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Well Im listening to "The Ocean at the end of the Lane "by Neil gamain and also reading "Bridge of scarlet leaves " by Kristina McMorris so far Im enjoying both .Have not had much time to read though so im hoping I will find the time .
About The Goldfinch - there is this one beautiful line "But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead."
I can't help but think that the writer has lost someone dear enough to her to know all about grief.
I was wondering if it was a more or less (more more than less) nice way to let some senders of glurgy emails know they are glurgy?
I don't really get glurgy emails anymore but I see lots of glurgy things on Facebook. I just skip over those.
I started The Wishing Box by Dashka Slater last night. It was a Kindle daily deal. Only read about 10 pages before falling asleep, but I liked those, so I'm hopeful.
About The Goldfinch - there is this one beautiful line "But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back, I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illumined in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty, that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead."
I can't help but think that the writer has lost someone dear enough to her to know all about grief.
For me grief was a rise of strangling anxiety that gave me palpitations and the inability to breathe, making me feel that it was me that was dying, rather than my mom who was already dead, but I know what you mean.
"Glurgy" will come in handy if you're writing a poem and need a word to rhyme with "clergy."
I think "glurgy" has a hard-G, like "icebergy", so you are pretty much stuck with the last word in the dictionary, "zymurgy", to rhyme with "clergy". Or "metallurgy". Or "energy".
I think "glurgy" has a hard-G, like "icebergy", so you are pretty much stuck with the last word in the dictionary, "zymurgy", to rhyme with "clergy". Or "metallurgy". Or "energy".
You're bringing me down, dude.
But I also feel a limerick circling around my brain.
Im reading "Iced: by Carol Higgins Clark
I just lover her books great mystery and humor all around, I almost finished in a day and that was with working 8 hours hehe
OK, I have now read about 60 pages of "Wolf Hall", and I'm going to go way out on a limb. I haven't read a writer like Hillary Mantel since (are you ready?) Tolstoy.
Okay, JT, I owe you an apology for giving you a ration when I picked up my copy of "Wolf Hall" from the library, about it being such a tome. I am within 100 (large print) pages of finishing it, and I've already checked out it's sequel, "Bring up the Bodies." Sadly, I could not get the Kindle version, so I am going to make do with the audio version. I cannot hold another monster book for so long, again. My hands just ache from the reading!
And, I agree with you about her being every bit as powerful as Tolstoy. I have been as enthralled with it as I was with "War and Peace," which is one of the five books I would want if I could only have five.
I was wondering if it was a more or less (more more than less) nice way to let some senders of glurgy emails know they are glurgy?
That's how I first encountered the term, as a descriptor for sickly sweet emails and websites with an overabundance of angels, unicorns farting sparkly rainbows and faux Native American imagery.
Thankfully those seem to have become less popular. Or, maybe I just got better at scaring away people who sent me such nonsense.
FWIW, I pronounce it to rhyme with clergy - first g hard, second soft.
I just finished Grisham's Sycamore Row. Good, but not as good as A Time to Kill. I thought it had a weak and improbable ending, that I saw coming from about half-way through the book.
Next up! a long way gone, memoirs of a boy soldier in Sierra Leone. I wanted to read it when it came out, then forgot, and a friend just gave it to me.
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