I really loved this book by Julia Drosten. I was wondering at first but it drew me right in. I am an adventurer so the Moroccan setting and historical elements were right up my alley. I grew to really love and identify with all the characters. I just hate that it took so long for Sibylla and Andre to get together. There were a few awkward time jumps early on but the story line and back stories filled in the gaps. It was a story of the strength of women being able to overcome adversity and the lengths a mother will go to protect her children. It was a love story old as time that lasted a lifetime. It was also one in which good writing let us know that sexual things were happening without being course or vulgar. Very good book! Adventure, love, villains and culture all rolled into one great story!
The day was sticky and warm with summer licking at the heels of spring.
Licking at its heels in an effort to push spring out before the birthing of spring flowers was complete.
The windows were down yet the wind outside was warm and fetid.
It lacked the slight hint of salt found near the local marshes.
It lacked the coolness that caressed my cheek as it blew in off the harbor.
It lacked the earthy perfume of pluff mud so frequently fraganting the low country air.
With the forward motion of the car, came the backwards motion of my hair.
Slicked back by the wind and removing any hint of curls, the wind blew through it like water running through a colander.
My car was not a convertible but if you closed your eyes and held your head just right, you could also think you were in one.
I sped my way to water.
I sped my way to the sea.
I sped my way to sea breezes, the only thing to comfort me.
I jumped out into a wind that was cooling and fresh.
The roar was constant in my ears at it blew in off the sea.
Sweat dried leaving salty patches on my skin.
The day ebbed and the sky grew dim.
The wind still blew and I basked in it.
Basked until I grew cold and wanted to go in.
Yet, I stayed and took the blowing wind in.
I stayed till the moon smiled at me.
I stayed till the goosebumps went away and my skin cooled to the touch.
I stayed till I memorized the sound of the wind in my ears.
I will need to sleep tonight, to relive the evening cool.
To relive the wind sweetly kissing my cheeks with faint wisps of salty brine.
My eyes will close and I will be adrift on waves of cool breezes.
This week has been a doozy. First of all I bracket it all with the new word that has swept the entire world…covfefe. I needed this word and I’m glad it now exists through the ignorance of our president. It fits so many things and can be applied in so may ways.
My Memorial Day weekend was low key. Just what I needed. I did make it to one Piccolo Spoleto event. It was awesome. It was the night performance in the Organ Recital Series. Bach and Vivaldi….you can’t go wrong with my favorite classical composers. Other outings were planned but did not materialize. In its stead I stayed home and rested, cooked and clean up a bit. I also read books. I finished four books over the weekend. Sometimes staying home is the better option and it felt good.
Covfefe in all its infinite glory was released upon the world in a late night, rambling tweet. I have tried to used it almost daily and it is always the right fit. When I heard about the fact that the new administration has not named people for permanent positons for the head of FEMA or the NWS, I was just a little livid. We live on the coast and hurricane season has officially started for our state. If we have a major storm I can only see a trump disaster of covfefe proportions.
A small joy in my attempts at creativity has happened at work. Two of my pictures of indigenous Mayan Indians that I took when I was in Guatemala were chosen to be part of an art exhibit called Face Off. Seeing your work as part of a juried show is filled with glittery, happy covfefe!
When life is rolling along all of a sudden things can turn on a dime. We go word that one of our students at work passed away. Tragic for a young life to be silenced forever. Prayers for that family and the friends who knew him. That was a load of covfefe!
Then the whole Kathy Griffin bloody mask picture happened. It sure has been a lot of to do about nothing. Where was all the outrage and hate toward the people who did the same and even worse to President Obama? Such double standards.
You would think that covfefe was enough for one week. NOOOooooo, It was not! We all learned that our country is now one of three countries who are not part of caring for our planet. We have been removed from the Paris Climate Accord. No real reason. Regardless of the words said, it seems the actions indicate that everything that Obama tried to do, trump is trying to undo. His legacy will not be one of doing great things for America. Instead it will be simply trying to undercut all things his predecessor did due to jealousy and racism. That is no legacy. America is now the laughing stock of the world. Pure covfefe.
Comedy has marked the week as well. It started off with lots of versions of the rompers for men. What a craze! I’ve seen rompers for gansta’ men, country men, medical professionals and others. Just crazy. Today I saw the next new thing for men. Lace shorts! Really! No manly man will wear these. This is just covfefe in its’ purest form.
I just can’t. Each day there is more covfefe. I keep thinking that Washington will calm down and that what happened yesterday or the day before can in no way be topped. I am wrong every time! Each day is a brand new day for Covfefe!
I just joined Net Galley! I’m looking forward to reviewing more books! I’m Excited!
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Good story. Thought it was gong to read less like a story a s be more autobiographical. This was a riveting story. It was hard to read that she had no option but to give up her first three children. They were cared for but it was bittersweet. Relationships. Sometimes you are trapped because the person you are in a relationship with comes with unknown drama and family drama that you never see until you are in the thick of it. Well told story of a mother and how she overcame and endured much for the sake of her children. .
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Everything We Keep by Kerry Lonsdale. Well, this book was a little disappointing. It has some plot scenarios that drew me in but some of the story line was predictable and other parts seemed a little far fetched. It was an easy weekend read. The ending had a twist but if you read psychological thrillers you kind of knew that was coming. The writing was a little over the top in some places but I did make it to the end. I was tempted to stop reading and come back to it later but I finished it. Meh!
Bright Side by Kim Holden. This book was very good. The characters were developed enough to make me care about them. In my mind the voice of Bright Side sounded just like Max from 2 Broke Girls. Dude! That was a bit tiring. Everything I read I heard in that voice. But eventually I grew to really like her and as the other characters were developed that annoying voice in my head went away. There was a little too much tragedy. Granted it did make me cry and laugh, it was a lot of tragedy. I was hoping for a happier ending instead of a dead. I realized it is part of a series. I am not sure I will read on but this first book was well done. Overall a good read.
The Vines by Christopher Rice was quite a story. #amreading #amwriting #writerslife It was a yarn that stretched over centuries. When I think of all the horror books I have read there were similarities to others, like children of the Corn, The Plant and others. It was entertaining. It did keep my attention and the surprise at the end is the very last line. I will not give it away but it was a surprise! Nice ending , all tied up with a bow!