![]() ![]() “It must be a lot to take in,” Widin said. The wood creaked as someone sat beside her. If you like strong heroines, thrilling action, and rich historical detail, you’ll love Charlotte Jardine’s page-turning saga.Īfter the meeting broke up, Gelvira sat by the fire, mulling over everything she’d heard. Jaws of the Wolf is the exciting first novel in the epic Visigoth Chronicles series of YA adventures. Will Adafuns reunite with the exiles in time to free Gelvira from her loathsome vows? With her people starving, marrying the tribal elder’s spoiled son may be Gelvira’s only hope to save her family. ![]() Captured and carried off by the Huns, Adafuns’ dream of being a warrior could come true… at the cost of losing Gelvira forever. But as a slave in her father’s service, he has little chance of either. ![]() After a Hun raid sends her people into exile, her chance to master the ancient secrets of her craft are stripped away…Īdafuns yearns to become a great warrior and win Gelvira’s affection. But the arrogant son of a tribal elder wants her for a wife instead. Gelvira dreams of becoming a powerful jeweler. ![]()
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![]() Forster depicts his characters’ inner lives with depth and attention, exploring their development and the reasons behind their choices. Psychological realism also does this, but pays attention, too, to the inner thoughts, motivations, and desires of characters. ![]() ![]() Realist novels try to realistically depict everyday life and events in a way that gives a reader a truthful sense of the period. Howards End also belongs to the genre of psychological realism. It repeatedly asks the reader to question the power dynamics it displays. The novel also has a political agenda: it critiques the harsh social structures of England. The book spends a lot of time thinking about how they navigate their place in society. In Howards End, Forster delves into the relationships, morals, and values of his characters. ![]() Novels of manners explore the social conventions and customs of upper-class English life. ![]() ![]() ![]() One summer midnight, when the Sun God had walked alone into his moonlit garden, the Moon Goddess descended in the form of a beautiful woman. But into the room that the Sun God shared with his bride, the Moon Goddess shone night after night, and soon she, too, fell in love. ![]() So Constancia became a goddess as well as a queen, and for a time, the divine walked the island in human form. Each morning he shone brighter and brighter into her window, until one day he walked through in the form of a man, fell to one knee, and asked to be hers forever. She was strong, brave, and her brilliant mind rivaled the god’s own. ![]() Constancia was the daughter of Medio’s king. For thousands of years, Medio existed in harmony and prosperity. On the outer island, the Salt God kept the water teeming with fish, the waves calm, and the beaches safe. On the inner island, the Sun God warmed the soil, shone down on the plentiful foliage, and browned the skin of his chosen children. In the beginning, there were two brother-gods: the God of Salt and the God of Sun. ![]() ![]() A few decades ago, people would find a decent person who lived in their neighborhood. In a short period of time, the whole culture of finding love has changed dramatically. Who’s Nathan? Did he just send her a photo of his penis? Should I check just to be sure?”.īut the transformation of our romantic lives can’t be explained by technology alone. Some of our problems are unique to our time. “Why did this guy just text me an emoji of a pizza?”, “Should I go out with this girl even though she listed Combos as one of her favorite snack foods? Combos?!”, “My girlfriend just got a message from some dude named Nathan. ![]() With technology, our abilities to connect with and sort through these options are staggering. So why are so many people frustrated? Single people today have more romantic options than at any point in human history. ![]() This seems standard now, but it’s wildly different from what people did even just decades ago. We meet people, date, get into and out of relationships, all with the hope of finding someone with whom we share a deep connection. ![]() The number one New York Times best seller.Ī hilarious, thoughtful, and in-depth exploration of the pleasures and perils of modern romance from Aziz Ansari, the star of Master of None and one of this generation’s sharpest comedic voices.Īt some point, every one of us embarks on a journey to find love. ![]() ![]() ![]() I ended up getting a lot more than I bargained for. I downloaded the audio version of Bossman from my library because I was after something light and fun to listen to on my commute. ![]() I mean, what were the chances I’d run into him again in a city with eight million people? When it was over and we parted ways, I thought about him more than I would ever admit, even though I knew I’d never see him again. My date suddenly went from boring to bizarrely exciting. But instead, he pretended we knew each other and joined us-telling elaborate, embarrassing stories about our fake childhood. When the gorgeous stranger and his equally hot date suddenly appeared at our table, I thought he was going to rat me out. Of course, he caught me on more than one occasion, and winked. I couldn’t help but sneak hidden glances at the condescending jerk on the other side of the room. When he walked by my table, he smirked, and I watched his arrogant, sexy ass walk back to his date. So I told him to mind his own damn business-his own tall, gorgeous, full-of-himself damn business-and went back to my miserable date. He overheard and told me I was a bitch, then proceeded to offer me some dating advice. ![]() I was hiding in the bathroom hallway of a restaurant, leaving a message for my best friend to save me from my awful