Saturday, October 24, 2009

quotes#064756 As the earth turns silver

Wong adds this quote in her book at p194 -- and i like it too

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white - then melts for ever...
-- Robert Burns, Tam-o-Shanter

Friday, October 23, 2009


The Brightest Star in the Sky, by Marian Keyes, c. 2009 -- finished yesterday. Book started off fine but ending was ho-hum. -- wcl

As the Earth Turns Silver, by Alison Wong, c. 2009 -- Wellington, Chinese, in the early 1900s -- started last night (Fri) -- pcl

Friday, October 16, 2009


reading A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle, c. 1962

book reminds me of Carol, Ernie and Calvin Harris.

Monday, October 12, 2009

quotes#046255 Daisy's War

It was a time of replenishing the spirit and rebuilding the parts that had been damaged, and she would walk alone through the different seasons, thinking sometimes, at others trying not to. In summer there were apples and plums on the trees and the smell of the fruit made your mouth water, followed by the rustier yellow of the autumn sun complementing the oranges and reds of the trees, the hedgerows full of elderberries, brambles and rose-hips. Almost imperceptibly winter arrived,, bringing crystal-clear air one moment and snow blizzards the next, so that you couldn't see more than a few inches in front of you and the freezing wind blew through you. p194

[not stunning, but still like the imagery]

Sunday, October 11, 2009


heroine had to join WAAF bc raped by brother in law in own home - grrrr

Saturday, October 10, 2009


just started Daisy's War by Meg Henderson c. 2005 - wcl

my first Meg Henderson book; character Daisy Sheridan

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

quotes#373579 Chandler's Run

Moana's lovely face was without expression as she attended to Adam's needs, but there was pain in her heart, her dignity bruised. The wahine Pakeha had damaged her mana in the manner of her address to her. Wood was wood, wasn't it, whereever it was taken from. There was a longing in her now to be in her own home; to be with her hoa tane, but she knew she must stay until the wairua had left this ravaged body. The dark eyes filled with tears for her own mokemoketanga and then for the same loneliness that was to come for the pale woman. p188
[not spectacular but I enjoy seeing some Te Reo in my reading]

"I can't do all this, Daniel," she wailed. "I had no idea that a cow and hens would mean so much more work."
"Mama, there are three of us - Sarah is able to share in the daily tasks very well now. Between us we will manage until Papa comes home."
Lucy looked at her boy. Not yet thirteen, he was a pillar of strength and so sensible. She felt a little ashamed in the face of his sturdy optimism. "Of course, you are right, Daniel. It's simply a matter of arranging each day a little differently and getting used to these new tasks." p142
[reminder to me -- use of positive thinking]

by Denise Muir, c. 2008 -- bc7520787

Monday, October 05, 2009

quotes#962137 Neat Vodka

"Look. Snow," he said, so we looked. The whole night sky was thick with fat, lazy flakes.
Even in the middle of this unsavoury story it was magical and everyone around the table
was six years old again, gazing out at the first real snow of winter. Something about Russia seems to put life in to perspective. Something here makes you stop looking in and makes you look out. Maybe it really is just the same. p158

[by Anna Blundy, c. 2006; lcl - quote not profound, but worth thinking about]

Saturday, October 03, 2009

quotes#115666 The Message

Moving on is not about filling your life with new things. It is about resolving issues and finding new paths. And it is also about valuing and putting into proper perspective what you used to have in your life. p115

The most common question I'm asked is: 'What does the afterlife look like?'
I am always wary of ansering this question. This is partly because, even if I had been given a clear vision of what it is like, to do so would give people a fixed definition of something that is highly personal. This would, I believe, inhibit their ability to grow personally and spiritually. So my reply is always the same. I'm not capable of seeing eternity and nor is anybody. I can only tell you what I've seen. And what I've seen is an environment which reflects what people want their afterlife to look like. p101

[by Colin Fry, c. 2009 lcl]

Thursday, October 01, 2009

quotes#286585 The Children's Writer

Sometimes this happened when I was at St Finbar's, all those years ago. I remember Father Stevn, who was young and earnest, giving us boys sermons about 'Keeping the Faith, and 'The Temptations of the Devil'. St Finbar's was not a rich school, but it did have a stone chapel, which was vaulted and cool, and I would kick off my shoes and put my fett flat on the stone floor to feel the cool creep up through my socks. I would sit alone, off to one side, so chapel could be my dreaming time. p58

I was twenty-three and studying Literature at Uni. Lootie was even younger, just nineteen, and in her first year of Education. I wanted to be a writer, she a teacher. We rented a shabby terrace in Elm St, North Melbourne. We owned a bed, a table, two chairs, a sofa and hundreds of books... p2
[not particularly quotable but I like the concept portrayed in the last sentence]