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An Alphabet for Gourmets av MFK Fisher
Tortilla Curtain av T.C. Boyle
Everything That Rises Must Converge av Flannery O'Connor
Witch Baby and Me at School av Debi Gliori
The Player of Games (The Culture) av Iain M. Banks
Stoner av John Williams
Where I'm Calling from: Selected Stories av Raymond Carver
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Om migI write and illustrate books for children. That's my job. When I'm not doing that, I'm raising our own five children. My partner and I don't watch t.v. - we read. And read. And read.
Om mitt bibliotekIt's big. currently @ 8,500 books, not counting my own home-made ones
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Anyways I'm babbling, so I really should shut up now!
Kate (also in ridiculously rainy Scotland)
inlägg gjort av svh_mad vid 3:18 pm (EST) Nov 9, 2009
By Sarojini Naidu
ONCE in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my delicate youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
inlägg gjort av theoldman vid 12:15 pm (EST) May 26, 2009
was 11:)
inlägg gjort av Rubbah vid 11:09 am (EST) Nov 30, 2008
Ó Ceállaígh is the irish form of the surname kelly. as far as i know it has a very pompous direct tranlation: something like 'Son of warrior'.
i'm nearly afraid to start taking about "stoner", but i know exactly what you mean; i really wish there had been a real Bill stoner. i think i probably did sob a bit at the conclusion of his trist with the 'Co-ed'. what a fantastic book.
i've not read any alistair macleod, i'll have to watch out for him: i've not read nearly enough Scotish fiction, are there any others you'd recomend?
inlägg gjort av STOCeallaigh vid 4:20 pm (EST) Apr 23, 2008
inlägg gjort av Inver vid 5:59 pm (EST) Apr 4, 2008
inlägg gjort av Inver vid 5:58 pm (EST) Apr 4, 2008
inlägg gjort av Inver vid 10:45 am (EST) Jan 8, 2008