This book is trying at times for three reasons. The endless detail given to clothing and their origin, the inedible sounding combinations of food and of course the emotionless descriptions of horror...
Dawn sunshine and a beautiful cover.
Such a truly moving story, and so relevant. I had heard the title many times but had never read the book. In beautifully casual dialogue and poetic description unfolds the story of a family forced from their farm land by a large corporation, and their subsequent migration to California in search of a promised new life. Poverty, hunger and loss accompany the Joads as they adapt to a nomad existence that they had never sought.
Me and David Copperfield on our rainy, wintery commute. I don't know what I'll do when I've no more Dickens to read!
This book started in the style of a high school drama about a country girl moving to new york city that felt a bit pastiche. If it I hadn't known it was Plath I wouldn't have continued. I found some of the charaters shallow and difficult to care about. The story itself in dealing with Esther's mental anguish is interesting and naturally for Plath, sprinkled with some poetic turn of phrase.
Storm Ali is wreaking havoc in the city! Fallen trees have damaged the tram lines and blocked roads rendering my usual commute home from work out of the question. Fret in the rain and wind at the bus stop for an indefinite amount of time? Naaaah, slink into a familiar cafe, find the cosiest nook and chill for a while instead 😎
In reference to Mrs. Creevy's underwear... "They were the most chilly-looking garments that one could possibly imagine; they seemed to carry upon them, as no nun's coif or anchorite's hair shirt could ever have done, the impress of a frozen and awful chastity. The sight of them set you wondering about the late Mr. Creevy, even to the point of wondering whether he had ever existed."
Ireland is in the midst of the most snow we've had since "The Big Snow" of 2010. The city has shut down, everyone has been sent home from work, no public transport is in operation and there's a national bread shortage. So naturally I'm holed up The Vagabond and living my best life ????
This beautiful cover enticed me to pick up the most modern book I've read in a long time. Written in the 1990's if you don't mind! Five chapters in finds me party to an investigation into the death of a fisherman in the insular island of San Piedro.
Me and George Eliot heralding the impending weekend. Helloooooo Friday 🙌🏻🙌🏻
"Do you want to watch the match in the pub?" is one of my favourite things Leon asks. It means I get to drink pints and read my book undisturbed for 90 minutes ????
Starting this today, all cosy-ed up with a fluffy blanket 👌🏻 never read anything from Coe before but picked this one up for €1 in a charity shop!
Saturday morning brekkie and a book. Wilde wrote these short stories for his two young sons but I'm not sure how suitable all the themes are for children. Some quite dark but definitely worth the read!