We have the spirit at our houseMeanwhile, more pumpkins to show you from the Dallas Arboretum
I just love the fall colorsRay and I enjoyed the displays. I wore my Charlie Brown Halloween t-shirt.
Glencairn was the home of a family ( Raymond Pitcairn) that founded a religious group ( the New We are our stories. We tell them to stay alive or keep alive those who only live now in the telling. That's how it seems to me, being alive for a little while, the teller and the told. (back blurb)
Ruthie Swain is the daughter of a dead poet. She's living in FaHa, County Clare, and recovering from a collapse in college. She's in her attic room, with the rain rushing down the windows. She writes Ireland, with its weather, its rivers, its lilts, and its lows.
I loved Ruthie. I loved all her references to her dad's books as she puzzles her way through family history. She's a twin, and slowly tells Aeny's joyous short life. I laughed out loud at her descriptions of town folk. I teared up at other writings - p. 311 But the fact is grief doesn't know we invented time. Grief has its own tide and comes and goes in waves.
Williams writes lyrically, humorously, and with a passion for Ireland - its quirks, its people, and its rain. That's a character itself. I loved this book - it meanders, it goes off on a bender, and it's gentle.
Take your time, find a comfy chair, pour a cuppa, and settle in for History of the Rain. Let the words pour over you and enjoy.
1920s New York City - Benjamin Rask is a Wall Street tycoon. Helen Rask is the daughter of eccentric aristocrats. Together they are at the top of the game. But it's the usual - money does not buy happiness.
A novel appears in 1937 called Bonds and it strikes a nerve with Rask. How dare this author delve into the most personal of stories.
back blurb - Trust engages the reader in a quest for the truth while confronting the deceptions that often live at the heart of personal relationships, the reality-warping force of capital, and the ease with which power can manipulate facts.