![]() ![]() For each of the five universe-ending scenarios, Mack explains what it would entail, why we think it’s a possibility and how we obtained the data that led us to that conclusion. ![]() The book sets out to explain how the universe became, and the various ideas we currently have of how it might one day, someday, come to its end. Such is the task faced by Katie Mack’s The End of Everything. It is so vast and ancient that trying to imagine the science holding it all together can be overwhelming to our tiny human minds, and contemplating its eventual conclusion is yet more mind-boggling still. It can be difficult – impossible even – to truly comprehend the sheer scale of the cosmos. ![]()
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![]() ![]() This was my first taste of a truly regional dish. Taking respite from strong Midi winds called the Tramontana, my mates and I bumped into the sheltered back port at Castelnaudary to moor up for a few days, weeks, whatever. ![]() I arrived one cold spring along the Canal du Midi on my barge, the Julia Hoyt. I learned to make cassoulet here in Southwest France that same way. But they did have three advantages over you- eyes in France, ears in France and best of all- a tongue in France! Centuries of French housewives have made cassoulet without a written down recipe. ![]() Like a good student- listen, look and then try it- your own way. Since I'm taking this step by step, and lightly- don't go getting too obsessive on me now let me tell my cassoulet recipe in my own way. Cassoulet- this is part of a French Kitchen primer from my winter classes. ![]() ![]() ![]() The author sometimes relies too much on tropes (super self-aware teens, a mean-girl ex, a grumpy bookstore owner, and a boisterous Latinx family), but this doesn’t detract from the feel-good narrative. The friendship between Darcy and Marisol is well balanced and charming, and the happy ending is swoony-but not overly so. Taylor Namey’s portrayal of mental illness is thoughtful and well executed, and the characterizations of even background characters are fully developed. Peppered with literary quotes and chapter headings, this novel will delight teen lit fans (mentions of YA faves abound). ![]() With the help of Marisol, a used copy of Peter Pan, and an older boy struggling with his own trauma and illness, the linguistic savant begins to muddle through her senior year. Darcy’s only refuge is her bookshelf-covered room. Brokenhearted and traumatized by the abandonment of Darcy’s father, her mother is the image of perfection in public, but their small San Diego apartment is filled to the brim with her compulsive purchases. Her friends are her beloved characters and her best friend, Mexican/Cuban American fashionista Marisol, who is the only one who knows Darcy’s secret-her mother is a hoarder. ![]() ![]() A sweet romance from a debut author to watch.ĭarcy Jane Wells works at a bookstore and likes to memorize lines from her favorite classics. ![]() ![]() ![]() A party girl, drifting aimlessly from job to job, her life in the city was concerned with the here and the now fun and frivolity, consequences be damned. Warning – this review may be longer than the topic novel.Ĭate Christie, our main character in The Drifter, was not someone I could initially relate to. The Drifter is a moving and highly original story from an exciting new voice in rural writing, about what it takes to make a good life and a good death – and how to capture the magic in between.Īs I sift through my thoughts and prepare to write this review, I feel as though I might end up having to put a disclaimer at the top, something along the lines of: Together they must embrace the true meaning of family, community and love so they can lay their own ghosts to rest. ![]() When Ida is no longer able to go on, Cate and Henry are put to the ultimate test. There she finds Henry, a swagman whose dark eyes and heavy heart hold secrets he’s not willing to share. ![]() She flees the city, seeking refuge at her great-aunt Ida’s farm in the wheat fields of Western Australia. It’s being here, with you.’Ĭate Christie is a drifter, moving restlessly through her carefree youth until tragedy strikes, and her life is changed forever. ‘Life isn’t just the breathing part, dear. ![]() ![]() They were on and off more than my knickers!!! And yes it annoyed me… But I love some good angst and this book had it in spades. Just like those two, it spanned over ten years. Will they/Won’t they? This was the book version of Ross and Rachel from friends. Now I say they’re relatable, but OMG it’s been a while since two characters made me want to pull my hair out so much through the course of a book. And honestly, anyone that’s been in love and it’s been a rocky road will relate to this, and even if you haven’t, you will still relate, because the characters themselves are relatable. Wondering if I would relate to these characters or the story. Excited to see what kind of story this would be. ![]() When I read the blurb to this book I was totally intrigued. No, to tell this story right, we need to go back. ![]() ![]() It was just me - the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less. It was just him - the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation - it was just us. ![]() Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long. ![]() ![]() I am delighted to have gone through this cinematic journey and despite its opening flaws Norwegian Wood eventually wins the audience's