Discovering June Francis

It all started off quite innocently.  I happened to like the cover of this book.  I took it off the library shelf.  And amazingly... it was a really good read!                                                                                        

It's one of those comfy books that tells the story of ordinary people.  Very reminiscent actually of Catherine Cookson's style of writing.  It's set in 1952 post-World War II Lancashire and Liverpool.  It tells the story of Emma Booth, orphaned and brought up by her grandparents.  After the death of both her grandparents, while clearing out a few things, Emma comes across a letter that reveals a long hidden secret that she has a half sister in Liverpool... and the story is off and running!                                                               

Interested in perhaps finding more June Francis books for my summer reading, I was not disappointed! I'm presently enjoying the beginning of an entire series which follows the same family from 1911 - 1955.

Summer reading... I look forward to it each year! 

My Passion For Design

It's been absolute AGES since I've shown you what I've been reading!  Margaret, you are a treasure... I thank you so much for sharing with everyone the books that you have been reading lately, I thoroughly enjoyed swapping books with your Jill before Christmas, the biography of the life of Beatrix Potter was inspiring... as a result I have begun painting water colours with Makenna and although we have our own individual styles I'd like to think that a little of Beatrix Potter's techniques are coming through!

I recently read through Barbra Streisand's first book, "My Passion for Design".  I know that you are not supposed to judge a book by it's cover, however, I fully admit to the practice of being drawn to books, based on their covers, for years!  I just loved the French Blue mixed with the warmer tones on the front of this particular book and as I am anticipating incorporating these hues into our home over the next year, it was an easy pick.

This woman has an eye for detail and a love for architecture as well as an appreciation for lines and continuity, although honestly, after reading the book through I really believe that she has a touch of decorating schizophrenia... she seems almost fragmented in her tastes.  Which honestly, could describe me as well I suppose.  The difference is, that she has 3 homes on the same property that reflect her different styles!  There is the Main House that has a more formal feel. The Barn which has a more rustic, laid back feel, and her Grandma House which is very homespun with plenty of quilts and chippy furniture.  There is also a mill house on the property that has a fully working and operational water wheel.  The Barn House looks like a barn in the front, yet the back is styled in a Cap Cod fashion, white and black with masses of windows that look over the sloping green and expansive waters of Malibu.

Her basement was originally set aside for storing all the antiques that she has collected over the years, however, she decided to actually create a cobblestoned street of shops, like a museum to showcase her items.  There is a China Shop, a Country Store, an Antique Doll Shop called Bee's, an Antique Clothing Store that houses many of the costumes from her movies and appearances... and it goes on and on and ....

It's nice to know that she has a Movie Room with a 17 foot wide screen that descends from a hidden compartment in the ceiling and that her cook makes her spelt pancakes every morning smothered in pure maple syrup... but really, apart from the fun of peeking into someone elses home(s).... I just really loved the French Blue mixed with the warmer tones on the front cover.

Now, where are those paint chips?.......

Shrewbettina's Birthday

A Mother's Hope... A Daughter's Dream

I was in the mood for a good read... my friend Linda lent me two books written by Francine Rivers.  I had myself two good reads.

The first novel begins in Switzerland with the story of Marta, who leaves Switzerland behind in the hopes of escaping a difficult childhood and the threat of a dreary future existence.  Marta's story is one of sheer determination and ambition, mostly fuelled by fear, anger, pain and heartache.  Her story takes her to Canada, where she marries, and then to the Central Valley of California.  Marta has three children, but it is her daughter, Hildemara on whom Marta places her ambition and hopes.

We see Hildemara's story develop from infancy to young womanhood, she too marries and has a daughter... Carolyn.  The two novels then begin to merge as we see Carolyn's story come to the fore and as she herself has a daughter... May Flower Dawn.  May Flower Dawn also has a story to tell.

Ultimately, these two books speak to the complexity of the human heart, of misunderstanding the motives, desires and actions of others and the need to forgive and also the need to receive forgiveness.  The interwoven threads of each life also highlight the need within every one of us, to know that we are loved, unconditionally, and of the importance of allowing our children, and others, to be who God created them to be.  These novels are pure fiction, yet I believe that we could all see part of ourselves written upon their pages... 

