The Captive Reader

This weekend, I read Farie Mowat's No Birds Sang. This is his traditional memories of life as a very young infantry officer during World War II. This is a great book, and I want to write more in detail in the near future, but let's introduce this passage.

In early June 1943, Mowat and colleagues were given four days vacation from a base near Glasgow. It was not official, but in mi d-June they were to take a ship to Sicily. Mowat went to the countryside instead of going to the big city and put himself in a gentle and extraordinary environment.

In my opinion, this is a great plot for the whole novel, and there is a precedent that it actually happened, which is even more unusual and worth sharing:

Most friends were south to London, but I thought it was meaningless to spend half a short vacation on a crowded train. It was still spring, and the countryside was calling me. I took out the map of Scotland and closed my eyes and pierced the tip of the pencil on the map, as I did well when I was a child. No matter where the pencil is, I go there. I chose a place called Trosax, which ran on an iron road for a few hours on the iron road. I stuffed my luggage in a rucksack and started with a book about binoculars and birds.

I take a local tour train in a place like a no n-seemingly uninhabited station on the plains covered with sparkling puddles, flowing down from the slopes of the mountains covered with greenish moss. It was done. Standing in a platform without anyone and thinking about what to make next, it was illuminated by the rain in the pouring, and all of the surroundings seemed to be a bit out of focus. There was no station manager here who could ask questions about accommodation. When I tried to evacuate the button of the Macintosh, the rattling taxi flew with a breath. The driver seemed to be surprised that people had descended from the train, but when I asked if I would find a place to brake, she nodded. He went down the narrow plains without saying anything and went on an unpaved road on the last mountain of the dark Balsam. < SPAN> This weekend, I read Farie Mowat's No Birds Sang. This is his traditional memories of life as a very young infantry officer during World War II. This is a great book, and I want to write more in detail in the near future, but let's introduce this passage.

In early June 1943, Mowat and colleagues were given four days vacation from a base near Glasgow. It was not official, but in mi d-June they were to take a ship to Sicily. Mowat went to the countryside instead of going to the big city and put himself in a gentle and extraordinary environment.

In my opinion, this is a great plot for the whole novel, and there is a precedent that it actually happened, which is even more unusual and worth sharing:

Most friends were south to London, but I thought it was meaningless to spend half a short vacation on a crowded train. It was still spring, and the countryside was calling me. I took out the map of Scotland and closed my eyes and pierced the tip of the pencil on the map, as I did well when I was a child. No matter where the pencil is, I go there. I chose a place called Trosax, which ran on an iron road for a few hours on the iron road. I stuffed my luggage in a rucksack and started with a book about binoculars and birds.

I take a local tour train in a place like a no n-seemingly uninhabited station, located on the plains covered with sparkling puddles, flowing down from the slopes of the mountains covered with greenish moss. It was done. Standing in a platform without anyone and thinking about what to make next, it was illuminated by the rain in the pouring, and all of the surroundings seemed to be a bit out of focus. There was no station manager here who could ask questions about accommodation. When I tried to evacuate the button of the Macintosh, the rattling taxi flew with a breath. The driver seemed to be surprised that people had descended from the train, but when I asked if I would find a place to brake, she nodded. He went down the narrow plains without saying anything and went on an unpaved road on the last mountain of the dark Balsam. This weekend, I read Farie Mowat's No Birds Sang. This is his traditional memories of life as a very young infantry officer during World War II. This is a great book, and I want to write more in detail in the near future, but let's introduce this passage.

Tea or Books? Guest Appearance

In early June 1943, Mowat and colleagues were given four days vacation from a base near Glasgow. It was not official, but in mi d-June they were to take a ship to Sicily. Mowat went to the countryside instead of going to the big city and put himself in a gentle and extraordinary environment.

