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text 2020-02-12 22:58
Reading progress update: I've read 17%.
The Hollow - Agatha Christie

This is one of Dame Agatha's stories that is not an easy one to like - most, if not all, of the characters are horrible: self-involved, dismissive, contemptuous, sponging, and utterly, utterly selfish. 

This comes at an expense. 


I have no idea if Dame Agatha meant to write this as an analysis of the effects of bullying - I will need to consult John Curran's Complete Secret Notebooks on this matter - but I love the psychological aspect of this story. It's gripping and - for an Agatha Christie book - deliciously dark.

"Gerda had not been happy at school. At school there had been even less reassurance than elsewhere. Home had been better. But even home had not been very good. For they had all, of course, been quicker and cleverer than she was. Their comments, quick, impatient, not quite unkind, had whistled about her ears like a hailstorm.

‘Oh, do be quick, Gerda.’ ‘Butter-fingers, give it to me!’ ‘Oh don’t let Gerda do it, she’ll be ages.’ ‘Gerda never takes in anything…’

Hadn’t they seen, all of them, that that was the way to make her slower and stupider still? She’d got worse and worse, more clumsy with her fingers, more slow-witted, more inclined to stare vacantly at what was said to her. Until, suddenly, she had reached the point where she had found a way out. Almost accidentally, really, she found her weapon of defence.

She had grown slower still, her puzzled stare had become even blanker."

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text 2020-02-08 20:30
Reading progress update: I've read 60%.
Fancy Dress Ball - J. Jefferson Farjeon

This story is decidedly weird.


I'm still not sure what is going on and whether the different stories of the characters we met at the start of the ball will at some point merge into one plot. 

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text 2020-02-08 18:00
Reading progress update: I've read 17%.
Fancy Dress Ball - J. Jefferson Farjeon

Well, this is an interesting setup: We are introduced in vignettes to several individuals who are all preparing to attend the Chelsea Arts Ball, the titular fancy dress ball. 


I'm not sure yet whether this will be a mystery or a political thriller or dark and atmospheric crime  plot. This story could develop into any of these. 

It's certainly suspenseful.


And as with all of Farjeon's stories I have read, it is very charming.

"How’s the Prime Minister?”

“Very nicely, thank you.”

“Good! And where’s the next war going to break out?”

“Near East, I should say. Cheerful news for your father, anyway.”

Conrad frowned. War meant munitions, and munitions meant business, and business meant motor cars. Might even mean a motor car for himself, Conrad Shannon. A racer! But . . . oh, well, the world was a mad hat, anyway. Conrad decided to talk about the weather.

Instead he found himself saying: “Look here, you don’t mean it, do you?”

“What? War?”

Lankester shrugged his shoulders.

“Probably not. But who knows? War will go on till the world’s temperature cools—and till every man can contemplate his own extinction.”

Conrad stared at the speaker. This wasn’t exactly ballroom talk! But it fascinated him. People didn’t often trouble to talk to him seriously. Out of nowhere he shot the question: “And till father’s munition factory goes bust?”

“No, munitions don’t make war any more than peace conferences stop ’em. It’s all a personal matter—and the moment you and I hear the drum, off we’ll pop to the recruiting office.” He laughed. “But meanwhile, Conrad, we are a Russian dancer and a golden cherub. Where’s Dorothy?”

“Still adoring herself in her mirror,” he answered, “but I admit she’s got a case.”


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text 2020-02-08 16:07
Reading progress update: I've read 86%.
Murder on the Orient Express - Agatha Christie

Another aspect that I love about this book is that Dame Agatha totally messes with the reader. And yet, she cannot be accused of withholding information or clues that lead to the solution. 

‘Ma foi,’ said M. Bouc with violence. ‘But does everybody on this train tell lies?’

‘That,’ said Poirot, ‘is what we are about to find out.’


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