Summer!

Today is the official first day of summer! (Really, though, I think that with temperatures that have been in the 90s°F, summer has been in full force for a while now!) It was a lovely day in my area — sunny, breezy, temperatures in the 70s°F. I spent the afternoon picking strawberries and doing other outdoor stuff. The already cut hay in the fields surrounding my home got flipped early in the afternoon and then baled in the evening. Here is the view from my bedroom window, morning and then evening:

   

The tree is fully leafed out, now. It was lovely to watch as the leaves grew visibly day by day during the spring.

May 2nd:

 

May 4th:

May 5th:

 

May 6th:

 

May 8th:

May 15th:

May 19th:

And now it is a month later, and a far cry from this (April 3rd):

I’m so glad it is summer! There is green everywhere and it is beautiful.

 

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Books I Read in the Second Half of 2017

July:

Travelling to Infinity: My Life with Stephen, by Jane Hawking — An autobiography largely about the challenges of life with a severely disabled spouse. In addition to these challenges, Jane Jones (after her divorce from Stephen Hawking, Jane married Jonathan Jones — I imagine she used the name Hawking on her book for its recognizability) also had the struggles that come with having a genius for a husband (he was, among other things, a theoretical physicist, cosmologist, and author) and her autobiography is also, to some extent, a defense of her own mental capabilities, which were not insignificant.

The author’s work to care for her family and give her children as normal a life as possible is admirable. She faced overwhelming difficulties and yet continued to persevere despite great discouragement. The fact that she did become discouraged and depressed is not surprising. It is unfortunate that, as a Christian, she looked for comfort from another man. Her indignation at her in-law’s suggestion that her third child might not be their son’s falls a little flat when she does eventually commit adultery.

Travelling to Infinity is an updated version of the author’s book Music to Move the Stars: A Life with Stephen. Time changed her perspective of those years to a certain extent and she changed her book accordingly. Among other things, the new book ends with her again being on good terms with her first husband, Stephen Hawking. Since I read the book, Stephen Hawking has died (January 8, 1942 – March 14, 2018).

I Am a Star: Child of the Holocaust, by Inge Auerbacher — A short autobiography covering the time the author spent as a child in Germany during the rise of the Nazis and then in the Terezin, or Theresienstadt, concentration camp in Czechoslovakia during World War II. At one point during her imprisonment there, the Red Cross visited and, in a propaganda film, the Nazis presented the camp as a model Jewish settlement. In preparation for this, parts of the camp were cleaned up. “Some people were given new clothing and good food to eat. A few children received chocolates and sardine sandwiches just as the commission walked past them. I was not one of the lucky ones.” The book is interspersed with poems by the author.

My Louisiana Sky, by Kimberly Willis Holt — A novel for young adults. Twelve-year old Tiger Ann Parker (I love her name!) lives in a small town with her mentally challenged parents and her grandmother. The story isn’t exactly a “coming-of-age story”, as it doesn’t follow Tiger to adulthood, but it does focus on her growth as a person — her values, her relationships, the way deals with the death of her grandmother, &c. I enjoyed the novel. I did find the ending a bit too sweet (not quite the word I want — perhaps a better one would be “self-indulgent”?), though.

The Painted Veil, by W. Somerset Maugham — I was expecting this book to be, at least partly, a love story between a man and his wife. It is not a love story. The story is about Kitty, the wife, and her growth as a woman. She begins as a spoilt young woman, who marries a boring (to her, at any rate) young doctor, Walter, to prevent her younger sister from getting married before her. She soon begins a love affair with a more exciting and experienced, but also married, man, Charlie. When Walter discovers the affair, he agrees to divorce Kitty (or, rather, allow her to divorce him) if her lover will agree to divorce his wife and marry her. Kitty quickly discovers that Charlie has no commitment to her and that Walter realized this from the beginning. Walter then takes Kitty to a cholera-infested place in China, where he works tirelessly among the sick. It is here that Kitty’s growth really begins, as she learns how better to judge people and how to be a useful person herself, not merely living for her own gratification. Her husband eventually falls ill with cholera and dies. She returns to England where she is taken in by Charlie’s wife. Although she has nothing but contempt for Charlie now, he is able to seduce her once more. Disgusted with herself, Kitty returns to her father a stronger person and dedicates herself to him and to giving her child (she discovered she was pregnant before the death of her husband, though unable to tell him whether or not he was the father) a better upbringing than she had.

