Our crazy weather in three images:
- Our usual late-spring sky.
- Sunset with smoke from all the bushfires ravaging Australia at the moment.
- There should be mountains clearly visible, but after the fires came the dust storm on Friday. It covered huge parts of eastern Australia.
It’s a little hard to not think we’re in the middle of some apocalypse at the moment, with disaster after disaster …
I wasn’t aware a new movie adaptation of Jane Austen’s Emma had been made! Here’s the trailer – the film is out early next year.
You know summer is on the way when the noisy friarbirds reappear in the garden! They are such funny-looking birds, but their calls are so weird they’re cute. They’re constantly chatting to each other.
It’s late Sunday morning here and I’m (sort of) working on edits for an upcoming book. It’s probably not something I should admit, but I’m pretty bored with the story at this point!
Elizabeth Gaskell. 29th September 1810 – 12th November 1865.
We visited Bran Castle – allegedly Dracula’s castle, but really a royal residence – yesterday. It’s like a Disney house!
English novelist Emily Brontë, of Wuthering Heights fame, was born on the 30th of July, 1818.
Busy week this week. I have edits to do on my book (which has a new title, but I won’t share it until everything is confirmed), and I was editing a book for someone else. Plus something weird happened to my email and I lost some important things, while other important emails (i.e. from my publisher, HarperCollins!) started going to my junk folder and I missed them!
I reread Pride and Prejudice (and Persuasion) every so often, because why not?!
Unlike many people, who seem to have studied Jane Austen and the Brontë sisters at school or university, I never did. Even though I majored in English in college (the finally two years of high school) and in literature at university, I’ve had to discover some of these classics on my own.
I think I develop a greater appreciation for Austen every time I read her work. However, one thing I noticed in this reread is that Elizabeth Bennet considers herself an “I’m not like other women!” lady. She actually makes several statements to that effect, including directly to Mr Darcy near the end. Funny, that in 2019 we still can’t get authors to stop writing characters who think like that!
Anyway, other than that little discovery, I still liked it. 🙂