good lord, kit. but you know what sure.

already answered a and b

c: do you remember the first book you ever read?

my memory is [fingerguns] abysmal. i have been told, however, that i used to correct whoever was reading to me if they missed words from a very young age, at which point my mother decided that i could probably read for myself by this point. i can only imagine this was infuriating. shout out to my family for continuing to read to me anyway.

d: what book do you hate that most others love?

hmm. not sure i really hate anything i’ve read except of mice and men and i don’t know anyone who really likes that book but i never really got on with emma, by jane austen, so well as i felt i ought to. i just find emma herself exceptionally irritating and rather undeserving of a man so sensible as mr knightly.

e. what are three book blogs (besides macrolit natch ;D) that I should follow?

i don’t follow any book blogs. macrolit may enjoy this free propaganda, if they like.

f: what’s your regular order at starbucks?

uhh latte. starbucks is so expensive and i never go there.

g: what’s your favourite reading spot?

there’s a two-person sofa at home that has, pretty much since we acquired it, been exclusively mine. people move off this seat at my approach. i have been known to sit on people sitting on my sofa. it’s by the fire and the window and it’s a very good spot.

h: what’s the longest book you’ve ever read?

i made it all the way through the brick. there’s really nothing quite like les mis to have you sitting still and staring into space for a little while after you’ve finished it, trying to figure out who you are now that this aspect of your life for however long is at an end.

i: do you have a favourite poet?

simon armitage. ooh, reference to a modern writer! what’s happened to me. really though i think he’s excellent, and his translation of sir gawain and the green knight is cracking.

j: favourite woman writer?

is it obvious if i say jane austen? i’m going to anyway. she’s witty and charming and her storytelling is masterful. there’s a reason she’s iconic.

k: favourite male writer?

terry pratchett. his writing is hilarious and thought-provoking and emotional and just so funny! reading his books is like coming home. gnu.

l: what’s your favourite guilty-pleasure read?

can i give that popular cop-out answer of “i don’t believe in guilty pleasures :) :)”? no. there’s a series of books about a werewolf late-night radio host that are objectively. not great. bloody love em.

m: favourite classic?

uhhhh pride and prejudice. it’s great, there’s no misogyny, i want my own mr darcy. what more can i say.

special shout-out to north and south, for being similar but more northern and angry and concerned with trade unions. i also want a mr thornton.

n: favourite ya?

the whole percy jackson series. i have, admittedly, somewhat lost track of the various sequels, but they’re really excellent and i hear very representative now. my dad used to read them to us.

o: favourite contemporary novel?

oh god, modernity. is pratchett contemporary? sure. all the watch series are my favourites, but of these equals thud! is first.

p: what’s your favourite book by a person of colour?

beloved, by toni morrison. i’m going to think about that book for a good long while.

the problem with reading a lot of classics is it is very easy to have a rather white bookshelf. i am aware of this, and attempting to rectify it where possible.

q: what’s the first book you see with a yellow spine?

the diary of a nobody, by george and weedon grossmith. a gentle edwardian social satire. of course.

r: how many penguin books do you own?

six - five in that nice black classics binding, and a passage to india with it’s own thing going on.

answered s

t: used or new?

not very fussy - i like to keep my books in as good as possible condition, so as long as they aren’t too beaten and battered, i don’t mind. i tend to buy paperbacks new, and hardbacks used.

u: what’s your favourite used bookstore?

you really can’t beat the oxfam bookshop, wherever you are. there’s a bookshop here in bamberg, though, on one of the bridges that sells some really lovely stuff in full gothic typeface and in german. i’m tempted to buy a book as a project, rather than any kind of easy read.

v: what’s your reading goal for this year?

i don’t really have one. since starting uni, it’s rather hard to maintain enthusiasm for reading lengthy historic essays and then whatever fiction i think i ought to read. i think my goal, therefore, is to read if and when i can, around uni work and dissertation research and the desire to lie face down on the floor and not look at the written word, for a while.

w: if you had to eat the same thing every day for a week, what would you choose?

uhhhhhhhhhhh pasta, i guess. perhaps curry. this is not relevant.

answered x

y: do you have a favourite quote?

and this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. i would not change it. - william shakespeare, as you like it

z: if you wrote a book, what would it be about?

looking at my history, probably emotionally repressed men attempting to express affection. what setting beyond this, i couldn’t say - i long to write about history, but also dragons, so perhaps both.