In my opinion, this is a great plot for the whole novel, and there is a precedent that it actually happened, which is even more unusual and worth sharing:

Most friends were south to London, but I thought it was meaningless to spend half a short vacation on a crowded train. It was still spring, and the countryside was calling me. I took out the map of Scotland and closed my eyes and pierced the tip of the pencil on the map, as I did well when I was a child. No matter where the pencil is, I go there. I chose a place called Trosax, which ran on an iron road for a few hours on the iron road. I stuffed my luggage in a rucksack and started with a book about binoculars and birds.

I take a local tour train in a place like a no n-seemingly uninhabited station on the plains covered with sparkling puddles, flowing down from the slopes of the mountains covered with greenish moss. It was done. Standing in a platform without anyone and thinking about what to make next, it was illuminated by the rain in the pouring, and all of the surroundings seemed to be a bit out of focus. There was no station manager here who could ask questions about accommodation. When I tried to evacuate the button of the Macintosh, a rattling taxi flew with a breath. The driver seemed to be surprised that people had descended from the train, but when I asked if I would find a place to brake, she nodded. Without saying anything, he went down the narrow plains and went on an unpaved road on the last mountain of the dark Balsam.

Tea or Books? Guest Appearance

Once a palatial marquis's mansion, closed since the war began from June to August, it now lives a new life as a rococo hotel. But the marquis was not the only guest. Besides myself, there were two Canadian and two New Zealand sisters of mercy, a naval captain from Free France, and a young armored lieutenant from South Africa. No doubt an unnatural company of underprivileged people found themselves in this remote cul-de-sac by option will.

They outnumbered the guests three to one, and the marquis's long-time servants assumed the leadership. The elderly butler, now performing his master's direct duties, brought us the best produce the estate has to offer: venison, salmon, hazel grouse, mighty goose testicles, oil, milk jelly, and condensed cream. Under chandeliers and candelabras, in glittering halls, we slept among royalty, but had slightly more lavish dinners in large, showy apartments. At night, in the richly decorated trophy hall, in front of a huge fireplace whose reddish stamps shone in the moonlit evening, we danced to the music of the 1920s that played from a clockwork gramophone.

In the afternoon, under the slippery veil of warm June rain, or under the liquid warmth of the sun, we climbed the hills and watched herds of generous deer on great rock ledges blown by all the winds. They lowered dark grouse and capercaillie on the fragrant heather in the valleys.

Stating the Obvious

Our mood was as if time had stopped. We were a brother-sister kind of group, and we got along so well, in fact, that there was practically no steaminess. There was no stuffy or frothy attraction to sex that usually dominates the leaves of military men and military women. It was, for example, a universe behind the lines of a reality that we had not recognized for so long together. Category: Bookinist's Inference Posted: September 3, 2023 | 10 Comments "I was very happy to receive another invitation to Podkast's "tea or books". After we talked and enjoyed talking about what really inspires us on the road - artistic novels or not - I demoed D. E. Stevenson's "English Air" and Eve Ibbotson's "Morning Gift". To be honest, I appreciated this invitation as an excuse to force Simon and Rachel to celebrate Eve Ibbotson, one of my most beloved creators.

You can listen to this episode here. In principle, Simon added a detailed list of all the books and their creators to the record, which we analyzed and, if you want to dig deeper, I also added a link to something I wrote earlier:

And as a little treat, Eva Ibbotson's wonderful note on library artifacts: When M's Love Was Flashed for a Medical Textbook

Category: Bouquiniste's Reasoning Posted: February 3, 2022 | 13 comments "

Like the Child in Robert Louis Stevenson’s Fable

After many years as a faithful listener of Simon and Rachel's podcast "Tea of ​​Books?", I finally made my debut as a guest! You can hear me in episode #102. We judge books about misfortune and decide between "Four Gardens" by Marjorie Sharp and "Five Windows" by D. E. Stevenson. Both books are available for purchase from Dean Street Press!

You can listen to this episode here. We talked about many other books (Simon gave an absolute list in the episode), so if you are interested, I will share my review:

"Obsession" by A. S. Byaitta is an unconditional genius.

