How to live a meaningful life, according to Frankl
Literary style inspiration: The Magic Mountain
How to live a better life, according to Ray Bradbury
Always look up: Learning how to wonder
Rolling with James Joyce on an Irish hill
Ode to the bookish girls
Tea with Frances Towers
“She stood there, drowning in summer woes.”
She could have gone outside, but she wouldn’t.
She had spent the winter months thinking about the forthcoming days of summer, waiting in anticipation, longing for the days of nonchalance and daydreaming of white cotton dresses, but now, all she did was frown and pace in the summer house, feeling distant from the other tourists frolicking on the beach.
“Sundays are for lace and familia…”
I attended a small gathering on Sunday afternoon on the patio of this Italian palazzo. I wasn’t sure what the occasion was but it looked fun with young women donning pop socks and cat eyeliners, wrinkles and hair brooches on the older ones; little boys running circles around the waiters and so much bread and cannoli. CONTINUE READING...
I met Emma Bovary yesterday afternoon. I was walking along the fields and I saw her leaning on the windowsill with an empty gaze, looking towards the clouds. She must have noticed I was approaching her because she grabbed a duster from behind her and started dusting the windowsill, stopping to fixate on a stain. CONTINUE READING...