“i don’t know how to tell you, but since there are half a hundred swords at the castle gates, i must-”

“SKEEAARRGHHHH” [sounds of dragon chomping an entire army, which i imagine is rather like stapling tin foil]

“...never mind.”

#wahoo #this is long! but ask and you shall be answered #i'm really glad i did eng lit at a level #so many things i wouldn't have otherwise read/thought about #and analysis is always useful #this is your captain speaking

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talistheintrovert · 6 years ago

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tag rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own, and tag as many people as there are questions

Tagged by @el-corazon-y-la-cabeza Thanks hun! :)

1. Coke or pepsi: Coke

2. Disney or dreamworks: Disney

3. Coffee or tea: Both

4. Books or movies: Both

5. Windows or Mac: Windows

6. DC or marvel: Both (Let’s pretend the DC movies don’t exist, except Wonder Woman) When I say both, I geniunely mean the comics.

7. Xbox or PlayStation: Xbox

8. Dragon age or mass effect: Mass Effect.

9. Night owl or early riser: Night owl. I don’t need a lot of sleep.

10. Cards or chess: Cards... but I do love chess.

11. Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate

12. Vans or converse: Converse.

13. Lavellan , Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: Lavellan, because wandering the wilderness is pretty dope.

14. Fluff or angst: Angst! (but with a happy ending, because I did not go through all that heartache for nothing, ya hear me???)

15. Beach or forest: Forest. I love the beach, but I’m less likely to be surrounded by obnoxious people in the forest.

16. Dogs or cats: Dogs. I’m allergic to cats (but I still love them)

17. clear skies or rain: RAIN, ALWAYS.

18. cooking or eating out: Cooking. I love it, and while I’m not a master chef, I’m pretty decent at it.

19. spicy food or mild food: I crave spicy once in a while but I usually go mild out of habit.

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Halloween.

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: too cold. I hate feeling hot. Even a little too hot would kill me. I start melting at 23 degrees celsius.

22. If you could have any superpower, what would it be? Superspeed would be pretty good, because it’s multi-purpose, but I’d quite like to have Mystique’s powers (morphing to look like whatever I want) because I think it would be fascinating.

23. animation or live action: Live Action, but I like animation too.

24. paragon or renegade: Paragon, I struggle to pick the mean option even in video games 😂 I feel too guilty

25. baths or showers: Showers, but I do love a good bath, I just never seem to have the time.

26. team cap or team iron man: Urggggh, depends on comics or movies, because it’s different, but I’m just gonna say BOTH.

27. fantasy or sci-fi: Sci-fi

28. Do you have three or four favorite quotes? if so what are they: I collect quotes and lyrics like some people collect stamps, but I’ll try and stick to 4:

• “Doors are for people with no imagination.” - Skulduggery Pleasant.

• "We’re all stories in the end, just make it a good one, eh?” - Doctor Who

•"Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first?” - Jane Austen

• "Eat shit and live, Bill.” - Sleepaway Camp (yes this one is silly, but it makes me laugh every time)

29. netflix or youtube: Netflix

30. harry potter or percy jackson: Harry Potter, because I wouldn’t be the person I am today without it, but I do love Percy Jackson.

31. when you feel accomplished: When someone notices something I’ve been quietly proud of, without me having to point it out. It just reminds me that I’m not doing things for no reason, and it’s nice.

32. star wars or star trek: Ah fuck. Um.... can I say both? I’m gonna say both.

33. paperback or hardback: Paperback, because I travel a lot and hardbacks take up so much room.

34. horror or rom-com: Horror all the way - I am a Hitchcock movie bitch. But I do love a good rom-com, so I guess it really depends on my mood.

35. tv shows or movies: TV shows

36. spotify or pandora: Spotify

37. zootopia or inside out: Inside Out

38. favorite book: Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen.

or, The Book Thief - Marcus Zusak (if I feel like crying my eyes out)

39. favorite flower: Blue Orchids

40. what field of study are you in (or aspire to be in): Writing!

41. song lyric you really love? There are SO MANY, but right now, because I’m writing Set The Dark On Fire, and listening to the playlist I made for it, probably:

“I'm only honest when it rains,

An open book with a torn out page,

And my ink's run out.” - Neptune, Sleeping At Last

42. what’s your MBTI type? INFJ (which is apparently the rarest one, so, like, yay me???)

