Over the spring and summer this year, I read quite a few books. Most of them brilliant, I have decided that if I get too bored I don’t continue right away. I still give the book a second chance later on, because sometimes it’s not the book but my mindset, the weather, distractions or not being keen on the genre or style at a given moment. I read in my three languages from traditional as well as self-published authors, and I stumbled across mistakes of all nature. Continue reading “A question for authors”
Weekend Coffee Share on a Birthday Weekend with a chat about books, blogging, friends and other things
If we were having coffee today (Saturday) then maybe we would have met up in the park this morning, it looks like rain now so I guess this afternoon you’d pay a visit to my humble home. If we’d decide to meet up tomorrow (Sunday) then you may join us for some birthday cake or on a Paris family outing (probably Palais Royal)… Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share 19/08/2017”
I have been a bit absent from blogging over the last few days. I was traveling over the weekend, this means that I will be doing some travel posts soon.
Yesterday morning, I opened my letter box and found a marvellous surprise, a small parcel. Without opening it I already knew what was inside and could not stop smiling. Deborah Bryant had send me her book The Monster’s Daughter. She dedicated it to me with such sweet words, authors’ inscriptions are the best. Currently I am reading a different book, but I will probably pick up hers after that. Today, Deborah made me smile again. She had written a post about who she is, entitled I am, inspired by my post Who am I? Up to now, 4 bloggers have linked back to my initial post, I think that’s worth quite a few smiles… I hope that more and more people will join. Continue reading “A Book and An Angel – #weeklysmile”
I opened an old children’s book of mine, my eyes lingered on the golden handwriting, it was dedicated to me by my grandparents as I knew everything about fairies and elves. I smiled, I did not in the slightest remember the book and even less that it had been a present by my grandparents.
How often do I forget who gifted me a book? Sometimes this doubt installs itself quicker than I’d like. Now 4 weeks after Christmas, do I still know who gave me what book? The truth be told, no I don’t. For some books I am not even sure if they are for S or for myself, so who gave them to us exactly makes it even harder. Especially on occasions such as Christmas and birthdays one can sometimes receive piles of books, and by the end of the day we no longer know who gave us which book. Do you know who gave you which book? Probably not, unless… Continue reading “The Other Writing In Books”
Wandering through a book
As little one and I had joined my parents in Austria, for a bit more than a week this August, we lived through many different adventures. Today it is time to share another episode with you.
On my birthday, after unwrapping presents and saying good morning to the happy pigs, we (my mother, my daughter, and my sister who joined us the day before) got into the car to join my dad in Floiten. He was courageous and had cycled there to join us on a hike, only to cycle back afterwards.
Floitental is a little valley located in the Zillertal near Mayerhofen. Its scenery is marked by rough weather and impressive natural beauty. Everywhere there were my eyes fell on rocks, rough rocks and nicely rounded ones. Both types had in the past come down the mountains during winters riddled with ice and snow. Now in the summer, and with clouds embracing the mountain tops, there was no ice to be seen. There probably was some ice somewhere, after all a few days prior, I had been able to lay my eyes on a thin glacier belt up high in the distant mountains. Continue reading “Wandering through a book”