Book club book review

I love a book with an intriguing cover.
Miss Peregrines home for peculiar children by Ransom Riggs (surely that is not a real name?) was a delicious read. 

The story is told around a series of vintage black and white photos. The inclusion of these images is intriguing and although aimed at the young adult market I really enjoyed this read, and the journey it took me on.

It’s about personal identity, belonging and celebrating differences. Oh and adventure and a good dose of magical fantasy!

Time out baby! Time out!

Snce I left the Facebook realm recently, I have been exploring the blog world. I have to say…how do they do it? How do they find the time? Some blogs are absolutely extraordinary, detailed and prolific! Do these people ever stop? Or am I just an incredible time waster? I have realised the randomness of anything  I post. I recall hearing a fashion blogger condescendingly claim that her blog was a “stream of conscience thought!” Never got to see the blog, but I remembered that statement. The blogs I have seen are like massive websites, full, updated variety plus! It’s a whole event! Beautiful pictures (don’t get me started on copyright!!! (Sorry Edina and Pats!))

So I’m saying to myself really, that it doesn’t matter how good your blog is, how many followers, and I pity mine! (such loyal friends) there is so much out there already. I’m just polluting the cyber dome!  But that’s okay, because my blog is for me! Just for me! But hats off the the mega bloggers who have thousands of followers. Good luck to you, great business! And thanks for all the tips! 

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The Glamorous Housewife
 

times up!

The Ultimate Connection

The joy of a good book is indeed a comforting thing. My fiction reading over the last say 2 years has been sporadic at best. There was a lot going on and I pushed my reading away like a child abandons a favoured toy, only to return some time later and be filled with the incredible comfort of the reconnection.
I have read in this time, but not connected. I grieved for it, but now I think I have found my love again. And what a great love it is.