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"Oh poor Yorick! Where are your jokes now? Your pranks? Your songs?
Your flashes of wit that used to set the whole table laughing? You don’t make anybody smile now. Are you sad about that?"
-W. Shakespeare, Hamlet Act.5
So, I get a lot of light-hearted stick from my family for my obsession with #reading and #books and #authors and #writing styles blah blah blah but they are good to me. Today, I picked these up from my wonderful mother AND I HAVE NOT BEEN THIS EXCITED SINCE FOREVER! ...well, since last week when I said that. But these books! Oh my good Lord, I can't wait!
Here I have two absolute gems I am sure! @sophiemckenziebooks with Trust In Me and @montanaribooks with The Doll Maker. See? The names let alone the covers and blurbs give me chills!
Trust In Me. Exactly what you are meant to do with lifelong friends and especially those who have been nothing but a pillar of support through life's most challenging times - like the #death of your sister. But when Livy is bought face-to-face with a new #tragedy she finds all she knew, all she loved and all she thought was not as it seemed. Disbelieving Julia, her dearest friend, has done what is claimed will lead Livy down paths she never dreamed to walk. And has never wanted to... •°•♡•°•
Mr Marsielle is a genius. He is charmer. He is a #psychopath . Nothing is too much when it is in the name of love in The Doll Maker. In a little over a week, three young victims are found murdered and posed in a quiet suburb. #Detectives Kevin Byrne and Jessica Balzano know this is a case they will not forget, like they know the porcelain doll left at scene number two is not just a message: it is a threat. Mr Marseille and his beloved Anabelle are stalking the city and it's girls leaving the detectives seven days to find the link between the crimes ...or find another victim.
I say it a lot but these books both sound incredible.
Currently reading Far From True by #linwoodbarclay which is also nothing but perfection. Still a firm favourite author of mine, no doubt.
Armed by the Mighty Himalayas,
And Guarded at footsteps from Ocean,
Existence trace long back from the birth of Adam,
A constant cycle of Fall & Rise,
I became a witness of the History spanning over milleniums.. -
Cementing the fossils of Harappa and mehergarh in my womb,
Mahabharata, Ramayana ,Vedas
All the antiques of ancestry implanted in my heart,
Wounded by the looters who stole my wealth,
I remember my sons nursing the chaos,
Chandragupta & Chanakya Who unified the scattered jigsaw,
Ashoka who sow the crop of Humanity & His Dhamma,
And his rebirth Akbar,
Spilling the rosewater of love & tolerance on my land,
The last foreign whip to carve a mark on
my spine were colonizer who doused me
into the hellfire of slavery,
Yet In this foreplay of Villain & Heroes the
flowers of divinity bloomed & soul
residing here flourished with brotherhood.. ------ -- I broke down when my own children stabbed me and my arms butchered from north & west,
Why did I bleed to nurture the poison of segregation,
While everyone barked the superiority of their religion,
Puked the fatal abuses of hate,
& vultures of catastrophe hovering over the corpse of unity. -
I lost my limbs,
Day & night I mourned the partial death of mine and yearning for old days,
Somehow my bledding borders were stitched with the hostility,
I was no longer a sub world of diversified beauty,
My heart now now is a lukewarm dying amber.. -
I wanted my offsprings to be the brave heart roaring Bengal tigers,
But look at the billions of futile impotent,
They are a havoc of hellhounds,
Slice the flesh of their own brothers,
Shatter the dignity of my daughter,
And performing every custom of evil to erase the Humanity,
I lost my crown,
I lost my pride ,
Now await the ultimate call of destiny..
~I , India 🇮🇳 - #India#Tragedy#Patriotism#15thAugust#HappyindependenceDay#IncredibleIndia#Grunge#WritersofInstagram#Humanity#Geography#SocialIssue#Indian#SpilledInk#InstaPoem#InstaPoet#Urdupoet#Sad#Depression#Kindness#PoetryIsNotDead
can you BELIEVE that I AM the BIG sister for big sis/lil sis in vb?????? UNREAL but anyways sorry for low quality video i took it off eggvb twitter but today was so much fun and i love my lil family even tho we took some L’s we got the big dub in our hearts and celebrated the mini victories and having this group just makes me so much happier and so much more excited for this season:’)
side note: carmela and i literally punched each others hands when we were sword fighting #tragedy
"Life is filled with tragedy, with long patches of struggle and with, I think, beautiful bursts of joy and accomplishment. Blessed with those moments, you just try to relax as much as possible and focus on the little things, like the joy of changing your baby's diaper."
"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater." - J.R.R. Tolkien
In November, it will be 100 years since World War I ended. WWI is not forgotten in London; there are reminders all throughout the city, none more powerful than the memorial for the unknown soldier interred in the stone of Westminster Abbey.
Tolkien barely survived the trenches during WWI and lived through the horror of WWII. In 1941, this church was bombed during the Blitz.
There is a wrenching beauty to this hollow, blackened shell, made even more profound by the flourishing, vibrant green that pervades the sacred space.
Is it possible that tragedy makes love and beauty even more valuable?
I don’t really get Romeo & Juliet. Keep in mind all my info is coming from a graphic novel adaptation. I don’t think those kids are romantic, just stupid. I mean really Juliet, poison? Ya could have just ran off with my man Romeo and with nobody the wiser. If you fake your death it’s not like your coming back home for the family thanksgiving dinner, so who cares if your reputation is ruined. Change your names, go to America or something(it just occurred to me that I don’t know when this story takes place so I have no idea if America was even discovered yet. Somebody school me please). Secret marriage right after they met aside(at least that’s how it is in this book), it just seems to me that there’s a lot of common sense missing here. I think a Romeo & Juliet retelling where the characters are actually sensible would be cool. @km.shea I feel like that’s the type of thing you would do well even though Shakespearean works are not fairytales 🤔
As far a graphic novels go this is a really nice one with cool illustrations and it was nice to know a little bit more about the crazy lovebirds. Tell me, is there something I’m missing?
Shkrimtarja më e dashur e Italisë rrëfen dritëhijet e një dinastie lombarde. Një familje me shumë sekrete, një grua e vendosur për ta thyer heshtjen – të gjitha këto në një bestseller turbullues. E fshehta e Leoni Tardivos është një histori e madhe dashurie; një ditë e vetme, për ta shijuar vit pas viti... Në një vilë të madhe, në portat e Milanos, jeton Familja Kantoni, pronarë prej tre brezash i rubineterive me të njëjtin emër. Sigurisht, emrat e personazheve janë sa të trilluar, po aq dhe të vërtetë, sepse, siç shprehet vetë shkrimtarja, ajo merr material nga historitë e vërteta që ndodhin në vendin e saj. Në krye të kësaj familjeje industrialistësh lombardë janë burra inteligjentë dhe vizionarë që kanë në krah gra të forta e të vullnetshme, gra të pazëvendësueshme. Por, pas portave të mbyllura të vilës së madhe ndryhen dashuri fatkeqe, ngjarje tragjike, të fshehta përvëluese, takime klandestine dhe paksa çmenduri. Një lojë e tërë të vërtetash dhe gënjeshtrash.
Solo un attimo
e tutto è
e col tutto
anche la mia vita.
Non so perché,
ma non importa più,
per colpa di chi,
ho chiuso gli occhi
e i miei sogni,
le mie speranze,
i miei progetti
finiscono con me,
stato un attimo,
e tutto è andato giù... #tragedy#nigthmare#bridge#bridgecrash