I'm happy that I can only find an hour a day to read after an irregular week with long hours at work, and dive into the love and high academic research of the 1990 Bucket Prize Victorian romance.

Vijait didn't write elemental love. She wrote poems, stories, messages, diaries, biographies and academic examinations of it from different perspectives. And yes, she also wrote a story in which all of this is woven. All of this is, in fact, so cleverly planned and brilliantly executed that it is an element that impresses the imagination.

If you didn't get her a long time ago (or at all? What a treat in this case!), I recommend you to order it now. Many worlds, huge charm and, I've already forgotten, a lot of humor about academic conflicts.

This Last Display of Versatility is Too Much

After the first book, I promised to tell you about the incomparable "Love in the Blitz," a collection of messages written by Eileen Alexander during the war, including the fascinating story of Alexander's first, and not remotely the most pleasant, encounter with working life.

Thanks to his family's connection, she was in the office of Leslie Cor e-Berish, the Minister of Military, during the 1939 Christmas vacation. She calls him a dedicated "general fan", but it's hard to imagine where this dedication came from. Alexander clearly fell in love with just one encounter. He doesn't like the social fans who come to get in the way, so Coral may be able to pay attention to the war again:

Victory

I spent the most fantastic day, my love, this is a good thing, my imagination was because I didn't have time to think (as I always looked, one of my most famous drama Great phrase).

Miss Slone introduced me to his subordinates, Miss Fox. His subordinates should be my subordinates (and I would be cursed if she didn't become a general fan)! This is becoming a cult, but I'm already a fixed customer and never experienced it).

Miss Sloan said, "Mr. Chorea Berisha seems to want to meet you," and opened a double door. It was 3 o'clock. At 3:05, why I loved Marori at 3:05, at 3:10, what kind of position the Jews occupied in the medieval society (if it was), at 3:15. Was asked a religious mania, "Book of Margeli Kemp" as an example. He was sitting and nodded, but sighed and said: I feel like a child of Robert Lewis Stevenson's fable. Everyone was laughing at the toys, and he put the toys on the cabin, said that they would play again when they grew up, and they said that no one would laugh at Hem, who would laugh, and forgot. 。 Thanks to you opening the cupboard, I was able to see a little lefto. Come to read sometimes. '< SPAN> Thanks to the family's connection, she was in the office of Leslie Coleish, the Minister of Army, during the 1939 Christmas vacation. She calls him a dedicated "general fan", but it's hard to imagine where this dedication came from. Alexander clearly fell in love with just one encounter. He doesn't like the social fans who come to get in the way, so Coral may be able to pay attention to the war again:

I spent the most fantastic day, my love, this is a good thing, my imagination was because I didn't have time to think (as I always looked, one of my most famous drama Great phrase).

Miss Slone introduced me to his subordinates, Miss Fox. His subordinates should be my subordinates (and I would be cursed if she didn't become a general fan)! This is becoming a cult, but I'm already a fixed customer and never experienced it).

Miss Sloan said, "Mr. Chorea Berisha seems to want to meet you," and opened a double door. It was 3 o'clock. At 3:05, why I loved Marori at 3:05, at 3:10, what kind of position the Jews occupied in the medieval society (if it was), at 3:15. Was asked a religious mania, "Book of Margeli Kemp" as an example. He was sitting and nodded, but sighed and said: I feel like a child of Robert Lewis Stevenson's fable. Everyone was laughing at the toys, and he put the toys on the cabin, said that they would play again when they grew up, and they said that no one would laugh at Hem, who would laugh, and forgot. 。 Thanks to you opening the cupboard, I was able to see a little lefto. Come to read sometimes. Thanks to my family's connection, she was in the office of Leslie Cor e-Berish, the Minister of Army, during the 1939 Christmas vacation. She calls him a dedicated "general fan", but it's hard to imagine where this dedication came from. Alexander clearly fell in love with just one encounter. He doesn't like the social fans who come to get in the way, so Coral may be able to pay attention to the war again:

I spent the most fantastic day, my love, this is a good thing, my imagination was because I didn't have time to think (as I always looked, one of my most famous drama Great phrase).