While I do not recall the novel being overly graphic, it does go into enough detail with Kitty’s sexual desires to qualify it as an adult novel. I was disappointed that Kitty, although learning better judgment, continues to view her husband as petty for being bitter about her adultery and to think that it didn’t really matter. (He had his own set of issues, but that doesn’t excuse her.) Another issue I found unpalatable was Kitty’s views on the appearance of the Chinese babies she, under the direction of some French nuns, is allowed to help care for. These aside, it was an interesting novel.

The Chosen, by Chaim Potok — A novel about the friendship between two Jewish boys, Reuven Malter and Daniel Saunders. The story is told by Reuven, who attends a modern orthodox school and wants to become a rabbi. Danny is, on the other hand, from an ultra-orthodox background and wants to become a psychologist. Together they grow up and face the aftermath of the Holocaust in America and the struggles of Zionism (a subject on which their families take opposite sides). Danny’s father only talks to him when they study the talmud together. Though he is only supposed to study talmud, Danny sneaks to the library where Reuven’s father anonymously recommends literature to him, something he is able to take great advantage of, despite his limited time there, because of his photographic memory.

I actually had no idea what the storyline of The Chosen was before I read it. Perhaps that was a good thing as, although the bare storyline may sound a little dry, the book was fascinating.

August:

Their Eyes Were Watching God, by Zora Neale Hurston, read by Ruby Dee — A story in which the heroine, the very beautiful Janie Crawford, goes through three husbands, finally finding love with the third. Her first husband was a much older man she was coerced into marrying by her grandmother for the sake of security and protection. Although her husband is fond of her, he doesn’t communicate that to Janie, instead treating her more like a housekeeper who doesn’t do enough around the farm. As a result, she runs off with the more flashy Joe Starks. (Apparently the process of running away qualified as a divorce, hopefully for Janie’s husband as well as herself — either that or she commits bigamy.) Joe is an ambitious man who builds a general store in a small town which quickly begins to grow. He is very successful and is soon elected mayor. However, he basically treats Janie as a trophy wife, is very controlling of her, and publicly criticizes and humiliates her. When she finally lashes back at him, his pride is so hurt he refuses to see her again. He soon dies, leaving Janie a rich widow. She eventually meets and falls in love with a younger man, Tea Cake. Janie leaves the town and the two get married. Tea Cake and Janie truly love each other, treat each other as equals, and are happy.

Though of her three husbands, Tea Cake was the only one to really respect her, he certainly isn’t perfect. Beating your wife (even if you aren’t really hurting her) is not an appropriate way of showing your possession, I don’t care if you are jealous or not. Though Janie finally finds the love she has dreamed of, the story has a sad ending.

Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress, by Dai Sijie, translated from the French by Ina Rilke — A novel about the power of stories. In the process of showing this, the book shows also the importance of choosing carefully the kinds of stories one fills one’s head and life with. Like The Painted Veil, I would categorize this as an adult novel.

September:

The Teacher’s Funeral: A Comedy in Three Parts, by Richard Peck — I’ve read this before. This time, I read it aloud to some of my younger siblings who found it hilarious, of course!

The Neverending Story, by Michael Ende, translated from the German by Ralph Manheim, read by Gerard Doyle (Tantor Audio, 2012) — I read somewhere that this was a book about the art of storytelling. It turned out to be a long fantasy novel for children. Some of it was interesting, some of it was boring. I think it went on too long — rather a danger with a book having the word never-ending in its title! The main character is Bastian Balthazar Bux. He is a fat, fearful little boy who loves books. He begins reading a special book whose story turns out to be happening as he reads. The story concerns a boy named Atreyu who is sent on a mission to find the one person who can save the life of the Childlike Empress. Unsurprisingly, this person turns out to be Bastian. When Bastian enters the story he is reading, he saves the Childlike Empress by giving her a new name, which I thought was an interesting concept. The author had a lot of interesting ideas, but I think they fizzled out at the end. Also, the book felt like a string of stories: one would end and I would have to get interested all over again in a new one. Some of the stuff towards the end about stories vs reality and lies and such was ridiculous. Honestly, I probably only finished reading this because I had it on audiobook along with a long, quiet job scrubbing wallpaper glue off walls.