Catherine Cookson

I have just re-discovered Catherine Cookson!  After so many disappointing, and short starts on books, finally I have come across and author that I can truly enjoy.  Catherine Cookson was actually one of my Auntie Annie's favorite authors and I think she would be pleased at my deep plunge and foray into these wonderful stories.

Years ago I had read 'Our Kate' which was basically an autobiographical account of Catherine's own life.  She was born to her unwed mother in 1906 in Tyne Dock, England, an acutely poverty stricken area, and where she was raised by her grandparents, believing her mother to be her older sister.  At the time that I read 'Our Kate' I had no idea that Catherine Cookson had actually written 104 books - looks like I have hours of pleasurable reading ahead of me yet! 

I have begun my re-acquaintence with Cookson by reading 'The Fifteen Streets', 'Hamilton' and have just today finished 'Kate Hannigan.  Apparently the library called and there is another book awaiting me... wonderful!

Catch Up On Reading

I actually read this book 'Confections of a Closet Master Baker' back in May, but I never did post it because the title could be taken as being a little bit 'naughty'.  To my great delight, this book has been re-named 'My Life from Scratch' and I am much more comfortable posting about it  knowing that the chances of offending anyone has been greatly decreased!  

This book is written by Gesine Bullock-Prado, the sister of Sandra Bullock, and there is nothing even remotely naughty about it, other than the title.  In a nutshell, it is basically about Gesine leaving the Hollywood lifestyle behind (production assistant) and following her love and her dream of becoming a master baker.  I enjoyed her voice as she shared her obvious love of baking and her creativity and I applaud her for following her dream.  She actually has a blog that I have enjoyed peeking into from time to time.

In June I read 'The Help', by Kathryn Stockett.  It is a story set during the turbulent 1960's in the deep South, which centres mainly around the black female servants, and the white women that they served.  It is a story of those that are fearful of change and those that are striving towards it.  It astounds me that at a time when blacks were segregated, and the white's were fearful of their 'black diseases', that it was the blacks that were cleaning the white peoples homes, raising their children, cooking their meals, doing their laundry and serving at their tables.  The characters in this book were full and deep and as it was written in the voices of each character, it gave a well rounded vision of both sides, black and white.

'Any Known Blood' was my first pick in July.  The name of the author is what drew me to it as it sat on the library shelf; Lawrence Hill is the same author that wrote The Book of Negroes and so I was sure that this was going to be a worthwhile read... it was not. 

I decided to go back to Maeve Binchy, the Irish author.  I enjoyed so much 'A Circle of Friends' and her other books.  So I've read 'Whitethorn Woods' and 'Heart and Soul' this month and I could hardly believe how disappointed I was!  Heart and Soul was by far the worst, jumping all over the place and bringing in characters from previous books.  I found it disjointed and kind of predictable.

It is such a pleasure when I come upon a well written and lovely book, I even find that returning to a much loved story and reading it again to be just as enjoyable as the first time.  One book that I am thinking of reading is 'Les Miserables' as the underlying theme of redemption I find utterly compelling.

The Secret Garden

Last week we had quite a bout of rain, and as I had a few days to spend at home, I decided to snuggle up with my newly crocheted afghan and a warm 'cuppa'.  I gathered them up and headed over to the big, soft chair outside on the deck overlooking the garden, and while listening to the rain come down, and the birds chirping, re-read for the 'too many times to count' book, "The Secret Garden".

I first read this book, written by Frances Hodgson Burnett and set in the Yorkshire moors of England, as a young girl of nine, and have continued to read it, numerous times, throughout every decade of my life.  Now, as a grandmother I am still reading it and enjoying it, just as much, if not more, that all the other times before.

