‘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 →
‘For God’s sake come to me quickly. She has done for me at last, Rachel my torment. If you delay it might be too late.’ The first story of Daphne du Maurier that I read was 'Don't Look Now', then 'The Birds' then I knew that I would always love whatever this author wrote. It's... Continue Reading →
‘Men and women have such a hard time understanding what we want from each other, and our emotions are so foggy we hardly know what we are doing. We get lost in the current. I don’t want that. If I have to do things thaf seem to me to be unnecessary and unsatisfying, I end... Continue Reading →
‘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 →
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 →
“always bear in mind that the person who speaks may be lying” ― Agatha Christie, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd I spent my early teenage years obsessing over Agatha Christie books. My father has a complete collection of her books and he always urged me to read them - and because I exhausted my comic books and children... Continue Reading →
“It's the basic condition of life to be required to violate our own identity.” This is my first PKD book and I didn't know that this was the book that inspired the movie Blade Runner. I haven't seen the movie (sorry) so I can't really compare the two. However, I saw it as an advantage... Continue Reading →
“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 →
"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 →
