Apropos writing….

Nostalgia

I love this movie!

In another lifetime, I must have been there and then…
With all the painters and writers…
inventors and scientists…
musicians and explorers…
Europe, late ninetieth and early twentieth century…

There are days…

So! Finally, the cold caught me! No! I didn’t chase the cold trying to catch it! It was the other way around, I promise! English is such a funny language sometimes – but so is Swedish as well, I guess, for everyone else but us.

In Britain, you don’t only catch a cold. It rains cats and dogs, poor little fellows when they hit the ground; but I must say, I’d much prefer a cat landing on my umbrella than some heavy water**. The most common conversation topic is the weather, and so they have Hyacinth Bucket* – pronounced Bouquet. Well, well! How about that!?

Two weeks ago the cold knocked me down, with everything but a high temperature. Snotty nose, coughing throat, muscle pain all over, stomach problems and fatigue. So I spent most of the time either in bed or on the sofa. I managed to do my most important duty, giving my grandson lift to work and home, but had this great luck as he the first week was free from work due to too little to do. And this week there were not many days when he needed my help.

I recently heard that a real cold once or twice a year isn’t anything we should feel bad about. On the contrary! It was said those colds help our bodies to reboot the immune system. And since it must have been three years now since I last had a real cold, I guess I’ve better be thankful. After all, I didn’t let my daughter and my grandson down, by being too ill to manage the bike and the car that was needed.

And the rest of the time? Not reading nor writing much. The latter, next to nothing. Mostly been doing nothing much at all. Instead – napping, and watching movies and TV-series. Dr Who, mainly. I have every season and episode from 1963 and further on. Yes! I’m a Dr Who freak!!!

Which, by the way, also is a British TV-series

( *From the TV series “Keeping up appearances” from the nineties.)

(**Heavy water (deuterium oxide, H2O, D2O) is a form of water that contains a larger than normal amount of the hydrogen isotope deuterium H or D, also known as heavy hydrogen), and is one of several commonly-used moderators found in nuclear reactors.)

The scarecrow

Just the other day I got this book from River Dixon, “Beyond the field”, and I read it later that evening. Then I had to pause, to properly let it into my system. So to speak!

First, you should know (though I probably should’ve let this remain a secret), I hate to write book-reviews! I always have! Don’t know exactly why, but guess it’s because I’ve read so many looong, detailed, and very well written reviews. With examples and even quotes sometimes.

Why not a “less is more”? This “review” is going to be “less”. And I don’t think it needs a lot of words since the story itself is “more”!
(That’s why I’ve written these two paragraphs. LOL)

Yes! It’s a short story that doesn’t take long to read. At the same time, it is a big story. To me, this is also one of the most beautiful stories I’ve ever read. And so well written! And the drawings are so cute!

It begins simply, almost like if it’s a children’s story. But I promise you, anyone can read it – and like it! There is this farmer, his wife, his son, and his daughter. One day they are making a scarecrow, that they will put out on the field to save the crop from all the crows.

It’s just that the daughter paints a huge smile on the scarecrows face…

Now, I’ll just say: get the book, read it – and remember when you’re reading:
You’ll see what you choose to see!

More? Want to read? Don’t wait to pay a visit to River Dixon on The stories In Between 

Time to read

I am reading!

I doooo read!!!
Just not as frequently as I used to.
That’s okay!
I’ll be back into that habit in a jiffy!

As a matter of fact, I was born with a book in my arms!
Have just forgotten which one.

It must have been a bloody one.

This one is bloody! The one I read now. The story of the Vampire Lestat! The author, Anne Rice, is one of my favorites, and she writes so well. I enjoy every word of it

And gosh how creative she is!!!

Thought I had read this one before, but can’t say I recognize anything! Doesn’t matter. In fact, better this way. Starting from the beginning. Having a whole new novel in my hand to explore. Lestat as young, his life, family, his friends, how he became a vampire.

A smile is lurking in the corner of my lips, since I remember parts of what Lestat have to encounter later.

While reading this, and pleasurably sticking my teeth in a piece of apple-cake, I’m looking forward to read that again.