heart Neo rates it 9/10. Tokio Blues (Norwegian wood) Trailer español - YouTube 0:00 1:51 Tokio Blues (Norwegian wood) Trailer español 18.3K subscribers Subscribe 381 153K views 11 years ago Trailer. The film ends on a lighter tone and there is one quote that I find worthy to share about loss: "All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning". At times the film feels like something from Wong Kar Wai and the Beatles title song is fitting. Director Anh Hung Tran paints a beautiful, slow and lingering picture which allows the film to grow onto the audience. Based on a 1987 award winning novel about the 60s changing social situation in Japan, the film explores the complicated notions of unrequited love, the era of sexual freedom and the loss of innocence. If you can get through the first 30 minutes, the film will grow onto you and engage you and eventually immerse into your world. Norwegian Wood is the kind of film that ends better than it starts. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() They are special – Unique in their own ways. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() It said things I’d known for years and refused to accept. That it didn’t said an awful lot about me that I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. He may have even done things that, to know for sure, would destroy me.īut none of it had sent me running. He’d done things that were very frightening. He could be tender as easily as he could be disparaging. Reeve was confusing and complicated at best. I squeezed my eyes shut, more emotional now than ever and on the verge of falling for a man I shouldn’t fall for. He had that power over me, whether I wanted him to or not. Like that, I was flying again, almost as high as I had been in my orgasmic bliss. “I liked the part where you still showed up tonight.” He bent to brush a soft kiss on my mouth and then dropped again on the bed. ![]() He leaned in to lick another as it trailed down my cheek.Ī shiver rolled through me, and I honestly couldn’t decide if I was moved or horrified. I concentrated on not letting them fall.Īpparently, I didn’t do a good job, because he wiped one away with the pad of his thumb. “No, what?” I managed a steady voice, but tears were pricking at my eyes. It hadn’t been more than a few minutes since he’d been asking me what were my favorite parts of our earlier encounter yet it felt like a lifetime had passed. It took a minute to register what he was talking about. His features relaxed and a smile teased on his lips. ![]() ![]() ![]()
![]() ![]() His tall companion was clad in black silk and black leather, hair the colour of milk, skin pale as the thinnest bleached linen. He wore a quilted maroon jacket and deerskin breeks tucked into soft boots. One was short, with a shock of startling red hair, a ruddy complexion, large blue eyes and a wide, smiling mouth. As they completed their ritual, two men came up from the passenger quarters below. They began to chant their final evening ritual and now saw a great shadow in the form of a sword-bearing woman, the shape preferred by their deity in Ko, appear in the sky overhead. The captain understood them to be pledged to some sort of mission on behalf of their patroness, the Queen of the Swords. ![]() The priestesses were Lady Andra and Lady Indra of the Temple of Xiombarg in far Ko. There, in the soft depths of the sky, they detected a movement and, bowed in contemplation, listened to the distant hungry roar greeting the coming of darkness with godlike glee. On deck, two dignified priestesses of Xiombarg, wearing elaborate ceremonial quilted habits with glinting bronze crowns, stood expectantly at the ship’s rail as, softly, they called a prayer to their patron and then peered suddenly upwards. It cast long complicated shadows across a strangely wrought ship whose reflective brass flashed like eyes everywhere in the rigging. ![]() THE SUN, RIMMED in copper now and bloated as if with blood, settled upon the horizon. Chapter One: Over the Edge ONE Over the Edge ![]() ![]() ![]() But I should certainly like to narrate my experiments in the spiritual field which are known only to myself, and from which I have derived such power as I possess for working in the political field. Yet Gandhi writes: "Often the title has deeply pained me. The life of Gandhi has given fire and fiber to freedom fighters and to the untouchables of the world: hagiographers and patriots have capitalized on Mahatma myths. "My purpose," Mahatma Gandhi writes of this book, "is to describe experiments in the science of Satyagraha, not to say how good I am." Satyagraha, Gandhi's nonviolent protest movement (satya = true, agraha = firmness), came to stand, like its creator, as a moral principle and a rallying cry the principle was truth and the cry freedom. ![]() In very good condition with some toning to the spine. He called his delving into many aspects of life an 'experiment', and he succeeded in making a positive difference on so many lives. Frontispiece of the author to both volumes. Before reading this book, I would not have guessed that he had tried to commit suicide as a young man (by taking poisonous seeds), and I was thankful for the frankness with which he expresses his trials and flaws. The average reader will spend 8 hours and 14 minutes reading this book at 250 WPM. Item Number: 24096įirst editions of the Gandhi’s classic autobiography. Gandhi, Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments with Truth. ![]() |