Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Update on The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie


The book arrived yesterday from Amazon, along with The Help by Kathryn Stockett. I'm in that heavenly place of having an enjoyable book to read and one I'm pretty certain I'll enjoy, to follow it.


The heroine, Flavia de Luce is eleven, the year is 1950, the setting is an English family manse called Buckshaw. Flavia has two sisters: Ophelia, whom she calls Feely, and Daphne, nicknamed Daffy. Her father, Colonel de Luce, is attentive only to his stamp collection, so Flavia is able to be a free spirit. A self-taught chemist and natural investigator, Flavia is in her element when she finds a dying man in the cucumber patch of her family's kitchen garden.


I'm on Chapter 10, page 115, and life is good. Even going to my (new) doctor's appointment later this morning is easier knowing I have a really good book to read. Even the physical appearance of the book is different; no dust cover, for one thing, and the dimensions - in round numbers- 5"x8". I don't think I'll even be able to loan this one out. I'll have to buy another copy for that.


The author is pretty cool too. First point going for him is that he's Canadian, the province of Ontario, no less. He's 72 years old and this is his first novel. He's written children's books, short stories, and co-authored Ms. Holmes of Baker Street, and a memoir The Shoebox Bible. He's won awards. Mr. Bradley and his wife now live in Kelowna, British Columbia, where the back cover of the book assures me "He is at work on the second Flavia de Luce novel." This next book in Bradley’s new series, The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag, will be published in 2010. Thank God.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Lyrics for I Dreamed a Dream from the musical Les Miserables

I'm leaving out the first verse and starting where Susan Boyle does.
...
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Canadian Author Alan Bradley

Publisher release date: April 28, 2009
My daughter, Sharon, has found this treasure for us:
A brilliant first novel, a murder mystery no less, by 72-year-old Canadian author Alan Bradley.
Heroine is eleven-year-old Flavia who finds a man dying in the cucumber patch; set in 1950; English manor house. There are four more Flavia mysteries under contract with the author.