“Spring on a honey farm, she thinks. That could be nice.”
When a drought takes over an isolated honey farm, the owner, Cynthia advertises it as an artists’ colony with free room and board in exchange for labour. Two of the people that decide to make the journey are Silvia, a recent graduate, and Ibrahim, a painter. But life on the farm does not exactly meet expectations, especially when troublesome events begin to occur and ones which Silvia finds terribly ominous: frogs swarm the pond, an outbreak of lice, taps run red, and soon the guests begin to leave. Continue reading “The Honey Farm by Harriet Alida Lye”
“The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.”
After reading Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier and falling in love with her writing, I was eager to pick up another one of her books. Alongside Rebecca, My Cousin Rachel seemed to be one of her most well-known novels so it was an easy choice. It is told from the perspective of a young man named Phillip Ashley, whose world is turned upside down following the death of his older cousin, Ambrose. After losing his parents as a child, Phillip was taken in by the wealthy and benevolent Ambrose, who became the most important figure in his life. The two created a somewhat solitary life for themselves, and one with which they were very content with. Upon a trip to Florence, Ambrose does the unexpected by falling in love, getting married, and in an unfortunate turn of events, dying quite suddenly. Pretty soon Amborose’s widow, Rachel shows up in England, and despite his suspicions Phillip can’t help but be drawn to her, even as he questions her hand in the death of Ambrose. Continue reading “My Cousin Rachel by Daphne du Maurier”
MY NAME IS KVOTHE
I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.
You may have heard of me.
After years of recommendations and praise for The Name of the Wind, I finally picked it up and embarked on the journey that is Kvothe’s life. I have to admit that the praise is well warranted and the hype that surrounds this book is much deserved. If you are unfamiliar with it, The Name of The Wind is the first book in The Kingkiller Chronicles, which is a trilogy that focuses on the story of Kvothe. He is a man whose name has become legend with many stories and theories that have been passed around, however Kvothe is the only one who knows the truth behind the myth and legend. He decides to tell his story and to do so in three days. Book one is day one of him telling his story. Continue reading “The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss”
“What imperfect carriers of love we are, and what imperfect givers. That the reasons we can care for one another can have nothing to do with the person cared for. That it has only to do with who we were around that person—what we felt about that person.”
Goodbye, Vitamin is a touching and quirky novel that is quite lovely in its simplicity. It is told in a diary type format, and we get small fragments of daily events in the life of a woman named Ruth, over the course of a year. Ruth is thirty-years-old and dealing with the break-up of her engagement, which has left her feeling somewhat detached and lost. When she visits her family for the holidays, for the first time in many years, she learns of her father’s battle with dementia and gradually deteriorating condition. Ruth decides to quit her job and move home for a year to help. During this time she comes to terms with the end of her engagement, gains new knowledge about her family, and hopefully a new direction for her future. Continue reading “Goodbye, Vitamin by Rachel Khong”
“I’m homesick all the time,” she said, still not looking at him “I just don’t know where home is. There’s this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon – just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.”
Following the death of her mother, Emily Benedict moves to Mullaby, North Carolina to live with the grandfather she never knew. In fact, her mother’s past and life in Mullaby is one big mystery to Emily and upon her arrival she gets more questions than answers. Not only are the reactions to her by the townspeople somewhat strange, but there are bizarre occurrences that show that there is more to this little town than meets the eye: Unknown lights appear in the woods behind her grandfather’s house, the wallpaper in her room changes to suit the mood, and her next door neighbour, Julia, bakes hope in the form of cakes. As Emily slowly learns the stories behind the mysteries of Mullaby, Julia has to come to terms with her own past and hopefully find a sense of home she lost so long ago. Continue reading “The Girl Who Chased the Moon by Sarah Addison Allen”