“A sloping roof of cold, corrugated iron, above the sliding, brownish waters of the river Cherwell and beneath the stark boughs of a willow, might not appeal to a sane adult human being as an ideal resort at four o’clock on a gloomy January afternoon.”
~ Death on the Cherwell by Mavis Doriel Hay
“Like many later visitors to New York, the first European settlers made their way to the Bowery.”
~ The Bowery: the Strange History of New York’s Oldest Street by Stephen Paul DeVillo
“When Salma peers into her daughter’s coffee cup, she knows instantly she must lie.”
~ Salt Houses by Hala Alyan
“Bruno Courréges, chief of police of the small French town of St. Denis, awoke a few seconds before six, just last he dawn was breaking.”
~ The Templars’ Last Secret by Martin Walker
“Vanessa dreams she is a grown woman, heavy with flesh and care.”
~ Gather the Daughters by Jennie Melamed
This weeks Old But Not Forgotten title is The Golden Tulip by Rosalind Laker.
An historical novel recreating the golden age of Dutch art. Johannes Vermeer, is the teacher, Francesca is the student. Pieter van Doorne, a tulip merchant the love interest. Will Francesca be able to follow her heart and her talent? What happens to Pieter as the tulip craze hits.
Read The Golden Tulip and compare it to Girl With a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier.
This weeks Old But Not Forgotten book is by an Australian writer.
The Idea of Perfection by Kate Grenville. Set in a town with a fun name – Karakarook – it follows the story of two people who find what they didn’t think they were looking for (as is usually the case) – Love.
Opposites attract – Harley Savage, part-time museum curator, 3 failed marriages and a heart condition goes to Karakarook to help build a heritage museum. Douglas Cheeseman a gawky engineer is there to demolish a bridge. Once there who knows where things will lead.
Kate Grenville writes wonderful characters and descriptions. You feel a part of the places she describes and the characters are quirky but real.
The Traveller by Maya Angelou
Byways and bygone
And lone nights long
Sun rays and sea waves
And star and stone
Manless and friendless
No cave my home
This is my torture
My long nights, lone