Anyone who knows me well that I love period dramas like a little boy loves cake. It’s a poor simile, I know, but that’s what I can think of right now. But if there’s any specific period that interests me, it’s the late nineteenth century, up to the end of the Second World War. And I enjoy reading about that period, too. There were books that I wanted to buy and am saving up for, but recently, I have found the top three that I really wanted to buy, and I can read them for free. Where else? Scribd, of course. Sure, I pay for a subscription, but it’s a perk of said subscription, so it’s all good.
This is the last of the three books I have read during the three-month quarantine that I am reviewing. As well, it would be the last non-academic reading material I will be engaging in as school will start in two weeks! I have to admit though that I am quite excited about going back to school, online, or otherwise. The American Duchess is not the first book I have read from Karen Harper’s work. It was engaging, and the marketing tagline was “Before there was Meghan Markle, there was Consuelo Vanderbilt.” As I was fascinated by the lives of those “Million Dollar American Princesses”, I was overjoyed to find the book in Scribd, of all places.
Reading a good book is something like eating your favourite meal: you want to savour every bite, wanting it to last longer. That’s exactly how I felt when I read Eva Rice’s The Misinterpretation of Tara Jupp. The Misinterpretation of Tara Jupp Eva Rice 2013, Heron Books 583 pages Summary In this novel, we get to meet Tara Jupp, a seventeen-year-old girl living in 1960s Britain. A minister’s daughter living in Cornwall, she lives with her father and her many siblings.
It’s been almost a month since I last updated this blog. I haven’t been in a good mental frame for the past few weeks. Maybe I’ll write about it soon when I get things (i.e., my research proposal) in order. And I hope I get to do that soon.
In which I attempt to make cottage pie that isn’t even a real cottage pie, and an apple tart. Hola amigos and amigas! I’m back. Looks like our cherished dream of going back to normal isn’t going to happen anytime soon. We’re still cooped up inside our homes, trying not to get crazy, trying not to get sick. But hey! We all make our own good times. Yes, cooking now counts as a “good time”. Why not? Who doesn’t like to eat healthy, nutritious tasty food that’s not processed food? Yeah, that’s my family! For the past few weeks, we’ve been donning our imaginary chef’s toque, whipping up dishes we’ve never eaten in a long, long time, or yes, for the first time, even. But more on that, later.
How are you all doing? Hope you are doing well! It’s been ages since I’ve written a book review–I’ve been reading a lot of books but I haven’t put pen to paper. Or rather, in this case, fingertips to keyboard with regard to how I feel about them! I’m going to review one of my favourite author’s little known work. Reading Lucy Maud (LM) Montgomery’s work is always a treat. I’ve fallen in love with Anne of Green Gables as a little girl. In many ways, I related to Anne Shirley. I still do, actually. While I have many good friends and I love them dearly, there’s only a few with whom I have the same wavelength–I share her viewpoint in having a friend that’s also a ‘kindred spirit’. I still read the books in the series because there’s something about worth revisiting in Anne Shirley’s world: She never changes who she is, and she does her own thing. For those who have never read the series at all–IT IS NEVER TOO LATE. It’s totally worth …