The story inside my bag
I have been thinking of doing one of these posts for a very long time. I do find them fascinating, and I know I am not the only one. Now that Angie posted her thoughts about her bag and its…
I have been thinking of doing one of these posts for a very long time. I do find them fascinating, and I know I am not the only one. Now that Angie posted her thoughts about her bag and its…
Things come up to upset me lately and I have moments when I need to speak against them. I am usually a little coward and prefer to sit in the back, in the dark, in the shadows. Unless I am…
Liane de Pougy was one of Paris’s most famous courtesans. She was famous and rich. Men were putting at her feet millions of francs worth of jewelry, on a whim. She married Romanian Prince George Ghica when she was fourty-one,…
I remember the frightening weekend nights from a distant adolescence back in Romania, unable to move from in front of the TV where I watched paralyzed with horror a series of enthralling adaptations from Ray Bradbury’s stories. But apart from that, I cannot say that I am a big fan of the “weird tales” genre. Yet, how could I resist a book called Zen in the Art of Writing?I read this book with very conflicting feelings. I started with “I think I read this book before”, went through “Wow, it’s beautiful to have this all confirmed” and through “What the hell, the afterlife is too depressing”, finally settling…
I read this book, all the way amazed by the vitality of the writing, all the way trying to label it, to encase it in some sort of genre. I have decided to call this idealist realism. No, they are…
This book made a great impact on me. Like a few others before it, this came in my life at exactly the right moment: when I needed it, when I was prepared for the lesson.
The moment I encountered Fiona Robyn’s blog, I was enthralled. I go there often for a quick refreshing moment of awareness in front of a small but wisdom-filled detail of daily life.I find myself conflicted about this book. I wanted quite badly to “connect” with it and that didn’t happen. There are people who report to experience a physical sensation from the moment they touch this book, which is one aspect…
This might very well be the last Paulo Coelho book I ever read. How sad is that? Again I have to wonder: is it me or is it Coelho? One of us is definitely not the same. I find it…
I have been fascinated by this book all throughout the Christmas vacation. The story is what kept me spellbound here and I don’t want to discuss the writing which seemed to me simply all right, professional and without major flaws. I was not expecting anything spectacular. It is not something that one would read line by line. At least not me. It’s a long book with a ton of repetitions. But it is captivating, nonetheless.
So I was in this mood to read writers’ biographies. Women writers, to be more exact. As I was sitting in the children’s section of the library, and my daughter was making a mess of all the toys out there, I grabbed a computer and started to do some research. I filled up five small pieces of paper I had found around (announcing a Halloween movie showing at the library) with titles and when the child was ready to go, we passed through the non-fiction room and picked out two books. One was Pagan Time and the other Kitchen Privileges. I did not achieve much of what I was expecting with none of these books. Pagan Time is a book about a child who grows up in a commune. The fact that the child becomes a writer at some point in her life is irrelevant for the story (if you don’t consider the aspect that the child-now-writer actually wrote this book). Kitchen Privileges is simply not such a great book.