43. fave movie: I can’t choose just one: Rear Window (1954), Clue (1985), 12 Angry Men (1957), The Princess Bride (1987), Sleepaway Camp (1983), The Way Way Back (2013) and Seven Psychopaths (2012) but there are loads more; I am trying to restrain myself.

44. favorite tv show(s): The 100, Doctor Who (pre-Capaldi), Misfits, Lie To Me, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Buffy, Firefly, Community, Brooklyn 99, Black Books, Mighty Boosh, Star Trek (all iterations, I’m a huge nerd, don’t @ me), OUAT, Gilmore Girls, Lucifer, Grimm, Spaced, and many, many more.

45. top three authors: Jane Austen, Agatha Christie, William Shakespeare.

46. favorite season? Autumn, but Winter is a close second.

47. favorite high school musical? The third, followed by one and then two. The music in two is amazing, but the storyline just didn’t do it for me. (it wasn’t brave enough to just LET CHAD AND RYAN BE OPENLY GAY FOR EACH OTHER, DAMMIT!)

48. silver or gold? Silver

49. favorite food? Something with roast potatoes and gravy.

50. dream vacation? Copenhagen, Florence, Amsterdam - just travelling through those places and enjoying the ambiance.

51. last dream you remember? I'm pretty stressed about going to uni in two weeks time, and last night I had what started out as a stress dream where I moved into the uni accommodation, and no-one liked me or wanted me to be there, and I didn’t have a roommate. Then halfway through the dream it took a turn and Diyoza and Murphy showed up as my roommates (oh my god they were roommates), and I was suddenly having the best fucking time ever. I didn’t want it to end.

52. city or country: Country, I think, although close enough to a city that I still have phone signal

53. Slow burn or love at first sight: Slow burn.

54. Night on the town with friends or night in with friends? I would pick a night in - I love snuggling up on the couch with my friends eating junk food and adding running commentary to the movies we watch.

There’s no way I can tag 54 people. No pressure to do this.💕 @fen-ha-fuck-you @clarkgriffon @youleftme-clarke @clarkegriffintitties @jordanjaspermcgreen @ehmori @asroarke @jmbelles @foreverandalwayscrysis @the-best-damn-mechanic @bellamyshope @loveisalwayswise @mamabearsdontthink @whatever-thehellwe-want @bellarkesgodson @grumpybell @rebelkingandhistraitorprincessxx @cloakedtandy @clarkeisalive @bellarkes-hope @the-most-beautiful-broom @bellamy-fucking-blake @hostagetakerandhistraitor @blueshirtbell @nerdybellamy @octannibal-blake @forever-is-made-of-nows @amesandjake @madigriffen @sunnyemori @raven-fucking-reyes and anyone else who wants to join it! (also I’m sorry if you’ve already done this, I’ve only just had time to get to it, just ignore me)

#tag games #i know i'm inundating everyone with them #but i just got back from holiday #and i've been really busy #so i'm tackling them all now #this was fun #i liked it a lot

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You couldn’t ask the easy ones?

1. If you actually wanted to understand me, read Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, and Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen. Hilariously, one is very much like the way I think, and has gotten me through the low points in my life. (Aside, my copy is falling apart noooooooooo). I just love the way it's a slow descent into madness, but laden with symbolism and double meanings and this dark, self depreciating humor you never fully grasp until the end? It also reminds me of several key points: Snowden's Secret is everyone's secret, 'Oh well what the hell' will get you disappeared into a cloud, and everyone should jump for Sweden. (If you have no idea what I mean... first, yikes, second, I will buy and send you a copy of Catch 22.) Similarly, P&P is my ultimate satire and ultimate love story, but also super relevant to my life? I love that it’s about redemption and two sided, but also a giant middle finger to the Done Thing ™, as well as a story where love is mutual respect and admiration and growing together, not apart. Because both the main characters are flawed, but whole on their own, yet together they are a bit better, and isn’t that what a relationship should be? Being better together, but always based on a mutual respect and admiration? (Also, I have been told on first impression I am Mr. Darcy? >> I see myself as more of a Mary or Kitty, but the comparison is flattering?)(These are the two books I took with me to college, and also in every trip I ever take away from the house for any long stretch of time.)

