Friday, 31 July 2015
Thursday, 30 July 2015
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
The conclusion to the 'Land of the Long White Cloud' Family saga by Sarah Lark. Although I have to admit I took the easy way out and listened to the audio version that came along with my Kindle Unlimited copy.
I had at first thought that it was an electronic voice, but realised eventually that this was an incorrect impression. There were little things with it that I found annoying, such as 'said' pronounced 'sad' and sometimes no the correct intonation. However, on the whole it was enjoyable, and meant that I could bust through it quite quickly.
As far as the writing was concerned, it was probably the most harrowing of the three books. Although with the writing of Miss Lark I do find that whilst it's generally a good story told fairly well, the characters lack a little in texture and depth.
I do believe, however, that they are translations, and am perfectly willing to accept that this be a consequence of not reading it in the original, and thus authentic, voice of the writer themselves.
Apart from that I haven't any real criticism; thus, 4 star rating.
Tuesday, 28 July 2015
can often form what you find pleasing as an adult, such as this house:
This house is pleasing in so many ways, in fact it fits the almost to the letter the ideal of the place to live. It needs a Victorian Wooden Conservatory with a patterned tiled floor to the left-hand side, but apart from that it's perfect.
Close to the church with the bells ringing on a late summer evening, the heady smell of Coxes Orange Pippin Apples and a tough naughty pony trotting by.
That could well be because it actually is the house I remember from my childhood, minus the Victorian Conservatory that seems to have gone now.
Sunday, 26 July 2015
My Rating 4 out of 5
This is the second book in the saga of 'Land of the Long White Cloud'
Overall, it was really enjoyable and the characters stories moved on. At times though, it is a little mechanical and lacking texture, but it could well be that its a translation of the original.
That having been said, it's still well worth a read, and I have just downloaded the third book in the series.
There was probably the odd mistake in there too, but I'm so pleased to be back reading for pleasure again after my degree module last year has taken up so much of my time with all the academic reading I needed to do.
I have cracked and gone down the Kindle Unlimited route, and am looking forward to taking advantage of the audio track. At least this way I can listen to it at work and not feel I am drowning in an academic sea.
Have a good day, and happy reading.
Friday, 24 July 2015
I had a go at the Vanessa Feltz Philological Challenge this week. It's an interesting to generate a prompt for free writing. Unfortunately, I only had time to get it in to the Show's email late yesterday.
The idea is you have 4 'Words of the Day' and have to weave them into a short text. Here's my humble effort:
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Isabella ducked laughing though the door of the Mirador to escape the rain. The air was cooler inside she noticed. As she climbed the winding stair treads, her feet seemed to echo out her anticipation.
As she gained the terrace at the top the rain pattered out a paradiddle above on the warmed terracotta roof. Standing before her stood a man; he was dark as sin, and twice as delicious. He was framed by the setting sun and magenta blooms heavy with their summer fragrance.
Just below she could just glimpse frothing sea horses dancing either side of the isthmus in the fiery glow of the day’s and his ship laying silent and quiet now they had delivered the Master home safe.
Holding out his hand he smiled wolfishly and grabbed her. The force of his eagerness caused her breath to stop for the briefest of moments. A polyphony of musical butterflies took flight in her very core as if joining them both to the music of the beating rain. She felt the heavy lace of Richardo’s jabot against her cheek for a short heartbeat. His smell of sandalwood and citrus set her senses further skittering as he pulled her silken tresses backwards to reveal her heart-shaped faced. He dipped his head and claimed his prize, his love, his life with a searing kiss.
(c) Freya Thorne
24th July 2015
All Rights Reserved
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I love little challenges like that, because they are quick to do, and fun to work with. I even managed to cram in 'polyphony' which was a word from a previous challenge.
Have a happy day.
Thursday, 23 July 2015
I thought I'd share some of my scribblings here on the blog ..., Toodles Book Club has kindly let me move in as a roomie until I get a home of my own.
First though, let me introduce myself.
I'm Freya Thorne and am undertaking the A215 Creative Writing Module with this Open University this coming academic year in the hope that it will kick start the many novels hanging around in my head. My favourite genre is historical romance, but it's going to be all about extending myself with this module, and so it could well be anything from crime to chicklit to poetry that will be coming to a keyboard during my year.
Some of my free writing I can share, and some has to wait until the module has finished. I'll also try to share extracts from the novel as I go along.
A writer's lot is not always a happy one with words sometimes insisting on being dragged slowly and painfully from the depths, and at other times springing fully formed with no apparent assistance from me ... hopefully it will be an entertaining journey.