Last week we made one of the shortest bicycle trips we regularly make. Up the street, along a few speed bumps, past a busy crossing, and we are in the wood. It’s just a short distance from buildings to wood,…
The sentence: “It was strange at once to be so familiar yet so separated.” sums up this novel venry well.
A novel about family, art and language. A meditative novel without much of a story. The narrator alternates thoughts about the nature of life with memories, sparse conversations with her mother and phonecalls with her sister.
A beautiful, unassuming book. The narrator Kazu lives in a camp for the homeless near Ueno station. He tells the story of his life. Born in the same year as emperor Hirohito he lived a humble life paralel to that of the emperor.
Following two blogposts of literary British literary highlights from the 20th century. I like to pay attention to a mid 19th century successful crime novel. I read this book some years ago in December.
This novel is one of my favourites, because of the splendid descriptions of nearly everything from the impressive landscape and natural surroundings, to the frequent social encounters of the many characters, which sometimes seem to lead to friendship but can also be awkward and then lead to awkward situations and to conflicts.
Last winter I had planned to write in summer about the roadsides flowering abundantly by the bicycle routes we frequently take. Meanwhile, June is here, but the roadsides along the bicycle routes are bare, grass and vegetation cut short.
This novel is the first on my list because I think it’s a wonderful novel, and I re-read it time and again. It is an autobiographical novel by Virginia Woolf, written in the stream of consciousness style.
I love to read, and I would like to spend a part of this blog on books, or on the subject of reading. I don’t quite know yet in what form I‘m going to do it. I’m still thinking about it. I read books of different genres, both fiction and nonfiction.
I went on a weekend trip to Terschelling with two friends, some years ago. We stayed in a summerhouse with a nautical name, in West aan Zee. When I was on Terschelling once again, a year ago, I tried to find that specific cottage again but didn’t succeed