Miss Sloan said, "Mr. Chorea Berisha seems to want to meet you," and opened a double door. It was 3 o'clock. At 3:05, why I loved Marori at 3:05, at 3:10, what kind of position the Jews occupied in the medieval society (if it was), at 3:15. Was asked a religious mania, "Book of Margeli Kemp" as an example. He was sitting and nodded, but sighed and said: I feel like a child of Robert Lewis Stevenson's fable. Everyone was laughing at the toys, and he put the toys on the cabin, said that they would play again when they grew up, and they said that no one would laugh at Hem, who would laugh, and forgot. 。 Thanks to you opening the cupboard, I was able to see a little lefto. Come to read sometimes. '< SPAN> Thanks to the family's connection, she was in the office of Leslie Coleish, the Minister of Army, during the 1939 Christmas vacation. She calls him a dedicated "general fan", but it's hard to imagine where this dedication came from. Alexander clearly fell in love with just one encounter. He doesn't like the social fans who come to get in the way, so Coral may be able to pay attention to the war again:

Miss Sloan said, "Mr. Chorea Berisha seems to want to meet you," and opened a double door. It was 3 o'clock. At 3:05, why I loved Marori at 3:05, at 3:10, what kind of position the Jews occupied in the medieval society (if it was), at 3:15. Was asked a religious mania, "Book of Margeli Kemp" as an example. He was sitting and nodded, but sighed and said: I feel like a child of Robert Lewis Stevenson's fable. Everyone was laughing at the toys, and he put the toys on the cabin, said that they would play again when they grew up, and they said that no one would laugh at Hem, who would laugh, and forgot. 。 Thanks to you opening the cupboard, I was able to see a little lefto. Come to read sometimes. ''

It was very beautiful, expensive, and there was a thunder. PA1 was standing sideways and frowningly frowning, but this time he was busy. Of course, of course, she spoke brightly, and was faster than discouraging. "If we get off the war, we will give you honor for you, but only for 5 minutes. You have to meet the Prime Minister and canceled the pen Lady Dawson (here) Leslie exposes his frustration, saying, "This woman, shit," and PA refused). I seemed to be as shocked as the possibility of solving the assistant officer), "I had the opportunity to go along with your interview points to make it possible." (I was angry at seeing me), we didn't say ". And she grabbed my shoulder, completely closed the door and pushed me to me. For example, not OK (1939 (1939) December 14)

Over! Lanes, gelts, (pay before the comma-I'm not running first!) I hope you are much more wise than me. When we met alone, I was still expecting to breathe, in fact, what I was trying to notice, in fact, I can't understand the reason, and forever of my brain I'll go beyond me from the table, and I thought: Oh: the more you look at you. There are no fingers, bold, stupid, singing on the street, almost all are differen t-but the last symptoms of versatility are very larg e-your print is two colors and two different sizes. ! What was your noble honor for me? (August 3, 1939)

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Once, I wanted to read a collection of messages, but "Love of Dengeki" Irene-Alexander covered all my expectations. Alexander, who has just graduated from Cambridge University, was recovered in Auto Tagie in the summer of 1939 and began writing a message of his wife, Ellenbogen. They are full of life and humor, and I can illuminate something different from it-what to see here is to be separated into some fragments. I hope that a new trouble will occur on the best day!

