I have almost finished reading 'The Bell Jar' by Sylvia Plath, I have found it rather interesting given the subject matter but I am sure a similar book written today would be more confronting.
Last night I finished reading 'French Illusions - from Tours to Paris'. I have thoroughly enjoyed both of Linda's books and found them wonderful page turners. I guess my old fashioned morals made it a little difficult for me to understand the bed hopping from one relationship to another, hash and pot smoking and constant struggle for money. I could not travel overseas without plenty of money in reserve to cover emergencies safely in the bank at home. All said these two books of Linda's are an entertaining read.
I am now reading:
The Smell of Summer Grass is based partly on the long out of print 'Perch Hill'. It is the story of the years spent in finding and building a personal Arcadia, sometimes a dream, sometimes a nightmare, by writer Adam Nicolson and his wife, cook and gardener, Sarah Raven.
Adam Nicolson was determined to leave metropolitan life but the rundown farm in the Sussex Weald was not quite what he bargained for. The scenery was breathtaking and the rural neighbours charming but the hard end of real farming life was another matter - mud, cold, planning regulations and unco-operative livestock.
But for the reader the whole enterprise is full of delight thanks to Adam Nicolson's writing: frank, witty and touching, it is a testament to the importance of holding on to your dreams and turning them into reality.
Today I purchased a subscription to Writers Digest which will be delivered directly to my kindle app. I had not realised I could buy subscriptions to magazines like this so am now searching for others which may interest me.
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