11. My ideal day? Oh man.So it starts with waking up, seeing the clock, and deciding that a REM cycle more won't kill me. Then a coffee. Ideally brewed with Godiva Hazelnut or Caramel Coffee Grounds, and with half a cup of 2% milk and a teaspoon of sugar. This will be carefully nursed throughout the day, as I go about shopping for dinner (because cooking is my guilty pleasure). Then after grocery shopping (all the good deals are before noon, plus the freshest produce!!!), I will sunbathe and scroll tumblr/discord/ ao3 and just chill. If it's cold, I'll have a comforter or blanket, but either way a fucking nest of pillows. At least three. Four preferred. I may even nap. Then I'll get up around 3 and start cooking. No one will interrupt me in my kitchen. No one. I will take hours to prepare a meal, three course. Then the fam will come home and eat and enjoy and then someone else will clean the kitchen and I will go upstairs to my room and just laze about, watching anime. That's it. That's my ideal day.

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jenmedsbookreviews · 7 years ago

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Today I am delighted to open up the #booklove once more to celebrate the launch of Sandra Imrie’s new book, Connectedness. Happy publication dat Sandra and thanks for visiting my blog. Here’s a little more about Sandra and her books.

About Sandra

Sandra Danby is a proud Yorkshire woman, tennis nut and tea drinker. She believes a walk on the beach will cure most ills. Unlike Rose Haldane, the identity detective in her two novels, Ignoring Gravity and Connectedness, Sandra is not adopted.

Author links

Website ~ Twitter ~ Facebook ~ Goodreads ~ Pinterest

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Connectedness

TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD, ARTIST JUSTINE TREE HAS IT ALL… BUT SHE ALWAYS HAS A SECRET THAT THREATENS TO DESTROY EVERYTHING

Justine’s art sells around the world, but does anyone truly know her? When her mother dies, she returns to her childhood home in Yorkshire where she decides to confront her past. She asks journalist Rose Haldane to find the baby she gave away when she was an art student, but only when Rose starts to ask difficult questions does Justine truly understand what she must face.

Is Justine strong enough to admit the secrets and lies of her past? To speak aloud the deeds she has hidden for 27 years, the real inspiration for her work that sells for millions of pounds. Could the truth trash her artistic reputation? Does Justine care more about her daughter, or her art? And what will she do if her daughter hates her?

This tale of art, adoption, romance and loss moves between now and the Eighties, from London’s art world to the bleak isolated cliffs of East Yorkshire and the hot orange blossom streets of Málaga, Spain.

A family mystery for fans of Maggie O’Farrell, Lucinda Riley, Tracy Rees and Rachel Hore.

About the ‘Identity Detective’ series

Rose Haldane reunites the people lost through adoption. The stories you don’t see on television shows. The difficult cases. The people who cannot be found, who are thought lost forever. Each book in the ‘Identity Detective’ series considers the viewpoint of one person trapped in this horrible dilemma. In the first book of the series, Ignoring Gravity, it is Rose’s experience we follow as an adult discovering she was adopted as a baby. Connectedness is the story of a birth mother and her longing to see her baby again. Sweet Joy, the third novel, will tell the story of a baby abandoned during The Blitz.

Amazon UK ~ Amazon US

Childhood Sweetheart Favourite book from childhood

Little Women by Louisa M Alcott. I guess, like so many women writers, I was motivated by Jo March’s determination to write, despite difficulties and opposition. I was quite sweet on Laurie and couldn’t believe he preferred Amy who I thought vain, superficial and spoiled. I still have my old Collins hardback, the sort with fragile thin paper; I love these books which make reading seem so special. Despite all the remakes, I still prefer the 1949 film – with Peter Lawford as Laurie, June Allyson as Jo and Elizabeth Taylor as Amy – I guess because it’s the one I watched as a child.

First love The first book you fell in love with

Swallows and Amazons by Arthur Ransome. I still love the series and have all the audio books on my iPod. Actually the first book of the series which I read was Pigeon Post, a present from my parents, and of course after that I collected them all. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read them, always wanting to be a more imaginative John or less flaky Titty. I love their independence, their adventurous spirits, their bravery, their ability to make friends with whoever they meet.

Biggest book crush The book character you’re totally in love with

Adam Dalgliesh. Long before television detectives had to be emotionally challenged alcoholics or depressives, with more problems than their victims, PD James created this wonderful, sensible, poetry-writing, literature-quoting detective with a vulnerable side. One of the last gentleman detectives, Dalgliesh features in fourteen novels written over a period of 46 years. He seems unsurprisingly ageless, a mentor to his crime team, watching, observing, analysing. His inscrutability has a lot in common with Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot though Dalgliesh lacks the grand flourish, that would simply be too out-going for him.