October:

Invisible Cities, by Italo Calvino, translated from the Italian by William Weaver — “Futures not achieved are only branches of the past: dead branches.” That is one of my favourite quotations from Invisible Cities. It is an intriguing novel, but that has nothing to do with the plot, because it doesn’t really have one. Nothing really happens beyond Marco Polo describing cities to Kublai Khan. Part of its interest comes from its structure and the names of the cities.

I didn’t always appreciate the view of women presented. Still, one of my favourite cities, I think, was Zobeide, along with Thekla. Even better than the descriptions of cities, though, I most enjoyed the intermittent conversations between Marco Polo and the emperor. The quotation above is from one of these conversations. So is the following:

I have also thought of a model city from which I deduce all the others …. It is a city made only of exceptions, exclusions, incongruities, contradictions. If such a city is the most improbable, by reducing the number of abnormal elements, we increase the probability that the city really exists. So I have only to subtract exceptions from my model, and in whatever direction I proceed, I will arrive at one of the cities which, always as an exception, exist. But I cannot force my operation beyond a certain limit: I would achieve cities too probable to be real.

An Accomplished Woman, by Jude Morgan — Once in a while, I end up reading some Jane Austen novel continuation, re-write, or imitation. I am almost invariably disappointed and this time was no exception. An Accomplished Woman is set during the Regency period and obviously borrows characteristics and situations from Jane Austen’s novels, but without her wit, consistency, and good sense. The heroine, Lydia Templeton, is every bit as self-deluded as Jane Austen’s Emma Wodehouse, but without her cleverness, despite that apparently being the quality everyone ascribes to her. She is very fond of drinking, though, which perhaps accounts for her mental confusion. Still, if you want a harmless novel to read that doesn’t rely too heavily on logic — perhaps when one is in bed with a head cold — you could do worse.

November:

Runny Babbit: A Billy Sook, by Shel Silverstein — A book of the author’s poems published posthumously. As the title suggests, the book is full of spoonerisms. Some of them are better than others. I think my favourite was “Runny Bakes a Tath”:

“Runny had to bake a tath
Before they’d sive him gupper.
He got so tungry in the hub,
He ate the rat of mubber.
He chewed his dubber rucky up,
He gulped boap subbles, too.
But what upset his mamma most
Was shrinking the dampoo.”

Runny Babbit’s mamma sometimes has to leave him “Rittle Leminders” like: “Stop faking maces”, “Rean up your cloom”, “Hash you wands”, “Don’t mew with your chouth full”, “Don’t sight with your fister”, “Use your slapkin not your neeve”, “Don’t nick your pose”, “Take those looks to the bibrary”, and “Shake a tower”.

December:

Mansfield Park, by Jane Austen, read by Johanna Ward — As I have an entire blog devoted to Jane Austen’s novels, specifically Mansfield Park, I won’t say anything about the novel itself here except that it is about the greatest novel ever. (I might be slightly biased by the fact that it is my favorite novel.) However, I will say that Johanna Ward read it beautifully! I think that, of all the audio renditions of Mansfield Park I have listened to, this is my favourite — despite the fact that Ms. Ward inexplicably referred to Edmund Bertram as Edward the first time he was mentioned.

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Paintings: “Claude Monet (The Reader)” by Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1841-1919) and “The New Novel” by Winslow Homer (1836-1910).

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Wild Waves Whist

“Come unto these yellow sands,
    And then take hands;
Curtsied when you have and kiss’d,
    The wild waves whist …”
— William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act I, Scene II

If you like Shakespeare as much as I do, you may be interested in Erin Nelsen Parekh’s new Shakespeare for Babies project. Last year, she came out with the beautiful Behowl the Moon board book, featuring a passage from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream and charming illustrations by Mehrdokht Amini. Now she is using Kickstarter to fund another book using text from Shakespeare’s The Tempest. If you are interesting in being a part of this project, the fundraising is on until May 19. You can read more about it, see some of the lovely illustrations, and make a pledge on the Kickstarter page: “Shakespeare for babies: real literature to read on a lap”. Those who participate can come away with some fun rewards — copies of the book, notecards, art prints, etc. You can even be part of a scholarship to send out copies of The Wild Waves Whist “to a school, library, or kid that needs a break.” Behowl the Moon turned out delightful and, from the looks of it, The Wild Waves Whist will be just as captivating.

