“Sing your song. Dance your dance. Tell your tale.” – Frank McCourt
“There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.” – W.B. Yeats
“I think there’s something about the Irish experience – that we had to have a sense of humor or die” – Frank McCourt
Rosie wants to learn what happened to a friend of her grandma’s who disappeared after the Bloody Sunday of 1920. Unexplicably, she finds herself back then
Flanders, 1920. It’s a pile of gold that will make all the crew unbelievably rich. There’s enough gold for everyone in the secret WWI dugout. Or is it?
March links roundup is especially stuffed with things comingup on this blog: book blogs, book relaunches, books related scavenger hunts. And Tolkien!
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that – Samuel Beckett
“We can surmount the anger we feel. To find oneself like a young tree inside a tomb is to discover the power to crack the tomb and grow up to any height.” Elizabeth Bowen (quote)
Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port – Irish Murdoch
‘I don’t think that’s so, Michael. I think you wanted Alice to be your girl. And when she said no and no again, you decided to punish her.’ ‘Punish her?’ Carmody seemed genuinely puzzled. ‘Wha’ de ya mean?’ ‘I mean that you waited for her on the way home from work and killed her. And…
An accurate historical novel set during the Irish Civil War, when the rootless black and tan troops where sent to Ireland. Loyalty, betrayal, life, death.
Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home – James Joyce