G is for Gargoyle

My hus­band picked out The Gar­goyle by Andrew David­son for me at our local library.  The only rea­son the book caught his eye was that I’m a big fan of gar­goyles (and grotesques) so he thought I might enjoy it.  I picked it up and almost put it down again because it was a love story.  And I don’t usu­ally read romances. Yet the word ‘gar­goyle’ is com­pelling to me so I checked it out anyway. I got home and gave myself a dead­line of 2 chap­ters.  That way I could l tell my hus­band ‘thank you very much but the [ ... ]
Category: Fiction  4 Comments

F” is for the “Fable of Frankenstein”

“I saw the pale stu­dent of unhal­lowed arts kneel­ing beside the thing he had put together. I saw the hideous phan­tasm of a man stretched out, and then, on the work­ing of some pow­er­ful engine, show signs of life, and stir with an uneasy, half vital motion. Fright­ful must it be; for SUPREMELY fright­ful would be the effect of any human endeav­our to mock the stu­pen­dous mech­a­nism of the Cre­ator of the world.” (Mary Shel­ley, 1816)

E” is for Emily Dickinson

“E” is for Emily Dick­in­son which mixes quite well with Lyn’s “E” is for “Eng­lish Teachers”. For it was in high-school a really sen­si­tive, intro­verted teen-age girl was intro­duced to Emily Dick­in­son and her world.

E is for English Teachers

When I started High School (some 25 years ago… gosh where did the time go?) I was intro­duced to the world of good and the not so good Eng­lish teach­ers.  Unfor­tu­nately the first cou­ple of years the teach­ers which took my class fell into the lat­ter cat­e­gory.  I still remem­ber their faces, and if I search the dark cor­ners of those lit­tle grey cells I find their names.  But over­all they remain unremarkable. In my 4th year at High School I got a ‘good one’. And that changed my whole per­spec­tive on bor­ing Eng­lish.  My teacher, Mr. B, was short in statue but [ ... ]
Category: Ramblings  7 Comments

D is for Da Vinci Code

I think, bar­ing some yet to be dis­cov­ered tribes in the deep­est parts of the Ama­zon, I was the last per­son on Earth to read the Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. I bor­rowed a copy from a friend at the place where I was work­ing then returned it com­pletely read in about 3 days.  For me the Da Vinci Code isn’t a great piece of lit­er­a­ture — it’s a good paced story rea­son­ably told which opens up the mind to pos­si­bil­i­ties.  Of course, it’s writ­ten as fic­tion so we all *know* it’s made up.  But it does pose the ques­tion [ ... ]

C” is for the “Cat who Walked by Himself”!

Cats are where it’s at… and that’s where I’m going to stop try­ing to write a Dr. Seuss type of blog post. Instead I’ll blog about a few of my favorite famous, fic­tional cats, because my own cats are in the process of writ­ing a blog with me, so every­one will have to wait to meet them.

Goblin Universe by Ted Holiday

I ordered this book from my local library for my hus­band because I saw it men­tioned some­where by some­one and I actu­ally remem­bered the title 10 min­utes later.  It’s not a new book and I had to wait sev­eral weeks for the librar­i­ans to dig it out of the county store as it was buried amongst all the other ‘old’ and obscure books.  You can find sec­ond hand copies on Ama­zon I believe and if you’re inter­ested have a word with your local library because they may just have a copy lurk­ing in the base­ment somewhere. Don’t be fooled by the [ ... ]
Category: Paranormal  One Comment

B” is for “Babar”!

I was rumi­nat­ing over and over ask­ing myself “who or what can I write about with the let­ter “B” besides “Bar­ney, the Dinosaur” who is one of my worst night­mares. This is my first post on ABC Wednes­days, so I wanted to write about some­one I was really fond of.

A is for Alice In Wonderland

When I was 8 or 9 my par­ents’ friend came to visit us from Canada.  I loved it when he’d visit because he always brought presents.  Not lit­tle tourist trin­kets either — he shopped at Har­rods.  On this visit he gave me a red, leather bound book of Alice in Wonderland. I’d never owned a book any­where near as fancy as that.  And I’m not sure if it was for that rea­son, or for some­thing com­pletely dif­fer­ent, I never read it. Alice in Won­der­land moved with me through house moves and sat, quite proudly on my book­shelf.  Unread until about 5 [ ... ]