Courtesy of Waterstone, below are books recommended for the month: Golden Hill by Francis Spufford http://www.awin1.com/cread.php?awinmid=3787&awinaffid=264885&clickref=&p=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.waterstones.com%2Fbook%2Fgolden-hill%2Ffrancis-spufford%2Ff-spufford%2F9780571225200 No Picnic on Mount Kenya by Felice Benuzzi http://www.awin1.com/cread.php?awinmid=3787&awinaffid=264885&clickref=&p=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.waterstones.com%2Fbook%2Fno-picnic-on-mount-kenya%2Ffelice-benuzzi%2F9780857053770 The Secret of Nightingale Wood by Lucy Strange http://www.awin1.com/cread.php?awinmid=3787&awinaffid=264885&clickref=&p=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.waterstones.com%2Fbook%2Fthe-secret-of-nightingale-wood%2Flucy-strange%2F9781910655030 Decline and Fall by Evelyn Waugh http://www.awin1.com/cread.php?awinmid=3787&awinaffid=264885&clickref=&p=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.waterstones.com%2Fbook%2Fdecline-and-fall%2Fevelyn-waugh%2Fdavid-bradshaw%2F9780141180908 Gorky Park by Martin Cruz Smith http://www.awin1.com/cread.php?awinmid=3787&awinaffid=264885&clickref=&p=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.waterstones.com%2Fbook%2Fgorky-park%2Fmartin-cruz-smith%2F9781471131080
What a lovely stay at Beech Hill Hotel in Windermere! Thought I’ll share my experience with my readers here. Not far from the Windermere ferry terminal, this Beech Hill hotel is not different to find. The car park at the side is spacious to park. There’s front entrance and back entrance to get into the …
Thanks to my lovely friend Joanne, we have been booked in Formby Hall Spa & Golf for a lovely spa treatment morning. The drive to Formby Hall Spa & Golf is alongside the coastal line of Southport. It just happened to be such a bright sunny Saturday morning in the early September. Weather is such …
The Journey Driving to Lochgoilhead in Scotland isn’t the kind of normal driving experience – but it’s Scotland highland we are talking about, so have to save the complaint just go with the narrow lane and on-and-off drizzle rain all the way. It all seemed worth the journey when we reach our destination Lochgoilhead Argyll …
“Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton?—a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!—I have as much soul as you,—and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh;—it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal,—as we are!”
She was dreaming of me, and it wasn’t even a nightmare. She wanted me to stay
with her, there in her dream.
I struggled to find words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had
no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them.
When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been.
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be
midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?
At the time that I had become a vampire, trading my soul and my mortality for immortality in the searing pain of transformation, I had truly been frozen. My body had turned into something more like rock than flesh, enduring and unchanging. My self, also, had frozen as it was—my personality, my likes and my dislikes, my moods and my desires; all were fixed in place.
It was the same for the rest of them. We were all frozen. Living stone.
When change came for one of us, it was a rare and permanent thing. I had seen it happen with Carlisle, and then a decade later with Rosalie. Love had changed them in an eternal way, a way that never faded. More than eighty years had passed since Carlisle had found Esme, and yet he still looked at her with the incredulous eyes of first love. It would always be that way for them.
It would always be that way for me, too.
I would always love this fragile human girl, for the rest of my limitless existence.
I gazed at her unconscious face, feeling this love for her settle into every portion of my stone body.
– by Stephenie Meyer
“Every good, true, vigorous feeling I have gathers impulsively round him. I know I must conceal my sentiments: I must smother hope; I must remember that he cannot care much for me. For when I say that I am of his kind, I do not mean that I have his force to influence, and his spell to attract; I mean only that I have certain tastes and feelings in common with him. I must, then, repeat continually that we are for ever sundered:—and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.”” from “Jane Eyre” by Charlotte Brontë, F. H. (Frederick Henry) Townsend
The hotel apartment we booked for our Spanish holiday is called MacDonald Dona Lona Resort. It is located at Calahonda area of Mijas county, which is between tourist city Fuengirola and Marbella, south coast of Spain. Some would call it Costa del sol or Andalucia area. Malaga airport is about 35 minutes away from this resort. …
I would like to thank Kate at The Less Defined Mind for nominating me for this questionnaire, to get started, here are the answers: 1. What made you start blogging? I have a thing about cyber business, whatever derives from secret code language and turn into stories and images fascinates me, especially finding out ‘blogging’ is …
With great joy knowing we would be entering into the amazing Enchanted Forest, we got on the road to hit Scotland. We stopped on the way to visit kids’ great-grandma in Glasgow, then set off to Loch Tay Highland Lodges holiday park where we would have our short stay over the weekend. I personally have …