1. Fiction, but l love non-fiction too
2. Done
3. Math. I hate number with all my heart.
4. Too easy. The 1920s!
5. @julesG
#frideas @SailorMoon
1. Fiction, but l love non-fiction too
2. Done
3. Math. I hate number with all my heart.
4. Too easy. The 1920s!
5. @julesG
#frideas @SailorMoon
A story made up of so many disparate parts strung together that it was completely incoherent. A vague religious theme that lumbered from Christianity to atheism with elements of myth and folktale thrown in. Why Tolkien and CS Lewis were involved, except the staunch faith of the former and the conversion of the latter, is totally beyond me. Baffling. (And Kearney seems to have only a vague and inconsistent knowledge of punctuation!)
This is on my #tbr and it sounds like a winner. From the Goodreads blurb: "A novel that will enchant readers of J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and Philip Pullman. The fantastical appears in the middle of 1920s Oxford as a young refugee looking to escape her grim reality rubs shoulders with two of the founding fathers of modern fantasy, Tolkien and Lewis."
#setinthe1920s #marchintoreading @RealLifeReading
One of the most fascinating books l've ever read. It's set is a world that looks like #1920s Oxford, but is in fact a complex mix of history, traditions and legends.
I love the characters: complex, sympathetic, driven.
I loved the story, full of #magic and #mystery
#SetInThe1920s
Read full review http://theoldshelter.com/thursday-quotables-the-wolf-in-the-attic/
"There are men in frock coats and top hats with the blood of the world on their hands, and they eat with silver forks and white napkins every day, and they will give up their last breath in a linen-made bed whilst the ones they sent out to die lie forgotten in the earth, mouldering bones with the poppies fat and red above ‘em. Ah, mankind."
Paul Kearney, The Wolf in the Attic
"It must be terrible to be old when you love someone who died young. They never change in your mind, and everyday you see yourself grow old away from that person you were when you loved and knew them. Until you are more of a shadow than they are, and the girl you were is altogether gone, more dead even than the young man on the battlefield."
"It must be terrible to be old, when you love someone who died young. They never change in your mind, and every day you see yourself grow away from that person you were when you loved and knew them. Until you are more of a shadow than they are, and the girl you were is altogether gone, more dead even than the young man on the battlefield."