A series of interconnected short stories, connected by the location- holiday cabins on a Scottish loch, somewhere in the region of Glasgow, beautiful but wet. The stories of the residents take a day in their holiday lives and we see the place and time through their different perspectives and now and then, the natural perspectives. It is written in the first person narrative, through each individual stream of consciousness. Clever and captivating poetic but practical prose.
“In the town itself, actually within sight of the house in which Charlie lived, there was an ENORMOUS CHOCOLATE FACTORY! Just imagine that! And it wasn’t simply an ordinary enormous chocolate factory, either. It was the largest and most famous in the whole world!”
Roald Dahl. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory .
A visit to Cadbury World today to visit Bournville’s very own ‘enormous chocolate factory’
My first Atwood. Again I listened to this on Audio read by Atwood herself- I don’t think I could have read these poems from a book. I didn’t even try to take the content in, or try to understand it. I just let the language wash over me as I went about my day. Every now and ten a poem or a line would resonate with me- I would have to replay it. But on the whole it was just a soothing drone of words.
I have always liked the Reading Agency Quick Reads and now you can get them on audiobooks too! A whole Peter James novel condensed into an hour’s listening, while still retaining the Peter James attention to detail.
Two of my favourite things are playlists and road trips. Two of my second best things are books containing these things. I loved Mix Tape. I was reminded of and introduced to songs and bands from the late seventies/ early eighties that I had either forgotten about or hadn’t heard of. All through I had to stop reading and yell at Alexa to play a song by a particular band. This weekend will see me compiling a ‘Mix Tape’ playlist and planning a mini-break road trip to Sheffield. And a much grander, maybe in the future, trip to Adelaide!
One of the most famous stone arches in the world. This spectacular natural doorway was formed over 10,000 years ago on the Jurassic Coast in Dorset from merged bays. Geologists suggest that the rock arch in the sea was formed as a result of softer rock eroding behind hard limestone, allowing the sea to pound through.
It’s a fairytale area- the place of myths and legends.
Somewhere to appreciate the coastline, walk for miles, or just enjoy the water…
I absolutely love a travelogue in any shape or form.
A series of postcards are sent to Ellie’s flat destined, presumably, for the previous tenant, from a former suitor, apparently now in Greece. After a few months the postcards stop coming, but Ellie is hooked and on her way to Greece.
I enjoyed travelling around Greece with the writer of the postcards, listening to the Greek stories and narratives. The slow pace of life and the meditative tone was theraputic. I finished listening to this feeling revitalised and refreshed and with a burning desire to jump on the next plane to Athens and re-explore the Greece and Greek islands I first discovered inter-railing across Europe in the summer of ’83.
An island, a family and a secret. Set on an island off Poole in Dorset and close to Brownsea Island- recently visited on a road trip (and of course a ferry crossing) made this even more interesting. All a bit sinister- anyone of the islanders could have been guilty and I guess more than one are! Kept me guessing for a week!
Road trip with a couple of mismatched passengers: Max a ninety year old lady with Alzheimer’s and Alex, a young man battling severe depression. It was funny, a bit drawn out, but unexpectedly touching. I love a road trip, so was always going to like this!