Book Review: Angel by Elizabeth Taylor

‘Her vanity had been stunned by the way in which her book had been received. No trumpets had come thrusting out from behind the clouds, proclaiming ‘genius’ and ‘masterpiece’. For a long time nothing at all happened, and then, slowly, the abuse and sarcasm had begun. The very passages which she had been most proud,... Continue Reading →

Book review: Katalin Street by Magda Szabó

‘But no one had told them that the most frightening thing of all about the loss of youth is not what is taken away but what is granted in exchange. Not wisdom. Not serenity. Not sound judgment or tranquility. Only the awareness of universal disintegration.’⁣⁣‘They had discovered too that the difference between the living and... Continue Reading →

My life outside books

I started blogging more than ten years ago. I started with blogspot.com, changed to multiply.com (RIP), then Tumblr, then WordPress. This isn't my first WordPress page, I had a couple that I don't use anymore. Some I closed and some I switched to private. I started 'Her Other Stories' because I wanted a more professional... Continue Reading →

A Walk in the Park

“And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath I've been in London for almost three months now, yet it feels longer. My friend said London has this odd... Continue Reading →

Heavenly Bodies at The Met

"Art lovers already know the Metropolitan Museum is heaven on Earth. But its new exhibit . . . should convert everyone else." —New York Post My last visit to The Met had one purpose: to accompany my sister and mother. I actually planned to wait at some cafe outside but changed my mind last minute... Continue Reading →

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