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Book Tuesday: A Little Romance

Hello and welcome back to Book Tuesday.  As it is nearly Valentine’s Day, I thought I would choose a book from my list of all time favourites: Scarlet Shadows by Emma Drummond.

 

I spent most of my teenage years in my bedroom, emmersed in different worlds from various genres.   My favourite genre was, of course, Romance.  I tried my luck with the normal teenage high school romances, but they lacked reality, especially for a girl like me.  My dad loved supporting the RSPCA and we usually carried away most of the book stand after every fete held to raise money for such a good cause.  This beautiful book sat amidst Frank Yerby and Wilbur Smith, enticing me with its cover.

“Victoria – Destiny was to take her from the ballrooms of 19th century England to the savage battlefields of the Crimea…from the elegant tranquility of a great country house to the tragic squalor of Florence Nightingale’s hospital at Scutari…from dreams of love to the bitterness of marriage…”

There is something wonderful about a well written historical romance; the idea that the reader is walking in the past, following the etiquette, fashion and fantasy of a time we may never capture in our lifetime.  A time when gentlemen bowed to ladies and crinoline dresses were the fashion.  As you draw in a breath, inhaling the passion shared between two young lovers, the historic backdrop sends your blood rushing as the canons blaze and soldiers fall again, reliving their past through your eyes.

Just writing about this book makes we want to read it again.  Unfortunately, my copy is well loved and ratty, but with enough tape to hold the pages together, I will take another trip to see Victoria with her husband, Charles, and Hugo, his adopted brother and captor or her heart!

Scarlet Shadows is still available from Amazon and I would highly recommend it as your Valentine’s Day read!

Have a lovely week and thanks for reading.

Saturday Night Confessions

Tear the facade away. Open the beating heart and rip out the chambers filled with essence of youth. Ring the timer on life itself and give the last call. Drinks are on me.

As I confess my lack of elegance and maturity when dealing with death, I giggle at the obscure emotion – mourning. My mouth fills with bile as I try to swallow down reality whilst portraying calmness for those around me. Cry, scream, shred the walls down – do something but don’t sit still. Watching doctors dictate destiny diligently to delinquent daughters whilst they fight and strain not to cry through the news that Mummy is not coming back makes me admire the strength and emotional blackout doctors manage with each patient.

If my mother survives this week I confess I might have the pleasure of visiting the hospital and maybe poking the austere arrogance right out of his checkered shirt. I had a doctor friend like that once. Is that what young doctors grow into? Arrogant unemotional consultants? I blame death for the changes.

On a lighter note than death, I must confess I miss celebrating Valentines Day. Yup, I’m a romantic and love to be romanced. Nothing expensive or ridiculous but a little effort doesn’t hurt. We lie to ourselves that we don’t like a little romance and throw stones at the idea of naming a special day. Ever heard of birthdays and anniversaries? Special days people…all special days to commemorate love. If you’re single there is nothing stopping you from giving a stranger something nice to smile about on this day – nothing weird though! Share the love through kindness. That could be done on any day but let’s start with one and work from there. Small steps.

Okay, your turn. Some of you shared your confessions last week. Thank you for being brave. I’ve shared my fear of dealing with death and passion for celebrating love. What’s your confession?

Happy Valentines Day

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