Weirdest book crush Well… duh

Researching art and artists for Connectedness, I found myself drawn to Tracey Emin. I had enjoyed reading her weekly column in The Independent newspaper between 2005 and 2009, so was pleased to find these articles collected in My Life in a Column [Rizzoli]. Her anecdotal tales of her working week, her inspirations and frustrations, her victories and mistakes, gave me an insight into the practical world of a modern artist like no formally-written memoir did.

Hardest break up The book you didn’t want to end

It’s a series, rather than one book. I wish Elizabeth Jane Howard’s ‘Cazalet Chronicles’ would never end. What a master she is of unassuming quiet stories, making you care so much about the three generations of this wealthy family living through the Second World War. The lives of everyone are changed forever but particularly the women in the family; matriarch the Duchy; daughter Rachel and daughters-in-law Sybil, Villy and Zoe; and granddaughters Polly, Louise, Lydia and Clary.

The one that got away The book in your TBR or wish list that you regret not having started yet.

I could be predictable and say War and Peace, which is still on my bookshelf and on my Kindle. But instead I’m nominating Haruki Murakami’s IQ84. I’ve been a huge Murakami fan since first reading Norwegian Wood but the hardback edition of the trilogy is sitting on my to-read shelf. I’m not sure why I don’t pick it up: its length, perhaps [the trilogy is 1300 pages], or the reviews ranging from 1* to 5*.

Secret love Guilty Reading pleasure

Harry Potter. All of them. I listen to the amazing Stephen Fry read the audio books and tend to start with The Philosopher’s Stone and listen to them back-to-back. Why? JK Rowling has created a magical world that feels fingertips away from my own, which I could possibly join if I were Muggle-born. It has everything; good v evil, great fight scenes, wonderful characters to love and hate, and Rowling is so good at the detail and the planning. No fact is included in the early books that does not have relevance in the later books. Stay alert and spot them all!

Love one, love them all Favourite series or genre

Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy and now The Book of Dust. Ostensibly for children but which, like an iceberg, both disguise hidden depths of philosophy, thought and backstory enough to satisfy any adult reader. Pullman is excellent at plotting and character. We root for his people in a world not unlike ours, shaped slightly differently and running in parallel, so it is easy to imagine ourselves there. Like Rowling, Pullman is a master storyteller; many adult novelists would do well to read and study him.

Your latest squeeze Favourite read of the last 12 months

The best novel I’ve read in 2018 to date is The Heart’s Invisible Furies by Irish writer John Boyne. It is rare for me to give a book a 5* rating [my usual rating is 3] but I knew quite quickly when reading it that this would be a 5. Honest, sad, laugh-out-loud funny, touching, with paragraphs I just had to read out aloud to my husband. It is about being true to yourself, the need for honesty in relationships, and the power of love. It is the life story of one man, Cyril Avery, but also of a country and its attitudes to sexuality. The story starts in Goleen, Ireland, in 1945; a country riven by loyalty to, and hatred of, the British, at the same time in thrall to its Catholic priests whose rules were hypocritical, illogical and cruel. Cyril narrates his story, starting with how his 16-year old mother was denounced in church by the family priest for being single and pregnant.

Blind date for a friend If you were to set a friend up with a blind date (book) which one would it be?

The two novels I give most often to friends are The Light Years, the first of Elizabeth Jane Howard’s ‘Cazalet Chronicles’ and The Penguin Complete Novels of Nancy Mitford. Both are wonderful books to take you to another world, away from the stress of contemporary life and into the lives of a group of people who you come to care for.

Greatest love of all Favourite book of all time.

An impossible question to answer so I am going to nominate two [if that is allowed]. Both by Jane Austen. A predictable answer, I know, but I cannot lie and choose something else just because other people have chosen Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility. I love the wit, the observation, the sumptuous descriptions. And then I remember Austen’s circumstances, moving from place to place, dependant on others, watching, writing quietly, and I wonder even more at her achievement. None of the Bronte experience of group supportive writing around a large table. Jane was on her own, without feedback.. Could you do it?

Thanks Sandra. Some great choices in there. I really just get on a read some more of the classics. I’m a very naughty reader. Hope all goes well with your book launch. Don’t forget folks – order links are at the top of the page.

Have a fab day everyone and keep spreading the #booklove.

Jen

Book Love: Sandra Danby @SandraDanby Today I am delighted to open up the #booklove once more to celebrate the launch of Sandra Imrie's new book,

#Identity Detectives #Sandra Danby

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