There are many reasons as to why this story has resonated with me all these years... and if you know me at all, and have read this book, you will probably, very quickly, know why!  As a young girl I did not know of the deeper Truth that lay hidden within it's pages, but my heart found such joy in The Secret Garden of the story and in the transformation that slowly took place in it, and in the characters of the story.  Perhaps now, what stands out most is the message of Beautiful Life in the midst of death, Glorious Light in the midst of darkness, Amazing Hope in the face of despair and how all of creation points to Life, points to Light.  And how Life and Light bring, Hope.

Towards the end of the book the children are gathered together, along with the gardener, in the midst of the Secret Garden.  One of the children was so full of joy he exclaimed, "I'm well! I'm well!  I feel - I feel as if I want to shout out something - something thankful, joyful!"  The gardener suggested that perhaps the Doxology would be in order.  One of the other children exclaimed, "They sing it i' church.  Mother says she believes th' skylarks sings it when they gets up i' th' mornin'."  And so they began to sing,

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;

Praise Him, all creatures here below;

Praise Him above, ye Heavenly Host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Praise Him indeed.  

As I finished reading the Secret Garden, yet again, I looked up and out over my own garden - I watched the droplets of rain fall and the leaves quiver under their gentle tap-tap-tapping.  I glanced over at the plum tree and saw the Mama Robin sitting on her nest keeping her babies warm and dry.  I listened to the sounds of nature all around me, an orchestra composed of the gently drumming of the rain,  the trills and chirps and throaty warblings of the birds, the impatient tut-tutting of squirrels and the rustling of leaves when the wind picked up - an orchestra that does not wait until I show up to begin playing, but which plays continuously, whether anyone is listening or not.  An orchestra that gently invites me, upon my arrival, to stop for a while and enjoy being a part of it all.

It was my joy to sit amidst this bounty and praise God, the Creator of all creation, the One from Whom all blessings flow - and to thank Him, for the continual work that He does, in The Secret Garden... of my heart.

A Girl Made of Dust

The inside book cover description of A Girl Made of Dust by Nathalie Abi-Ezzi reads... 'Set in a Christian village in Lebanon during the 1982 Israeli invasion and narrated with candid intensity by a bright-eyed eight year old girl, A Girl Made of Dust explores one family's private battle to survive in the midst of civil war'.

The deciding factor in me even reading this book was that the author herself was just an eight year old girl, much like her character Ruba, during the 1982 invasion of Lebanon by Israel.  Nathalie Abi-Ezzi and her family made the move to England in 1983 and this novel, written in 2008, is her first.

You may come away from this book having learned more about Lebanon and some of the atrocities that have been experienced there... but probably not... because this story is told through the eyes and the understanding of a child.  When Ruba first sees the Israeli helicopters she views them as horrible giant flying insects and her whole life is lived around the concern she has about the people that she cares about most ... her daddy, her mother, her brother, grandmother and uncle - and her newly found friend who never speaks.

The book begins before the invasion, yet the unrest of the region has already taken an emotional and moral toll on Ruba's family and sets Ruba on a quest for self-deliverance through superstitious customs and misguided religious dogma.  She wants healing for her father so that he can once again take charge of the family and work again so as to lessen the strain upon her mother.  She wants her brother to once again play with her and take her into his confidence instead of becoming distant and involved with boys who shoot real guns.

If nothing else, this book highlights the tender ideals and longings of every child's heart, no matter where their home may be...

The Book of Negroes

"The Book of Negroes is a work of my imagination, but it does reflect my understanding of the Black Loyalists and their history...", so wrote Lawrence Hill in his opening lines of the description of his book.

The Book of Negroes is the story of Aminata Diallo, in her own narrative, upon the closing years of her life, and the dawning of the nineteenth century,  as she puts pen to paper to give an account of her years.

Aminita Diallo was born in the West African village of Bayo, brutally taken at the age of eleven and strung together with other slaves, forced to walk for months, to endure and witness indignities almost beyond description, as they made their way towards the sea, where she was then taken by ship to South Carolina to work on an indigo plantation.

To be perfectly honest, I was actually amazed that a man wrote this book!  The story of Aminita Diallo will have to be yours to read, because to write here of her story would rob you of your own discovery of this book.  What I will say is that it is quite brutally graphic in some places, and also honestly graphic in others, particularly in regards to the changes that are occurring as this young girl matures into a young woman, both physically and emotionally.