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Books I Read During the First Half of 2017

January:

Phineas Finn, by Anthony Trollope, read by various readers for LibriVox.org — Phineas Finn was not so bad in the book as in the TV series. He is not so whiny and is more upright. I did not like Lady Laura, who purposely antagonized her husband and tried to make him feel guilty when he was concerned about her.

Lady in Waiting, by Rosemary Sutcliff — A historical novel about Bess Throckmorton and Sir Walter Ralegh. The title describes both Bess’s position in Queen Elizabeth’s court and her life as Ralegh’s wife.

Central Park, by Debra White Smith — I read this because it is a modern retelling of Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park. For a “Christian” novel whose main characters are committed to sexual purity, this books is oddly obsessed with physical attraction. You’d think they could find something else with which to occupy their minds. It is largely occupied with details about the exact length of the skirts, how much make-up the characters wear, what size their hips are, their brand of perfume, what their jackets are made out of, their favorite candle scents, &c.

February:

The Eustace Diamonds, by Anthony Trollope, read by Simon Vance — Lizzie Eustace is an entertaining antiheroine. She is not a bright woman, who spends her time lying and conniving. Her shenanigans receive an amusingly fitting reward. I did not much like her cousin Frank. I am of the opinion that a man shouldn’t ask a poor woman to marry him until he has decided which means most to him — love or money.

Shakespeare’s Daughters, by Sharon Hamilton — This is not a book about Shakespeare’s biological daughters, Susanna and Judith Shakespeare, but a study of father-daughter relationships in several of Shakespeare’s plays. It is divided into various categories, such as obedient daughters, rebellious daughters, &c. The author’s perspective on a number of the women in Shakespeare’s plays was interesting. For example, she opined the idea that one of the reasons Desdemona (one of the rebellious daughters) ended up dead was her father’s rejection of her and her subsequent isolation.

March:

Phineas Redux, by Anthony Trollope, read by various readers for LibriVox.org — More about Phineas Finn. In here, he is accused of murder. Lizzie Eustace is again a character and, in the end, it is rumoured that she is about to marry Lord George de Bruce Carruthers, who thought about marrying her in The Eustace Diamonds, but ultimately decided she was too hot to handle.

Sam the Sudden, by P. G. Wodehouse — One of my favorite Wodehouse novels. I read it aloud to a couple of my younger siblings (aged twelve and fifteen), fellow Wodehouse enthusiasts. Naturally, they enjoyed it immensely.

April:

The Prime Minister, by Anthony Trollope, read by various readers for LibriVox.org — The Duke, Plantagenet Palliser, becomes Prime Minister, much more to his wife’s delight than his own. Unfortunately, when he most needs her comfort, she prefers to vex him. I liked her better in Can You Forgive Her? The slimy Ferdinand Lopez is introduced and poor Emily Wharton learns that you shouldn’t marry a man whose profession you don’t even know.

A Month in the Country: A Comedy in Five Acts, by Ivan Turgenev, translated from the Russian by Constance Garnett — I had this on my computer and read it to pass an idle hour or two. Everyone is in love with the wrong person, but I’m not sure I would categorize it as a comedy anyway.

May:

The Duke’s Children, by Anthony Trollope, read by various readers for LibriVox.org — The last of Anthony Trollope’s Palliser novels. I made it through the entire series! As the title suggests, the novel is largely about the Duke’s dealings with his children. Poor Plantagenet, nothing goes the way he wants. The American Isabel Boncassen was fun. I liked Lady Mabel Grex for a while, but ended by disliking her. I don’t approve of anyone trying to marry someone while in love with someone else. And then she tried to make Silverbridge feel guilty for not marrying her. Not nice.

Autobiography of Anthony Trollope, by Anthony Trollope, read by Jessica Louise for LibriVox.org — Anthony Trollope covered quite a variety of topics in his autobiography: an overview of his life and circumstances that shaped it, a defense of the novel, the art of novel-writing, his opinions of his own novels, his opinions of various contemporary novelists, a sprinkling of his political views, &c. He seemed to be a hardworking, good-humoured, sensible sort of man. I particularly enjoyed reading his views on Charles Dickens. I must partly disagree, however, with his assessment of the merits of George Eliot’s novels — while he seems to favor the character Tito in Romola, that particular novel and its characters are among my least favorite of her works.