date. The first time I met Chase Parker, I didn’t exactly make a good impression. ![]() ![]() ![]() Absent from the interviews is the ethereally voiced, astonishingly beautiful lead guitarist, Julian Blake, whose mysterious disappearance or death is regularly hinted at but rather than offering differing versions of events, which would have added a layer of intrigue, the interviews remain unswervingly consistent, describing a ghostly young women lured into the open by Julian’s performance of a haunting folk song. The participants-band members, their manager, a psychic, and a journalist, all with disappointingly undifferentiated voices-recount a 1970s summer spent at the titular crumbling manor in rural England, writing music and making a groundbreaking neofolk album. ![]() ![]() The work is framed as a set of interviews for a documentary film about the band Windhollow Faire. Hand ( Available Dark), restricted by her choice of structure, struggles to turn this novella into something more than a comfortably familiar haunted house story. ![]() ![]() The book tells the story in two timelines, the present, where Candace is with the group during the apocalypse, and the past, a few months just before, where she worked in a boring job, and as things unfurl, she is still expected to take whatever commute is available, go to work, clock in, clock out, even as her work thins out as everyone around keeps dying. What starts as a survival measure, slowly turns into a cult and Candace is in more danger than she knows. Candace joins a group of other survivors, who have not showed symptoms of the strange disease that slowly kills its victims, taking away their consciousness until they perform nothing but their muscle memory routines, stuck serving dinner, or getting ready to go to work, for weeks and weeks until they starve to death. This is a surprisingly beautiful and character-driven book, unlike any other apocalypse story I’ve ever read. ![]() This is however a very personal experience and I don’t recommend everyone read it at this time. ![]() I did not find it was a problem for me, and found comfort in a story that had parallels, but was very different, to our situation and had no stakes on my real life. Inexplicably, Candace survived, and so did a few other people, who she joined in an attempt to survive.ĭisclaimer: Due to current events, if you find the content of the book to be potentially triggering for you, definitely give it a pass. ![]() In Severance, the world has collapsed into apocalypse after fungal spores infected and slowly killed everyone. ![]() ![]() ![]() This is the third novel I’ve read by Ali Smith. (If ever there was a family whose name did not match their emotional intelligence…) She swoops uninvited into the holiday home and lives of the Smart family. Turns out that Amber, the main character in Ali Smith’s The Accidental, is something of a cuckoo herself. But the cuckoo? Seriously? It takes over other birds’ nests and kills their chicks: it’s a compulsive parasite. When you think about it, isn’t it strange that a love song should eulogise a cuckoo? A lark, a dove, I understand…songbird, symbol of peace. But first of all please, let there be love.” “Let there be cuckoos, a lark and a dove. Unsurprisingly his old records reflect the music he most liked to sing: Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Tony Bennett, Nat King Cole. He had a lovely singing voice in his day and for many years was a compere and singer at his local parish club. I’ve spent some time recently sorting through his old 78” records. My Uncle Bobbie died just over a year ago. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Liz Catalano is shocked when an ancestry kit reveals she's adopted. And there's a serial killer in her family tree. ⭐ " Keeps the shocks coming right up to the climatic end. To learn more about how and for what purposes Amazon uses personal information (such as Amazon Store order history), please visit our Privacy Notice. You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie Preferences, as described in the Cookie Notice. Click ‘Customise Cookies’ to decline these cookies, make more detailed choices, or learn more. 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We use cookies and similar tools that are necessary to enable you to make purchases, to enhance your shopping experiences and to provide our services, as detailed in our Cookie Notice. ![]() ![]() ![]() Time, printed in its factual forms and manifestations: such is the supreme idea of cinema as an art, leading us to think about the wealth of untapped resources in film, about its colossal future.Ī passionate proponent of the creative and psychological benefits of boredom as a function of learning to fully inhabit time, he considers the undergirding psychological scaffolding that makes the allure of film so robust: That’s what the great Russian filmmaker Andrei Tarkovsky (April 4, 1932–December 29, 1986) examined in the last year of his life as he considered the raw material of his art in Sculpting in Time: Reflections on the Cinema ( public library). No human invention has rendered this paradox more pliant than the cinema. “If our heart were large enough to love life in all its detail,” the great French philosopher Gaston Bachelard wrote in contemplating our paradoxical relationship with time, “we would see that every instant is at once a giver and a plunderer.” The poet Mary Oliver put it even more perfectly: “All eternity is in the moment.” We long for immortality in a universe predicated on impermanence. Swept up in the vortex of immediacy - the now of what we’re experiencing with such insistent urgency - we yearn to anchor ourselves to some sense of temporal stability. ![]() We live stretched between the ephemeral and the eternal, constantly negotiating the two. ![]() |
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