Geographically the book takes the reader from West Africa to the Southern United States, to Nova Scotia and then back to the coast of Sierra Leon and then to England.  I was fascinated with the discovery that the actual 'Book of Negroes' is one of the largest single documents about black people in North America up until the end of the nineteenth century.  It details the names and basic information of more than 3,000 black men, women and children, who during the American Revolution, after serving or living behind the British lines, sailed from New York City to various places throughout the British Colonies.  What fascinated me, was the fact that most of those 3,000 were sent to Nova Scotia and after landing there began to settle in Halifax, Sydney, Weymouth and other areas.

Why on earth, as Canadian children, were we never taught this in school?

Included in this book were references to William Wilberforce who was the only British parliamentarian in the abolitionist committee for the ending of the slave trade.  I remember reading the autobiography of John Newton, the man most noted for writing the hymn 'Amazing Grace', and it was William Wilberforce that sat under the preaching of Newton and was influenced by Newton to pursue the parliamentary action of abolishing the slave trade.

While I was reading of the atrocities that had occurred aboard the ship bringing Aminita to America, my mind immediately went back to the life of John Newton, who himself was a slave trader and was a perpetrator of many the horrible acts that were committed upon the lives of the black slaves.  John Newton was tormented by his sin and after committing his life to Christ wrote...

Amazing Grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now am found, was blind but now I see...

The slave trade was abolished in Britain in 1807, in the United States in 1809 and not until 1834 in Canada and the rest of the British Empire - and it wasn't until 1865 that slavery of any kind was officially abolished.

Although the story of Aminita Diallo is a fictional one, the historical account is not.  I actually believe that what is not written in this book is even more horrific than what is written.  I have heard some say that this book is in the category of many of the considered great works of literature - I didn't really get that at all... but who am I to say?  As I read, I was not thinking of it as a book of literature, but rather more of an historical account that opens up a dark place in history that many have tried to keep hidden, it shows the depravity of the human condition and the beauty of it as well and puts a face on it.  

There were many characters that stood out to me for one reason or another.  One was Solomon Lindo, a white Jewish man - and Daddy Moses, a blind, black preacher.  There were many others, Aminita included, but I will let you read and discover them, and others, for yourself.

Lead, Kindly Light

I have just finished reading an extraordinary, and moving memoir, recommended to me by my friend Margaret - Margaret, I thank you for this book and now pass along the recommendation to others.

In the hopes that you will read it for yourself, I will only tell you that it is the true story of Neta Loewen, written by her daughter Helen Grace Lescheid. Go and check it out, and if you do happen to read it, come back here and share your thoughts.

It is a powerful and very moving read.

The Friday Night Knitting Club

The Friday Night Knitting Club was originally a book that I was drawn to because it appealed to my sense of community over a shared creative interest. It is basically a book about an extremely diverse group of women - all different ages, backgrounds, personalities, shapes and sizes - that happen to meet, in a variety of interesting ways, in a little yarn shop in New York, located on Manhattan's Upper West Side. Much to their own surprise, this group forms a very deep bond of friendship as each one of their stories begin to unfold. What's not to like about that?

Honestly, I thought for sure, at the outset, that I was going to thoroughly enjoy this read - and although the first few chapters were very promising, I found myself painfully slogging through the rest.

However, determined to finish it, I read right to the end - and even decided to give the sequel 'Knit Two' a chance at perhaps changing my attitude... sigh.

I know that different books will appeal to us at different times - and this one just did not appeal to me at this time. It smacked of all the ingredients that is the all too common mainstream of... 'let's make this book into a woman's movie and make a box office killing'. And sure enough, apparently Julie Robert's is slated to play the role of the main character in the upcoming 2010 movie of The Friday Night Knitting Club.

One good thing came of this read though - tucked in the back was a wonderfully easy, but really lovely, pattern for a knitted lap blanket!