One interesting tidbit that was included in a chapter about his family is this: “Then my brother Tom and I were left to [my mother],—with the destiny before us three of writing more books than were probably ever before produced by a single family. My married sister added to the number by one little anonymous high church story, called Chollerton.” (Ch. 2) Further on in the chapter, Anthony Trollope records the number of volumes his mother produced: 114 (“of which the first was not written till she was fifty”!). Counting from a bibliography of his works, Anthony Trollope wrote 47 novels, 12 collections of short stories, 17 works of non-fiction (including his autobiography), and 2 plays, for a total of 76 volumes, if you don’t count the plays and irrespective of his various articles and his letters. According to one source, his brother, Thomas A. Trollope, wrote 60 volumes, in addition to his periodic and journalistic work. Those, combined with the sister’s novel, make for a total of 251 volumes. That is, indeed, a sizable contribution to literature from the Trollope family!

June:

The Divine Comedy (The Inferno, The Purgatoria, & The Paradiso), by Dante Alighieri, translated by Charles Eliot Norton, read by Pam Ward — I think I would have gotten more out of this if I had been reading an annotated edition explaining who all the mentioned historical people were. It wouldn’t have flowed as well, however. I found Hell and Purgatory more interesting than Heaven, largely because I could understand what was going on better.

“O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?” — Purgatorio, Canto XII, lines 95-96.

Alice in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll, read by Michael York; Once Upon a Fairy Tale, produced by Karen Kushell of the STARBRIGHT Foundation, told and performed by various artists; and Lord Emsworth and Others, by P. G. Wodehouse, read by Nigel Lambert — I went on a very long car ride with five children. We whiled away the time with cookies, muffins, and audiobooks. Alice in Wonderland is a favorite in my home. Once Upon a Fairy Tale was new to the kids. It isn’t very long, but is very well done. It consists of four fairy tales retold by various artists. For example, “Little Red Riding Hood” features Glenn Close as Red’s mother, Robin Williams as Wolf von Big Baden, Bruce Willis as the Woodcutter, Oprah Winfrey as Red’s grandmother, and Lisa Kudrow as Hannah Milner Primrose Red Brown. All four tales are delightfully funny. Some of the “nine glorious episodes” in Lord Emsworth and Others, by P. G. Wodehouse were new to me. The first story, where the Efficient Baxter gets shot numerous times with an air-gun, was the general favorite. Nigel Lambert did a remarkably good job rendering Wodehouse’s genius.

Cheaper by the Dozen, by Frank B. Gilbreth Jr. and Ernestine Gilbreth Carey — I read this aloud to my youngest siblings. They enjoyed it and are begging me to read the sequel to them. Even one of them who won’t usually sit through the books I read to them, stuck around for almost all of it.

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Paintings: At a book by Marie Bashkirtseff, circa 1882, and Reading a Story by James Jacques Joseph Tissot.

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“But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.”

“I had a little tea party,
This afternoon at three;
’Twas very small,
Three guests in all,
Just I, myself, and me.

“Myself ate up the sandwiches,

 

 

 

 

While I drank up the tea,

’Twas also I Who ate the pie

 

 

 

 

And passed the cake to me.” — Jessica Nelson North

 

 

 

 

A couple of months ago, I was visiting my sister and cousins, and they gave me a tea party. We had cucumber sandwiches (because, what is a tea party without cucumber sandwiches?), lemon berry scones, tarts, and, of course, tea.

The cucumber sandwiches were on freshly made bread. The lemon scones were filled with a mix of blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries, turning them pretty, marbled pink and purple colors. The crusts for the tarts were cut with a flower-shaped cutter, giving them adorable scalloped edges. Half of them were mint chocolate custard with whipped cream, the others were savory onion. I don’t know what the name of the tea was, but I believe it contained lavender. It was accompanied by creamer and sugar bowl. We partook from my aunt’s lovely tea service.

Quotations: Poem “Three Guests” by Jessica Nelson North, first published 1912 in St. Nicholas: An Illustrated Magazine for Young Folks. Title (“nothing but tea”) from Mansfield Park by Jane Austen, chapter 19. “The solemn procession” quotation from the same novel, chapter 34.

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Books I Read in November & December 2016

In November I read:

The Lightning Thief, by Rick Riordan — I read this one aloud to some of my siblings, who enjoyed it immensely. It is funny and exciting. It is something of a mystery story, too, and we entertained ourselves coming up with possible outcomes. We also ended much more familiar with Greek gods and goddesses, &c. than we began.

