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Lucy Swift has been let go from her job (downsizing) and caught her fiancé cheating on her. So she spends some time with her parents at an archaeological dig in Egypt then runs to Oxford to her loving grandmother to get some comfort and life advice. Except when she gets to her grandmother’s knitting shop she finds it closed and her grandmother has died. What?! But Lucy soon finds out that not all is at it seems and she must figure out what has happened or end up being the next victim.
This is a cute (except for the murder part) paranormal cozy that will not tax your brain and leave a smile on your face. I love the vampire knitting circle. What a great concept! Easy to read with wonderful characters, I have a feeling this series is going to be entertaining and maybe have some romance since there are two potential suitors for Lucy. But I hope not too soon. She needs some space first. I will definitely be continuing with this series.
This is a vivid little book, as much a platform for the author’s musings on a variety of subjects as it is a travelogue. Grossman was a Jewish writer in the Soviet Union who had just had his masterwork confiscated by the authorities, when he traveled to Armenia to work on a “translation” of an Armenian novel. (He was actually cleaning up a literal translation into literary Russian, and did not in fact speak Armenian at all.) This short book is more essay collection than straight travel narrative; Grossman reflects on the landscape, on various people he meets and experiences he has, and on aspects of life in general that interest him.
At the beginning I enjoyed this book, appreciating the immediacy of Grossman’s writing and the thought-provoking subjects he touches on, but I found myself losing patience as I went on, and ultimately this book fell on the back burner.
Here’s an example of one of the passages that struck me, from a section in which Grossman wonders why the view of a beautiful lake doesn’t strike a chord of wonder within him:
For a particular scene to enter into a person and become part of their soul, it is evidently not enough that the scene be beautiful. The person also has to have something clear and beautiful present inside them. It is like a moment of shared love, of communion, of true meeting between a human being and the outer world.
The world was beautiful on that day. And Lake Sevan is one of the most beautiful places on earth. But there was nothing clear or good about me – and I had heard too many stories about the Minutka restaurant. After listening to the story of the lovesick princess, I asked, “But where’s the restaurant?”
. . . .
Or was it the thousands of paintings I had seen? Were they what poisoned my encounter with the high-altitude lake? We always think of the artist’s role as entirely positive; we think that a work of art, if it is anything more than a hack job, brings us closer to nature, that it deepens and enriches our being. We think that a work of art is some kind of key. But perhaps it is not? Perhaps, having already seen a hundred images of Lake Sevan, I thought that this hundred-and-first image was just one more routine product from a member of the Artists’ Union.
And here’s a passage that made me want to roll my eyes, thinking that the author puts altogether too much faith in his own feelings and perceptions:
But I repeat: there are many ways through which one can recognize that someone believes in God. It is not just a matter of words, but also of tones of voice, of the construction of sentences, of the look in a person’s eyes, in their gait, in their manner of eating and drinking. Believers can be sensed – and I did not sense any in Armenia.
What I did see were people carrying out rites. I saw pagans in whose good and kind hearts lived a god of kindness.
Why Grossman would think he could recognize Christianity from a person’s gait and syntax, of all things, especially cross-culturally, and why he is so confident in this ability that he can declare a country devoid of real Christians, I have no idea.
At any rate, this is a well-written little book that ranges over a wide variety of topics. Ultimately, I’d have liked it better if it had contained more about Armenia and less of the author’s pontification. But I did learn more about the country than I knew before, which was not much. (Judging from the selection of books shelved on Goodreads as “Armenia” – almost none of which are set there – I had the vague impression that the country had come into being only after the Armenian genocide. As it turns out, it is an ancient country with a long history and unique language.)
This series had a great prequel that spiked my interest. However, the first book was average for me. While I liked the writing, there were a few things that were predictable and annoying.
Secret dislikes of her werewolf half. She thinks of werewolves as "animals." Vampires are "primarily human in their behavior." So, when it turns out she is "soul-bonded" (yes, it's everyone's *favorite* trope/plot device: the love triangle!!) to 2 werewolves, I thought she accepted it too easily. (Rolls eyes). And Lucas is the Alpha of the East Coast pack with Desmond being his second. And Lucas is a billionaire.
Secret was also a born wolf. "A born wolf is a thing of legend among our people." She's also born royalty.
I didn't appreciate the cliffhanger ending. Nice development with Secret's mother Mercy.
In short, Secret is Super Special! The prequel was much better. This was average, not-so unique, and ho-hum.
Title : The Five
Author : Hallie Rubenhold
Genre: History ( true crime )
April 9 ,2019
Five devastating human stories and a dark and moving portrait of Victorian London—the untold lives of the women killed by Jack the Ripper.
Polly, Annie, Elizabeth, Catherine and Mary-Jane are famous for the same thing, though they never met. They came from Fleet Street, Knightsbridge, Wolverhampton, Sweden, and Wales. They wrote ballads, ran coffee houses, lived on country estates, they breathed ink-dust from printing presses and escaped people-traffickers.
What they had in common was the year of their murders: 1888. The person responsible was never identified, but the character created by the press to fill that gap has become far more famous than any of these five women.
For more than a century, newspapers have been keen to tell us that "the Ripper" preyed on prostitutes. Not only is this untrue, as historian Hallie Rubenhold has discovered, it has prevented the real stories of these fascinating women from being told. Now, in this devastating narrative of five lives, Rubenhold finally sets the record straight, revealing a world not just of Dickens and Queen Victoria, but of poverty, homelessness and rampant misogyny. They died because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time—but their greatest misfortune was to be born a woman.
My thoughts :
Would I recommend this ? yes but to only people who love to read stuff about Jack the Ripper and to ones who love to read about history
Would I read any thing else from this author? maybe
This book was different then I thought it was going to be , instead of just talking about the cases and Jack the Ripper , the author brings to life the 5 victims , their past and their present lives leading up to their deaths, the way England was doing that time, how people was looked down up on and treated , how families was broken up if and when they went in to the workhouse and how much people was paid especially the women of that time . She gives back the murder women their names , their dignity and reminds us that just because they was down on their luck , they was some one's mother , sister , and daughter and that they also deserved the protection that they didn't get .With that said I want to thank Netgalley for letting me read and review it exchange for my honest opinion.