The Secret Diaries of Charlotte Bronte

The Secret Diaries of Charlotte Bronte, written by Syrie James, was definitely a book that I had initially judged by it's cover! I was first drawn to it's unusual jacket in a local Bookstore this past November, and after looking it over carefully and scanning over the Introductory Page, I quickly added it to my 'Christmas Wish List' and promptly returned it to the Bookstore shelf.

On Christmas morning, this book once again found itself within my hands, and only a few short days later, as I was curled up under my favourite throw, I found myself gradually being drawn into... the secret world of Charlotte Bronte.

The Secret Diaries of Charlotte Bronte are not actual diaries at all, and really not all that secret either. It is considered a work of fiction, albeit based upon extensive research and private viewings of original letters, manuscripts and correspondence of Charlotte and all of the members of the Bronte family.

Syrie James introduces the novel by stating that the story itself is true, 'conjecturing only where deemed necessary to enhance dramatic conflict or to fill in gaps in the history...'

The entire book is written in Charlotte's voice, and because of the author's personal pilgrimage to the Brontë Parsonage Museum in Haworth, England, (which is the original house where Charlotte and her family lived; still filled with their possessions), the rooms in which Charlotte lived and worked come alive within the pages, as do the English countryside and moors, the lanes which Charlotte daily walked and Roe Head School where she attended classes.

The story itself, while being thorough in its description of Charlotte's relationship with her sisters, their mutual love of writing and personal struggles in becoming published, focuses mostly upon her internal life and the love that she carried for years for a married man, who had once been her professor; and also of the relationship that began to develop between Charlotte and her father's curate, Arthur Bell Nicholls.

Charlotte was born in 1816, the third daughter of a minister and his wife. Charlotte's mother died when Charlotte was only 5 years old, her two older sisters dying just four years later at the young ages of 11 and 10.

As the years progressed, Charlotte began to see that her aging father would not be able to provide for her or her sisters after his death, and that her younger brother, an alcoholic and addicted to opium, could contribute nothing, and so Charlotte began her writing career as a way to gain financial independence and to help support her sisters.

Although she was initially published under the male pseudonym of Currer Bell, writing such works as 'Jane Eyre' Charlotte was a definite feminist of her day, challenging the church and it's stance on the position, place and voice of women, outside and inside the home.

In her short life, Charlotte's great passion found expression in her writings; she knew the longing of the heart for an absent mother, she had experienced the heartache of unrequited love and the struggle that came from simply being a woman in the times in which she lived. She was touched by grief, as one by one, those that she loved most dearly met death at such young ages. Her two very closest of companions and confidents, her sisters, with whom she would spend wonderfully long and leisurely hours walking on the moors, with whom she would share dreams and spend countless hours around the kitchen table sharing their writings together - Emily and Anne - both published authors in their own right, died within months of each other in 1848 and 1849 at the ages of 29 and 30. Devastated, Charlotte wrote,

"There’s little joy in life for me,

And little terror in the grave ;

I’ve lived the parting hour to see

Of one I would have died to save."

Charlotte's brother Branwell, finally succumbed to his years of self inflicted abuse and died shortly after Emily in 1848.

And yet, in the midst of her sorrow, life continued on and there still lay ahead of Charlotte, more of her own story still to be lived. It perhaps is a story that even Charlotte could not have written within the pages of one of her own novels - yet, it is this story that makes the The Secret Diaries of Charlotte Bronte so compelling.

Life, believe, is not a dream,

So dark as sages say;

Oft a little morning rain,

Foretells a pleasant day.

Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,

But these are transient all;

If the shower will make the roses bloom,

O why lament its fall?

-Currer Bell, (Charlotte Bronte)

The following is a video of the Derbyshire countryside and the home where Charlotte spent her summer the year before writing Jane Eyre.

Her book reflects these surroundings beautifully.

The church where Charlotte worshipped still stands,

and the church bell that you hear in the video is the same bell that Charlotte herself heard.

(I like to think that the birds you hear are perhaps descendants of the birds that sang for Charlotte!)

Little Dorrit

Little Dorrit got ditched. Let me tell you how it happened. I had originally chosen this reading for December as a nod to Dickens (after all he wrote A Christmas Carol) and because it was a book that I had wanted to read ever since I had heard of it. I got off to a great start and then 20 pages or so in I got this sinking sense that I was in over my head.

