So it seems the movie trailer is everywhere as of late, but yes it is actually based on a book which was released a couple of years back. Check out my full review here. And remember to update your readers as I have finally moved!
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So after owning the domain name for this blog for the last 4 years, I’ve FINALLY gotten around to switching it over!
What’s changed? Besides the URL, nothing much! You’ll still be able to follow my biblio adventures with some interviews, recipes and inspiration on the side for good measure over at www.atnumber11.com
So I was browsing the shelves of my regular bookstore, and came across these. Have you seen anything cuter??!
I am now obsessed and must have them all. See how they’ve even numbered them?? They know how book addicts work. So I had to go back and buy more.
You can find out more about this collection here. At only $1.99 they make great small gifts or fillers…or, say if you’re an addict and had to buy them all it’s not too hard on the back pocket!
The Italian Riviera, Hollywood, the 60’s and romance…what’s not to love?
I fell in love with this book from the first paragraph…
‘The dying actress arrived in his village the only way one could come directly—in a boat that motored into the cove, lurched past the rock jetty, and bumped against the end of the pier. She wavered a moment in the boat’s stern, then extended a slender hand to grip the mahogany railing; with the other, she pressed a wide-brimmed hat against her head. All around her, shards of sunlight broke on the flickering waves.’
Pasquale Tursi owns a hotel on a desolate (fictitious) island clamped to the rear of the stunning Cinque Terre. Left to look after the crumbling hotel after his father’s death, the clings to the idea of American movie stars visiting his intimate (read: tiny) island, and works to finish creating the beach and tennis court on the cliffs which he is certain will bring them there. In his spare time, he tries to convince the owners of the Cinque Terre to include his little dot into their fold – after all, Sei Terre is so much easier on the tongue, no?
So I jumped at the chance to do this post, which first appeared on Lipstick & Motherhood, a great new blog I stumbled across that covers all things from beauty, motherhood, fitness and more!
Ok, so that title is quite a claim, but I stand by it!
As many of my readers know, I am a bookworm. Reading relaxes my mind, transports me into other worlds, and makes my life all the richer. Because of this, it makes me sad when people tell me they’re just not into reading, or they used to love it when they were younger but can’t get back into it. I think this is a huge shame, and firmly believe it’s a case of a bad or inappropriate book.
Without further ado, check out my list of books guaranteed to get those pages turning!
Shadow of the wind series – Carlos Ruiz Zafon
The city of Barcelona pulses alive in this gothic tale filled with mystery, suspense and romance. It’s a very readable trilogy, with the pages flying as you try and unravel the mystery 10 year old Daniel Sempere stumbles upon when he ‘adopts’ a novel from the Cemetery of Forgotten Books. The writing is beautiful, and the story gripping. Good luck putting it down!
So if you’ve checked out my book log lately, I’ve taken a well needed break from my usual genres of choice and settled nicely into chic lit. I’ve gone through quite a few books, but there’s been one book I literally couldn’t put down, and that has been Close Up by Aussie author Kate Forster. I’ve read one of her novels before, but this one is definitely my favourite (so far!).
The novel is set in Hollywood, and tells the story of Zoe Green, power broker to the stars, and one of her clients and closest friends, Continue reading
I encourage anyone who hasn’t read this book to seriously put down whatever you’re doing, and hop to it. I picked it up last Saturday night, and when I put it down what felt like 3 minutes later, (but was actually closer to 2 hours) I was halfway through. It’s Hannah Kent’s debut novel, and the story itself of how the book came to be written is extraordinary. The writing is truly something else, lyrical but yet taut and very atmospheric- I read it with a growing sense of foreboding which I felt I could almost reach out and touch.
It’s based on the true story of Agnes Magnúsdóttir, the last woman to be exiled in Iceland for her part in the murders of Natan Ketilsson and Pétur Jónsson in 1828. The novel tells the story of her last few months, in a combination of first person narrative and through the eyes of those around her- which I thought was a nice touch to keep the story moving, and not at all as jarring as it can feel penned by a lessor author. Some voices are sympathetic, like the young and compassionate preacher, Reverend Thorvadur “Tóti” Jónsson who Is Agnes’ self requested confessor, used as a vehicle for Agnes to voice her side of the story. Continue reading