I have lots of new books, including Stephen King’s, “It”. Dan Rather’s, “What Unites Us”. A book about Leonardo da Vinci. Another book about the... moreI have lots of new books, including Stephen King’s, “It”. Dan Rather’s, “What Unites Us”. A book about Leonardo da Vinci. Another book about the Crusades. Lots of stuff about Renaissance art.
Eg: a woman turning into a pillar of salt; a coach turning into a pumpkin (Cinderella)Little Red Riding Hood conversation with a talking wolf; Eve having conversation with a talking snake
I think for me it's been Donald Harington... I have been reading his books now since 2014 apparently, (I looked up when I bought the first book) and the thing is.... I just cannot ... moreI think for me it's been Donald Harington... I have been reading his books now since 2014 apparently, (I looked up when I bought the first book) and the thing is.... I just cannot understand why everyone's not shouting his name from the rooftops! In case anyone's unfamiliar with his work he is an American author, who writes, mostly fictionally, about a (mostly) fictional town in the Ozarks. We hear about Steinbeck... and others...but not Harington... odd because imo he's truly the most talented and imaginative author I have ever encountered and, dare I say it, that includes my favourites Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett. I feel like part of me resides in the Ozarks.. well my mind does... and that's quite a feat really when you think about it - that a Brit who has never seen, nor experienced that territory almost feels as though part of it resides within. So what books/authors have gripped you in such a way? less
From alien realm these monstrous maggots creep
Their grim empyrean transits while we sleep,
To murder and to maim their helpless foe
Slumbering innocently far below.... moreFrom alien realm these monstrous maggots creep
Their grim empyrean transits while we sleep,
To murder and to maim their helpless foe
Slumbering innocently far below.
They skulk across the town with engines stilled,
Yet this night’s mission shall go unfulfilled -
Though silent and unseen, we know they’re there.
Hark! Now! Our lads wreak vengeance in the air!
Into my heart on air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I ... moreInto my heart on air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.
What might have happened in the intervening years to have made such a difference? My reading habits hadn't changed significantly; and 10 years in 68 isn't such a significant chunk ... moreWhat might have happened in the intervening years to have made such a difference? My reading habits hadn't changed significantly; and 10 years in 68 isn't such a significant chunk of my life either.
Any thoughts?
Hearts thump and picks and shovels poise; transfixed, we stare in awe,
For, glowering in uncharted realm, within that musty maw;
A ravaged, long-lost citadel - appalling to the sig... moreHearts thump and picks and shovels poise; transfixed, we stare in awe,
For, glowering in uncharted realm, within that musty maw;
A ravaged, long-lost citadel - appalling to the sight;
Eroded stone and sun-baked clay mired in primordial night.
Its guardians stir, incensed thus rudely waked from timeless sleep;
And yawn and stretch, and heel-to-toe, start from the gloomy deep;
An eerie file of mythic beasts lured from their hoary den,
Like night-moths to the lamplight, by this sunlit world of men.