Little Dorrit was a novel that Charles Dickens originally wrote in a weekly, serial form and because it is actually a satirical stab at the flaws and foibles of government and the social conditions of the day, it can be a challenging read (if you really want to understand it) and I apparently was not up to the challenge!

So here is the thing. Feeling like an utter failure, I returned Little Dorrit back to her assigned place on our Public Library Shelf and walked out sensing that somehow I was a library book fraud. But, being the blessed girl that I am, that evening as I was relaxing with my husband and waiting for our favorite English program to begin, an announcement was made... "Charles Dickens' Little Dorrit... a four part series beginning December 23rd." I whooped and clapped my hands and just knew the goodness of God... Little Dorrit Cliff Notes... in living colour! Whoo-hoo!

It's all taped and I'll be watching it on New Years Eve!

I'm thrilled!

The Pet Lamb

The Pet Lamb by Johanna Spyri is actually only one of the short stories contained in this little volume, and although each one is delightful and thought provoking in the telling, it was The Pet Lamb that was exactly what I needed... a purely delightful read!

This little book had come into my possession over 40 years ago when I was just a young girl in school. The School Library was having a Book Sale and so instead of going to the candy store with my best friend to get a licorice 'All Day Jawbreaker', I was able to purchased The Pet Lamb for a nickel! It was money well spent and little did I know, as I handed that precious nickel over to our Librarian, that one day, after many years had passed and my own children had grown up and I had a grand-daughter of my own, that I would spend a delightful afternoon, cuddled up, reading... The Pet Lamb.

All of Johanna Spyri's stories are set in the Swiss Alps, including her most famous novel, Heidi. Using words, she paints beautiful landscapes of green uplands and sloping valleys that are strewn with red and blue wildflowers in the summer. There are whitewashed churches with red towers, clusters of wooden cottages and a sparkling river that winds through the valley and which also divides the two sets of characters that this story is about.

On one side of the river lives a poor family. The aged grandparents are left to take care of little Stanzeli and her younger brother Seppli, after their mother dies and their father's grief causes him to abandon them in an attempt to leave the constant reminders of happier times behind him.

On the other side of the river lives a more affluent family. The parents are well placed in the community, the father being the mayor, and the children, Lissa and her two younger brothers Kurt and Karl want for nothing.

All of these children meet at the beginning of the story, by chance, outside the little church where Stanzeli had taken her little brother to pray. They meet once again at the end of the story, on Christmas Day, where their lives are shown to have interconnected in a way that they could never have imagined, and all because of... the lamb.

This is a sweet story of guilt, confession, forgiveness, reconciliation and joy. I hope that if you ever have the chance to read it, that you will have as lovely an afternoon as I had.

Still Alice

Still Alice, by new author Lisa Genova, is an insightful, fictional story of a woman whose world is slowly disappearing through early-onset Alzheimer's Disease. The writer, Lisa Genova holds a Ph.D. in neuroscience from Harvard University and is an On-Line columnist for the National Alzheimer's Association. Initially inspired by her own grandmother's gradual decline from Alzheimer's , Lisa Genova has written this book from the character Alice Howland's point of view as she slowly loses her memories, her vocation, her life, her mind.

Truthfully, after the first 20 pages I placed this book down thinking that perhaps it was a book for another time. It is not the sort of book that I normally gravitate to, yet there was something that drew me back, causing me to read it through to the end.

Alice Howland had just turned 50 when she first began to notice the changes. She was a Harvard psychologist who became concerned with her lapses in memory, putting them down to menopause, stress and fatigue. Without giving the intricacies of this compelling story away, I will say that I was educated in the realization that Alzheimer's does not just take away the ability to remember the names of people, places or things, but it also inflicts fear, disorientation, erratic behavior, emotional outbursts and visual disorders. It is the story of a family - a woman, her husband and her three adult children and how the disease afflicts and affects each one of them intimately, differently and how it changes them. It is thought provoking and controversial at moments. It is challenging and poignant, sweet and harsh at others.