Trafalger Square < SPAN> on the victory anniversary was very beautiful, expensive, and thunder was roaring. PA1 was standing sideways and frowning, but this time he was busy. Of course, of course, she spoke brightly, and was faster than discouraging. "If we get off the war, we will give you honor for you, but only for 5 minutes. You have to meet the Prime Minister and canceled the pen Lady Dawson (here) Leslie exposes his frustration, saying, "This woman, shit," and PA refused). I seemed to be as shocked as the possibility of solving the assistant officer), "I had the opportunity to go along with your interview points to make it possible." (I was angry at seeing me), we didn't say ". And she grabbed my shoulder, completely closed the door and pushed me to me. For example, not OK (1939 (1939) December 14)

Over! Lanes, gelts, (pay before the comma-I'm not running first!) I hope you are much more wise than me. When we met alone, I was still expecting to breathe, in fact, what I was trying to notice, in fact, I can't understand the reason, and forever of my brain I'll go beyond me from the table, and I thought: Oh: the more you look at you. There are no fingers, bold, stupid, singing on the street, almost all are differen t-but the last symptoms of versatility are very larg e-your print is two colors and two different sizes. ! What was your noble honor for me? (August 3, 1939)

Once, I wanted to read a collection of messages, but "Love of Dengeki" Irene-Alexander covered all my expectations. Alexander, who has just graduated from Cambridge University, was recovered in Auto Tagie in the summer of 1939 and began writing a message of his wife, Ellenbogen. They are full of life and humor, and I can illuminate something different from it-what to see here is to be separated into some fragments. I hope that a new trouble will occur on the best day!

Trafalger Square on the victory anniversary This was very beautiful, expensive, and thunder was roaring. PA1 was standing sideways and frowningly frowning, but this time he was busy. Of course, of course, she talked brightly and was faster than discouraging. "If we get off the war, we will give you honor for you, but only for 5 minutes. You have to meet the Prime Minister and canceled the pen Lady Dawson (here) Leslie exposed the frustration, "This woman, shit," and PA declined). I seemed to be as shocked as the possibility of solving the assistant officer), "I had the opportunity to go along with your interview points to make it possible." (I was angry at seeing me), we didn't say ". And she grabbed my shoulder, completely closed the door and pushed me to me. For example, not OK (1939 (1939) December 14)

Over! Lanes, gelts, (pay before the comma-I'm not running first!) I hope you are much more wise than me. When we met alone, I was still expecting to breathe, in fact, what I was trying to notice, in fact, I can't understand the reason, and forever of my brain I'll go beyond me from the table, and I thought: Oh: the more you look at you. There are no fingers, bold, stupid, singing on the street, almost all are differen t-but the last symptoms of versatility are very larg e-your print is two colors and two different sizes. ! What was your noble honor for me? (August 3, 1939)

Once, I wanted to read a collection of messages, but "Love of Dengeki" Irene-Alexander covered all my expectations. Alexander, who has just graduated from Cambridge University, was recovered in Auto Tagie in the summer of 1939 and began writing a message of his wife, Ellenbogen. They are full of life and humor, and I can illuminate something different from it-what to see here is to be separated into some fragments. I hope that a new trouble will occur on the best day!

Trafalger Square of the victory anniversary

A whole day, a small auxiliary celebration began. In the shopping street above the singing people, Galia's Kokekokko was walking on Paul. "This is a free French," said someone. The Belgian people participated in the Mass to march the Belgian flag, but did not see the bearers. The students' line flew around the green park, hanging the exploding deck workers, hanging the lid of the garbage bin like a plate, and waving a large flag with the preservation method of Jace as a flag. South American sailors and smiling girls stood in a row of conga at the center of Piccadiri and killed them in their arms in Lambet Yokocho. There was no specific intention, day and night without official holidays. Each group danced personal dancing, sang personal songs, and passed through their way with the spirit giving hints. The most tolerant and calm people in London on the victory anniversary were police officers smiling in a rudimentary supporting role. Hunters, on the other hand, waving their hands on the streetlights, holding one hand, and the group of smiling people demolished the sales network to dilute the dusk bonfire. Most social sites overflowed with light with the arrival of the night. At night, it was as warm as midsummer, London covered its distress, and other dome and lennuts were warmed with light and fire.

