A young woman named May Calthorpe has become obsessed with a novel called Love in a Cloud -- and she's taken her interest in the book one step further by striking up a correspondence with the book's anonymous author.
What begins as a harmless literary crush soon snowballs into a madcap comedy of errors. A Book o' Nine Tales.
Looking for a sophisticated and entertaining collection of short stories to add to your must-read list? This collection of tales is interwoven with an imaginative series of "interludes" that enhance and expand on the stories' themes. The Diary of a Saint. This unique work of fiction presented in the form of a year-long diary draws a wonderfully three-dimensional portrait of a woman named Ruth Privet.
Though not a saint in the religious sense of the word -- indeed, Ruth has a great deal of disdain for theological dogmatism -- she has dedicated her life to cleaning up after the mistakes of others. It's an inspirational message and an exceedingly engaging read. In this charming collection of short stories from American poet and journalist Arlo Bates, weighty subjects are addressed with lighthearted wit. In the title tale, a family finds itself on the brink of collapse as a result of the resident specter's mischievous shenanigans.
The other stories run the gamut in terms of subject matter, but all are satisfying and fun to read. A Book O' Nine Tales.
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The author's correspondence with many Cairns writers is in the collection. Whisper Network. Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine.
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The Girl On The Page. The Ditch.
The Beekeeper of Aleppo. A Lifetime of Impossible Days.
The Roadhouse. The White Girl. Let's Hope for the Best.
A Constant Hum. The Farm. The Forgotten Letters of Esther Durrant.
My Name is Monster. On December 7, venerated indie label 4AD released deluxe reissues of all three albums by This Mortal Coil, effectively rereleasing their ethereal dream-pop into our annual, wintry mix of sentimentality and seasonal affective disorder.
They fit so perfectly here in the twilight shadows of the season, when the heightened emotions and lack of vitamin D makes everything seem just a little more poignant and overwhelming, and all our romantic reveries inevitably get suffused with melancholy — drawing closer to our loved ones as another year turns cold and dead around us. I want this song. Lynch did so, grudgingly.
Still, their attempt at mimicry had produced its own happy accident, a bruised, celestial form of synth-pop that was perhaps softer and brighter than This Mortal Coil, but no less stilling. This Mortal Coil was about improvisation and free creative expression, along with letting a bunch of post-punk, goth-rock, and New Wave musicians set aside all their angular aggressions and be pretty.