Through the eyes of Alice, we become a witness to 'the long goodbye', as she slowly disappears from herself, as her family slowly slips into the shadows. We also look at Alice through the eyes of her family as they watch her gradually, in almost unbearable increments, leave them. It was through tears that I finally closed this book. It was well written, simple in it's offering, but not an easy read by any means.

The Agony and the Ecstasy by Irving Stone

The Agony and the Ecstasy is the biographical novel of Michelangelo Buonarroti of Florence... it is a book that I have wanted to read since I was in my late teens, but just simply never did; and for this I am quite grateful, as I would have missed many of the nuances of the historical references that permeate each page of this book.

Only twice did the thought cross my mind that perhaps the 'agony' was that of the reader trying to slog through the particulars of the Italian Renaissance, while the 'ecstasy' was simply coming to the end of the book! Those thoughts were short lived however as the life of Michelangelo became increasingly compelling in his almost manic need to create from marble. Some of the most beautiful passages of this book are those that are so richly descriptive in showing Michelangelo's greatest love, beyond that of painting, architecture or poetry, that of sculpting marble.

Irving Stone's personal research to write this book took 6 years, and it shows; it covers the life of Michelangelo, from birth to death and weaves throughout it's pages, in colourful descriptions, his family members, friends, and opponents - it recants the bitter rivalry he has with both Leonardo Da Vinci and Raphael, his struggles with the Popes, the Medici family, and his own family. The intricate descriptions of the streets and Piazzas of Florence are incredible as are those of San Marco and Santa Maria Novella; at times I found myself floundering in the Italian phrases, yet on the whole I came away with such an appreciation of this man's passion and perseverance under the most atrocious and physically taxing conditions.

Perhaps my most memorable, or thought provoking, portion of this book came mid-way through as Michelangelo began, worked on, and completed his Pieta of Jesus and Mary. He poured through the crucifixion account in the book of John, but could find no place where Mary could have been alone with the dead body of her son. He finally concluded that perhaps after He was laid upon the ground by the soldiers and while Nicodemus was gathering the spices for the burial and Joseph of Arimathea was before Pontius Pilate asking for the body of Jesus, that perhaps then, Mary could have cradled her son on her lap.

Michaelangelo's intent was to have those that would view his Pieta in the years to come, to take the place of the biblical witnesses. I was struck by the fact that he was absorbed in the realization that the only emotion that could be displayed would have to be upon the face of Mary, as Jesus was dead and could only be passively sculpted, with his eyes closed.

What fascinated me about all this, and why this portion was so thought provoking to me, is that Michelangelo intentionally made Mary's face without line, without wrinkle, without age; he purposed to sculpt Mary to give the appearance of still being in her teens, younger in appearance than that of her son, Jesus. She is literally void of expression, of experience, of life. Michaelangelo even sought the help of a Rabbi to find him a young Jewish man to use as a model for the figure of Jesus, as he wanted to sculpt an 'authentic Jew'; this fascinated me, because if he had truly wanted authenticity then surely Jesus would have born the evidence of the torture that He endured prior to the cross, yet only the cleanest of puncture marks are reflected, a subtle suggestion of the ghastly spikes that were driven into the body of Christ.

Towards the end of the detailed account, after the Pieta has been placed within St. Peter's in the Chapel of the Kings of France, Michelangelo pays a visit and overhears someone giving credit to another artisan. Michelangelo, that night, enters with his tools into St. Peter's and chisels into the band across Mary's chest, above the body of Jesus... "MICHAEL. ANGELUS. BONAROTUS. FLORENT. FACIEBAT",  - "Michelangelo Buonarroti of Florence created this".

Maybe it's just me - but I pondered quite a bit about that ..

Indulging in All Things Pilcher!

Just before Summer began this year, I had planned an excursion to the little Secondhand Bookshop to purchase a few books for my Summer reading. One of the books that I found that day was Rosamunde Pilcher's 'Coming Home'. It took a while for me to get into this book, but once I did I was swept away with the author's wonderful description's of the coasts of Cornwall, the Highlands of Scotland and the life in London during the latter part of the 1930's.