Molly Panthe r-Daw n-British Notebook

We go to the entrance of the Mush i-sin's Sutefan Temple, and the police push through the Mass. Mass is peaceful, and she will discover some parliamentarians. I am with Nancy Aster, but she is a bit offended, as she can no longer encourage her. And worship begins. It is the moment when Capelan reads the name of the parliamentary parliament who was killed. It's pretty sad. My eyes are full of tears. Nancy will not notice this. For example, a man becomes emotional and she speaks.

Harold Nicholson

A small auxiliary celebration has begun, a whole day, a Canadian Navy soldier (Illge Metalf's Archive Montage)

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It was definitely Churchill's day. A thousand of them. All day King George's men stood in front of the castle singing "We wish the king" and when the King appeared, the Queen and her daughters put on the hook, but when the crowd noticed Churchill, they cheered with a bottomless, contented, almost reverent cheer. He led the procession of the MPs and, after returning to the House of Commons, performed the classical thanksgiving service in honor of the Immaculate Margaret. He was surrounded by the people in no time. Running gallantly on tiptoe, picking up children so that they could say they had actually seen him, and gently calling out "Winnie, Winnie" the unpleasant name of Nanny Little! Two successful, upstanding, rather long, unimaginably filthy murderers who performed a slow, shuffling dance like Shakespeare's clowns spat: "Here's his little decrepit, beautiful bald head!" Molly Panthe r-Dawn- British Military Notes

Canadian fighter planes celebrating Picadilly Circus (photo: Lt. Arthur L. Cowle)

Today Londoners, their children, and a thousand guests took to the streets and parks to celebrate the victory of Europe. Flags flew from every house. Shop windows were decorated with red, white, and blue clothing, flowers, and materials. Aeroplanes flew overhead, and lines and papers flowed from the windows like snaking torrents. As people filled the streets and sidewalks, there was no movement. I went to the office, but only caught the locksmith's marshal. "It's a public holiday today. I'll be here and definitely help with dinner," I said. Before I could stop myself, I tore the first picture out of the window and shook out the contents of five garbage baskets on Kingsway. I wanted to be more generous, but I didn't dare.

Hermione Lanfrey - To the War with the Whittakers

I'm quietly starting to get back into my personal rhythm of reading (look, that would just be me cursing myself), but the good news is that, in fact, when it's not easy for us to recite, we have candidates. For example, there are a number of great podcasts out there right now, which will undoubtedly help us to spread and remember how many such real readers there are in the world. The contradiction is that in fact podcasts are just so numerous, for example, with so many episodes - where do I start?

For your attention, I have compiled a list of my favorites of episodes from 5 of my beloved literary podcasts:

Backlisted Georgette Heyer - Venetia I'm not that keen on Backlisted (I laugh too often at their personal cleverness, not the actual books), but some of the first episodes are great. The episode where they discover how funny Georgette Heyer is is hands down the best of the bunch, as far as I'm concerned. Nothing beats the enthusiasm of someone who's just discovered a fresh, brilliant creator.

Honorable Mention: R. F. Delderfield - To Serve Them All My Days - I grew up loving Delderfield, but no one outside my family knew who he was. Hearing Jenny Cogan rave about this book brought me back to my lonely reading life.

Have you pre-ordered? Sarah Manning A podcast where the protagonist explores someone else's used bookshelf? It's an eye-opener. Daisy enters Sarah Manning's living space and discovers her surprisingly diverse tastes.

Honorable Mention: Sophie Kinsella - I haven't read many of Kinsella's books, but hers are great.

Delicate ramblings: The Countess Who Came Down the Stairs There's not enough love in the world for Eva Ibbotson, and I'm pleased every time someone tries to pay her attention, especially when it comes in the form of a disjointed, sigh-filled, obsessive attention.

Honorable mentions: Circle of Friends (a sensual intrigue under the guise of comforting Irish reading) and Less (which I finally read and am now obsessed with).

