I would have to say Elizabeth Bennet. And Mr. Darcy. And Edmund Dantes. And Atticus Finch. But then there is the incomparable Albus Brian Wulfric Percival Dumbledore. And he deserves a separate category all to himself for being so fantastically awesome.
Just reading the comments under the prompt has introduced me to so many literary works that I was previously unaware of. And it has provided me with the next book on my reading challenge. I’m going to just go ahead and start reading “Little Women” and stop worrying that I’ll be drawing comparisons with Pride and Prejudice with every page. Will update here about the progress. Had a long overdue super engaging conversation with P about ‘Cursed Child’ and ‘Go Set a Watchman’ two books that I intensely dislike, now that she’s finished reading them.
Speaking of books, I seem to be spend a great deal of time worrying about the future of charming bookstores. I love getting lost in some of these places where I proceed to glean through as many books as I fancy while curled up on a comfy sofa next to a huge window letting in beams of sunlight. It’s almost a religious ritual with me and I fear the loss of it. And what about bookmarks? Will the next generation even know about the charm of bookmarks? Let alone know what a bookmark is? I’ve heard of people leaving books to friends and family. I’ve benefacted from having received such a gift too and for which my mind, language and bookshelf are richer. How does the digitisation of books allow one to share such a gift in the future?
I may just have to open “A shop around the corner” of my own and add a cozy cafe within its confines, effectively merging my two dearest retirement plans.
On a more immediate and happy note, I think the brat misses me. Scooby has been leaving presents at my parents place these past few months for me to discover when I visit. It’s so touching that each one of them is a nod to things I absolutely loooove. That bag he got me for my birthday was super classy. The baby brother is all grown up.
Quite true isn’t it?
It’s brought back memories of never going a day without drowning in cheese during my week in Holland. Such memories I tell you.
Looking forward to binge-watching all 6 seasons of GoT before the seventh season premiere next month. RV’s sneaky tactics of getting me to start watching GoT has finally worked. I’m wondering if I should put up the video of the supercute Italian guy I saw playing the GoT theme on the piano at the Napoli Centrale last month.
In other news, in the real world MONSOON HAS COME. Which thankfully means the end of stuffy and uncomfortably hot tropical weather and we can look forward to amazing white noise while falling asleep. But on the flip side, the rains signal the end of the Mango season. So guess what I’ll be binge-eating till the end of this week 😎.
Starting right now!!!
Got to re-live a cherished ritual today. Comfy pyjamas, insane laughter, some chocolate and bowls of ice cream, soulful conversations, honest admissions, stark realisations and a silent knowledge of a relationship that is such a source of strength to everyone. That would have been a description of a sleepover with my girls in a nutshell any day. But this one was different. Even though separated by 3 continents, 3 time zones and 3 seasons. Technology has its perks.
By Odin I’m going to miss Ragnar in all his tattooed-bloodthirsty-wily-insatiablycurious-sexy-braidtastic Viking brilliance. Don’t think even the seer can forsee any of his sons inspiring me to continue being a shieldmaiden and raid England.
I had just about gotten over mourning Torstein’s death and now this.
And I’m totally loving driving through lanes with pink tabebuia trees in bloom. In 24 hours the weather in my city has gone from crisp sunny to downright gloomy, but the flowers are still there. Just that the weather seems to be currently applying a different filter 😉
And since last night was dark and stormy, it looked like the perfect time to start putting up holiday decorations.
RT decided on this trip to NY that it was time one of my childhood wishes were fulfilled and those glittering magical shoes he got me are now placed front and centre and I just can’t seem to stop staring at them. Celebrated with some hot coffee and a mini apple pie (which honestly could have done with some whipped cream).
In other news: who knew I would be able to live without cash in my wallet for almost a month. Demonetisation in 2016 seems to have had no effect on a cosmopolitan city girl with a white collar job.