This was not a book that I was intent on reading quickly, but rather one to be savoured and enjoyed. I soon began to look forward to those moments when our home was quiet, when I could gather my book bag, a cold drink and go outside to curl up in my big comfy, cushioned chair, settle in and enjoy 'Coming Home'.

Then just last week, while sorting through my bookshelf, I came across two little purse sized novels that were tucked away behind a few other larger volumes. They had been placed there not too long ago when my husband's grandmother had been moved into an extended care facility and his grandfather had also made a move of his own in order to be closer to her. During the events of the move, many things were given to family members and it was then that these little books had come into my possession; what a surprise I had when 
I looked at them closer and realized that they were a compilation of short stories written by Rosamunde Pilcher!

I have been happily reading them both, just finishing 'The Blue Bedroom' last night... sheer indulgence! I now have a list of all the books she has written and intend on reading every one of them - in her early years, Mrs. Pilcher wrote under the pseudonym of Jane Fraser - I am looking forward to searching those out as well.

I realized, while reading, that when the Cornwall wind blew through the tresses of one of her characters, the wind was also blowing through mine; and after an afternoon spent traipsing on the moors of Scotland, damp with the mist and ravenous for a bite to eat, when the characters stepped through the back door and into the stone walled kitchen, the smell of fresh bread and the warmth emanating from the oven wrapped around me as well.

I thoroughly enjoyed the depth of writing as well as the authenticity to life and all that it brings. I would consider these books 'gentle reads' with characters, young and old, that are easy to identify with and enjoy. It's good to read a wholesome, fresh and invigorating book from time to time.... and I certainly have done my fair share of indulging in all things Pilcher!

Appreciating Beethoven

Quite a number of weeks ago, Margaret had given me three volumes on the life of Beethoven. Although interested, I was a little apprehensive as to whether I would be able to 'slog' through three whole volumes!

Once I received the books however, I realized that they were not just academic volumes, but biographical in novel form. Within a few days I had begun volume one and I knew over the next few weeks I would be enjoying my reading of the life of Ludwig Van Beethoven!

Skillfully written by John Suchet, admittedly with some liberties taken, the biography spans the life of Beethoven from his birth in Bonn in 1170, to his excruciating death in Vienna in 1827.

What lay in between those years is thrilling, agonizing, triumphant and tragic. For someone who loves history, I was surprised that it was not the historical details of Beethoven's life that intrigued me, such as his first public appearance at the age of seven, or his much anticipated meeting of Haydn and Mozart; it was more the inner man, the turmoil and distress of his soul that caused me to go on and read through.

Beethoven had an admittedly angry passion that found it's vent and expression through his music. He was a introvert and believed that it was through his music that he was able to speak and find his voice. I have never been particularly drawn to Beethoven's music, however, during my reading of the second volume, I purposely listened to a selection of his Piano Sonatas, his Pastoral Symphony and his Fifth Symphony. As I did, an appreciation began to develop in me; I was now able to hear the trills, quavers, demi-quavers, rests. I actually began to anticipate them and because of my new found appreciation of the deaf composer, I could now hear them.

Beethoven was a man that enjoyed the beauty of nature, often taking long walks in the hills of Vienna. His music reflected his love of nature, the trill of a bird, the powerful rolling of thunder, yet he died as he had lived, almost manic in his need to have his voice heard through his music.

While on his many walks, God would have been speaking to Beethoven. Although growing increasingly more deaf, God's Voice would have been audible to him... 'the heaven's declare the glory of God.' .... 'For since the creation of the world (God's) invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse."

Beethoven appreciated nature, but whether or not that appreciation led him to Christ, I do not know. What I do know is that God Himself gave Beethoven life and the ability to compose profoundly amazing music and for this we can thank God.

As I bundle these three volumes together to return to Margaret, I realize that I will probably not all of a sudden become Beethoven crazy and play him non-stop. But something has indeed changed, and it is this... I now have an appreciation, and where I was once oblivious, I am now able to hear.

Thank you Margaret.