Olenka, the daughter of the retired collegiate assessor, Plemyanniakov, was sitting in her back porch, lost in thought. It was hot, the flies were persistent and teasing, and it was pleasant to ref…| This Reading Life
#121 There is someone in the house. Heard as he moves around the room upstairs. When he gets out of bed or when he goes down the stairs and into the kitchen. There’s the gush of water through the p…| This Reading Life
Throughout the latter part of the morning buggies kept turning in from the highway and wheeling up the quarter-mile of elm-arched drive to the farm – surreys and democrat wagons, an occasiona…| This Reading Life
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. I have reread Pride and Prejudice so many times I have lost count, but we must b…| This Reading Life
We travel for various purposes — to explore the culture of soils — to view the curiosities of art — to survey the beauties of nature — and to learn the manners of men; their different polities, and…| This Reading Life
Heaven is never-ending light. It is jasper and crystal, pearls and gold. It is lightning and rainbos and a great, rushing river. It is white horses and doves and angels singing holy holy holy and t…| This Reading Life
For Cathy’s Reading Ireland month I determined to read a few more of the short stories from Edna O’Brien’s Mrs Reinhardt and other stories (1978) as it also happens to intersect n…| This Reading Life
The small village of Kolotovka once belonged to a lady known in the neighbourhood by the nickname of Skin-flint, in illusion to her keen business habits (her real name is lost in oblivion), but has…| This Reading Life