One thing I didn’t like was the occasional attempt to twist reality into the alternate world the author created. For example, in the underworld, a sham preacher is punished and one of the characters wonders how the preacher feels faced with something so different from what he claimed to believe. The answer is that, since “he believes in a different hell”, he probably isn’t “seeing this place the way we’re seeing it [meaning, the way it is] … Humans see what they want to see.” There were only a very few scattered instances of this, so it wasn’t really a problem, just an annoyance.

young-woman-reading-alfred-stevensCan You Forgive Her?, by Anthony Trollope, read by Simon Vance — This is the first of Anthony Trollope’s six “Palliser” novels. I decided to read it before finishing the “Barsetshire” series because it was published before the last of those. The Palliser novels shift from the clerical scene (of the Barsetshire novels) to the political scene. I already knew the storyline of Can You Forgive Her? from having watched the series The Pallisers. From the movie, I made the assumption that the book would be about Lady Glencora and was surprised to find that the “Her” of the title is actually Alice Vavasor. Besides Alice, the story is largely about the marriage of Plantagenet Palliser and Lady Glencora (their wedding is briefly mentioned towards the end of The Small House at Allington).

Plantagenet and Glencora were realistic people, both with their admirable and likable points, but neither in any way perfect. Glencora’s struggles and Plantagenet’s obliviousness were sympathetically portrayed. Glencora had been in love with a rake, but was prevented from marrying him. “Alas, she had loved him! It is possible that her love and her wealth might have turned him from evil to good. But who would have ventured to risk her,—I will not say her and her vast inheritances,—on such a chance? That evil, however, had been prevented, and those about her had managed to marry her to a young man, very steady by nature, with worldly prospects as brilliant as her own …” (chapter 24) I was reminded of Doctor Thorne and the title character’s desire that Sir Louis Scatcherd find a wife. In Can You Forgive Her?, however, Anthony Trollope came down more solidly against the idea of marriage as a means to reform a dissolute man.

Anthony Trollope liked to have more than one storyline going at a time and he managed to keep them all interesting. When he switched from one set of characters to another, though I sometimes wished I could stay with the one set, it wouldn’t be long before the current storyline had me interested again.

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In December I read:

The Last Chronicle of Barset, by Anthony Trollope, read by various readers for LibriVox.org — As the title suggests, this is the last of Anthony Trollope’s six Barsetshire novels. It is peopled with many of the characters of the previous novels. Lily Dale and Johnny Eames (from The Small House at Allington) were back, just as annoying as they were before. With them, in fact, it was largely a replay of the last novel, with Lily unable to make up her mind to accept Johnny, and Johnny getting himself involved with another woman, despite being warned against it. I wouldn’t blame Lily for being sick of the name Johnny, though, as every one, whether they’ve met her before or not, seems to make it their business to talk of him to her.

lady-in-blue-alfred-stevensMark Robarts and his wife, Lady Ludlow, and all that set (from Framley Parsonage) made their appearance. Mrs. Thorne (Miss Dunstable from Doctor Thorne) marries off a cousin. Dr. Grantly (from The Warden and Barchester Towers) is back in full force. Even Mr. Harding makes a few appearances. The main couple of the story, Grace Crawley and Henry Grantly, were both introduced as children in the previous books. I wasn’t sure whether I would approve of Henry Grantly, but I ended up liking him.

The story could be looked at as a mystery. Mr. Crawley (Grace’s father, a character from Framley Parsonage) is accused of stealing a check for twenty-pounds. He himself doesn’t know how it came into his possession. It was not difficult to guess what happened, however, and the interest of the story comes from the people, not the plot.

I liked Grace Crawley. However, I reject the idea that, with a father accused of theft, she is no longer fit for marriage to a decent man and must, as far as any of them could tell, remain a spinster in consequence. I can see how she might want to wait to engage herself until things had been settled one way or the other. Such a cloud over her family would certainly lessen her joy in making plans for her own future.

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Paintings: Young Woman Reading and Lady in Blue by Alfred Stevens (1823 – 1906).

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Birds of a Feather

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“Birds of a feather flock together.” My family has quite a variety of chicken breeds, but these Silver Laced Wyandottes do like to stick together.

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