Sunday‘s book swap scores on the hour or so walk home from 5 hours of rehearsals so I wasn‘t in too much pain come Monday. Let me tell you the muscles you use as a showgirl girl are completely different to ballet! I‘m not sure which shoes are worse, pointe or chorus. Even a simple bevel is hard! But it‘s my dream come true so I‘ll get through it.
pickI‘m not embarrassed to say I‘m more enchanted with Lydia Gwilt than the dunderhead Miss Milroy. Give me Ozias Midwinter over every Allan Armadale, too.
Reading this in the park with the whole family was a perfect #hyggehour experience ❤️ I can‘t wait to go back & do it again next week!
pick@batsy is right. This book is 🍌👖! Per the introduction it‘s one of the first novels to feature a female (amateur) detective. The “Lady” definitely shares some characteristics with Marion Halcolmb from The Woman in White. She‘s subverting Victorian ideals of femininity but apologizing for it, more often than not. In some ways this book made me think the fairytale Bluebeard in the protagonist‘s effort to find out the truth about her husband.
#WhereAreYouMonday
I‘m only 100 pages in, but this is a kind of a Victorian detective novel where I suspect the sleuth will be traveling a bit between England and Scotland looking for clues and witnesses to overturn a “Scotch Verdict”.
I'm having to do a first post on some of the books I've started reading concurrently in order for them to show up properly as I can mark them as current reads! The list is just growing and growing and growing... I'm very whim-driven at the moment, just reading a little of multiple books at the same time, and that's fine.
I'm finding this one more interesting than I thought, even while it's still just describing how the census was set up!
been a busy bee 🐝 reading books from Asian authors…and my favorites so far were Lotus Shoes and The Inheritance #audiophile #aapimonth #readinglife #readinggoal
Ruth Hilton is an orphaned young seamstress who catches the eye of a gentleman, Henry Bellingham-captivated by her simplicity and beauty.
Ruth is about a fallen woman. Seduced and abandoned…
When I am dead, my dearest,/sing no sad songs for me;/plant thou no roses at my head,/nor shady cypress tree:
be the green grass above me/with showers and dew drop wet;/and if thou wilt, remember,/and if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,/I shall not feel the rain;/I shall not hear the nightingale/sing on, as if in pain:/and dreaming through the twilight/that doth not rise nor set,/haply I may remember,/and haply may forget.