The Slightly Foxed Podcast: The Cultivated Word The Slightly Foxed Podcast has been perfect from the very first episode. The conversations are as intelligent, informative and varied as any good quarterly magazine, and they always have great guests. My favorite episode so far has been about gardening, and I learned something important from this one. I'm running out of time! Luckily, they're all in the show notes.

Honorable mention: Will Leaving That Place Called Home be the episode I write about traveling in? Yes, please.

Have a cup of tea or read a book: Title: "Prestigious or Simple?" and Hercule Poirot Facing Miss Marple I love Simon and Rachel and listening to their long conversations is as much fun as taking part in them in real life. This early episode in which Poirot and Miss Marple try to pick a winner is one of the most beloved.

Honorable Mentions: "The Internet is in Front of the Bookshop" and "Mr Pym Passes By"!

Do you have a favorite podcast or book?

Women Reading Ivan Olinsky

The desire to emulate Simon. His feature on his favorite books of the decade made me reexamine my own books of the past decade.

In the past decade, I have read 1613 books. I have re-read some of them, and many of the excellent textbooks I read during that time (during which I completed 12 courses leading to two professional ranks and two different licenses). But most importantly, the decade is not over yet. I still have a few weeks of good reading time, and I intend to take advantage of it!

I like to look back on the past few years on my blog, and it was great to see what good decisions I made when I made this list. All of these books remain favorites, and I am happy to pick them up and start reading them again. And the best part is that I went out again and easily found my favorites from 2010 and 2011, which were almost impossible to find back then. A sure sign of progress in the last decade!

2010: "Mrs. Tim Fly Home" by D. E. Stevenson

This year, I read Mrs. Tim and I fell in love with both D. E. Stevenson and Mrs. Tim from the Regiment. Mrs. Tim Flies Home was a great introduction to my new beloved heroine, but a weak second half prevented her from becoming a favorite. Mrs. Tim Flies Home, on the other hand, has no such flaws and is simply charming and heartwarming, earning it the number one spot on this list.

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2011: "The Summer Half" Angela Tilkell

What I actually wrote: "This year, the person who checked my blog probably had the opportunity to port, but in fact Tilkel decided to borrow the 1st space. Tilkel last January. From the first time I knew, I was stuck in a novel about her Bazzshire, and I thought "Summer Helf" was the most ideal work in the 12th edition. There is a romance of Tilkel's novels, for example, a romance of Tilkel's novels in the Sort Bridge secondary school teachers and students. The most important thing for humor, such as a couple who is not going well and the couple who failed but not working is the most important thing in the summer of the summer, Tilkel-Great Lydia Keith. This is not only a book I want to read back this year.

• 2012: Michael Steinman edition "The substance of generousity
• What I wrote: "I read this book in January, but frankly, in the book I read this year, including something close to this book, a book that has a sympathy with her Leashe. I had no Warner or Maxwell until I read this book, but I didn't know anything about them. Knowing the people, they witnessed the surprising warmth and depth of their friendship for decades. Even after reading almost a year later, she wrote more about the details of her own life than any other letter at this point. The message written at the stage of her own death is the chronic old and loss of the most I have read so far.
• 2013: "About Jane Austin" Sheila Kay Smith, G. B. Stern.

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What I wrote: "The other books on this list were all great, but this book is different from this pleasant and eccentric essay collection dedicated to Austin. Of course, this book is. The only book I spent a considerable amount of time for Emma (if you are looking for the smallest path to my heart, you don't have to look for it anymore).

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2014: "A Little House in Alington" by Anthony Tropp

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When I just started reading, I loved "Allinton's Little House". He skillfully manipulates a number of stories and the same persuasive central person. I was fascinated by Lily Dale, worried about Johnny Mza, and worried about the fate of Ordor Fass Crosby. This book, which was brilliant and perfect, was this year's unfamiliar event for my reader.

2015: Letter from Sylvia Townsend Warner William Maxwell