The first two relate to birthday CDs burned for me by the girls. Becca did one called "Fire and Hemlock", complete with the Nowhere, New Hero etc sections. Some great songs on it, though she's told me I have to use my brain such as it is atm, and figure out some of the trickier songs and how they relate to the book. But completely independently Younger Daughter made me an album called 'Hold On', and if you don't know how that relates to Fire and Hemlock, I think there's some reading you might want to do. (The titles don't all fit, but include: 'We Rule the School'; 'You Really Got a Hold on Me'; 'Love Will Tear Us Apart', and 'Hold On, Hold On'. Cool, eh?)
Another meaning may be self-admonition, and yet another just verification that I will be back and book-talking soon - Monday, I hope. Unless the rain washes away this part of the world completely by then, in which case, all bets are off. (Yes, I know people outside the British Isles think it rains here all the time anyway, but it honestly doesn't. This has been unreal, and is threatening brain-rot of the worst sort, along with the other things that are mouldering away.)
Just about to finish off reread number umpteen of Rosemary Sutcliff's Eagle of the Ninth. This was a co-ordinated read with
steepholm and was done with intent. I've been fascinated at the different perspectives the book offers - this time I've been keeping an eye on how she manages to do what's really a pretty neat trick and ease the reader into accepting that the Romans in early Britain were to become 'us' rather than remaining hated invader. I've always loved the wonderful way she shows the possibility of respect between individuals of very different, often hostile, groups, but now I think she does something a little different here with the British tribes (of the North, anyway) as groups.
On a silly note, there's a picture (Walter Hodges, of course) which is supposed to show an 'unforgettable figure of nightmare beauty, naked and superb'.

It looks far more 'Hey dudes, OK if I crash here tonight?' to me. (This copy is yours BTW,
sartorias.)
On which note - check out another unforgettable figure - no nightmare to the beauty this time! (ETA - you have to click on the link, not use the snapshot. No idea why the pics are different. Charlie's updated his website for summer. Dublin regulars might have recognised the background for the original photo, but the cropped version would be tricky.) (Hint: we were on our way to a bookshop, for a change...)
Another meaning may be self-admonition, and yet another just verification that I will be back and book-talking soon - Monday, I hope. Unless the rain washes away this part of the world completely by then, in which case, all bets are off. (Yes, I know people outside the British Isles think it rains here all the time anyway, but it honestly doesn't. This has been unreal, and is threatening brain-rot of the worst sort, along with the other things that are mouldering away.)
Just about to finish off reread number umpteen of Rosemary Sutcliff's Eagle of the Ninth. This was a co-ordinated read with
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On a silly note, there's a picture (Walter Hodges, of course) which is supposed to show an 'unforgettable figure of nightmare beauty, naked and superb'.

It looks far more 'Hey dudes, OK if I crash here tonight?' to me. (This copy is yours BTW,
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On which note - check out another unforgettable figure - no nightmare to the beauty this time! (ETA - you have to click on the link, not use the snapshot. No idea why the pics are different. Charlie's updated his website for summer. Dublin regulars might have recognised the background for the original photo, but the cropped version would be tricky.) (Hint: we were on our way to a bookshop, for a change...)