Feeling of the Day...

[ via Listen To Your Heart ]

Love at First Sight...

Thanks to my dear friend Dushy who posted about Sophie Dahl's new cook book... I really have to get that one. Actually I should stop buying cook books as well (just like Dushy suggested) because my shelf is almost breaking down already and I will never have enough time to try out ALL the recipes from my wonderful collection... BUT (yeah, here it comes... *tata*) I so loved her previous book that there's no way around from buying this one, too. I'm just considering whether I get the English version - or if I wait until the German version gets published...

[ via Harper Collins ]

Little Adults

There was an article in today's Schaufenster about the children of rich Russians. German-Russian photographer Anna Skladmann put together an illustrated book about them. She also told about those shootings. Those little people, how they arrangewd and staged themselves... or how their parents did. I think those photographs are beautiful and terrible at the same time. None of these children actually looks happy. I'm a spoiled kid myself but looking at those sad and unhappy faces, I am once again lucky for what I had and still have. Money alone can't buy you happiness. I think the most valuable thing in my life is my sister - a no money in the world could replaced that. >> read full article...

Little Adults by Anna Skladmann 

(112 pages, 43 coloured photographs)

Kehrer Verlag, 36 Euro.

 [ via DiePresse ]

On the Bookshelf...

 [ via PanMacmillan ]

I finished another one. In just a moment, as it seems. I knew I would love it when I bought it already because the author's one of my favourites. I already discovered the secrets of The House at Riverton and The Forgotten Garden and now I was strolling along with the characters through Milderhurst Castle, revealing the past within the ancient walls that sing the distant hours... I, too, was s drawn to Milderhurst Castle and the eccentric Sisters Blythe. And I couldn't wait to learn what really happened. It's so beautifully written, rich in colour, so thrilling and emotional. I practically devoured it. The hardest part was to stop and put the book aside, after a look to my watch saying it was far to late to continue. I love the indication, thoroughly woven into the storyline, leaving me and my imagination running wild... It's a thriller and mystery novel, a love story and a window into the past, of England during World War II. [ Read the synopsis or a short abstract]

And now that I'm finished, I feel a bit abandoned - longing for more...

On the Bookshelf...

I suddenly realized that in those times of my life when I can hardly bear the stress anymore that goes with my daily routines, extra duties and emotional tensile tests, I start reading books like my life depends on them. I've been a bookworm ever since I could read. The fascination of the written word, the "cinema in your head", the way a story gives wings to your imagination... I could not and don't want to imagine a world - or my life in particular - without books. But as it turned out, the usual lack of (free) time which prevents me from swallowing all those fantastic tales and stories, seems to vanish when I'm emotionally and physically drained like right now... It's not that I actually have more time, it just happens to force itself into my life and into my mind... There's nothing like a good book that captivates you in such a way you just have to stay up until 4AM because you don't want to put it aside... even if your eyes are burning and your body is aching for sleep! Here's one such story...

The Solitude of Prime Numbers 

(La Solitudine dei Numeri Primi)

[ via amazon.com ]

It's amazing how Paolo Giordano makes you feel that deep connection between his characters due to their personal tragedies and their own shortcomings. The plain, sometimes almost cold and austere style, the simple words and terms, only hints of what has happend and might be happening, makes it alle the more "real" and tangible. It makes you feel their pain, physically and emotionally. It makes you wince because of the wrong decisions and their egoism. Their not understanding, or their inability to understand themselves and each other. It's a sad but beautiful story. No kitschy happy endings, no forced deceleration.It's about life, just like it is...

Le Inspiration....

[ via FFFFOUND! ]

A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face.  
It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy. 

 ~ Edward P. Morgan ~