One of my passions is reading. I have been an avid reader since I was a child. I enjoy a variety of subjects. I would like to share my latest read with you.
I just finished The Persimmon Tree by Bryce Courtenay. I found it a well written story about a young man and woman, based in the Dutch East Indies, during the Second World War. Courtenay has a way of being descriptive and you feel that you can see what he is talking about, yet not so much so, that it would be boring.
Although this story was fiction, Courtenay doesn't gloss over the reality of the time frame that he writing about. That being said, some of the content is dark, but necessary. I found the book just flows so well right to the very end. As I put the book down after the final page, I felt I had a little appreciation of what people went through during that time and with most really good stories, I learned a little something as well.
I rate this book as excellent.
I hope you enjoy it as well
Monday, 15 October 2012
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
Turning 50 has had it's issues. In one week, I got a new cellphone and a digital camera. Both of which I had no clue how to use. Since my cell is our home phone, it suffices to say, I was hooped! Stepping into data plan land is a bit of a nightmare if you have never used that on your phone. For awhile, I couldn't tell if it was a FB notification, a text, or someone had called and left a message! I am happy to say, I have now kinda have a grasp on it now! The camera, well... not there yet. There is such thing as information overload and I have reached it!
The weird thing is on how small the world really is with all this technology. My daughter Chelsea, is half way around the world from us, yet I can communicate with her every day. It doesn't make the distance seem so real. My youngest son, that is 16 yrs old, went to visit her this past summer. He was posting on FB daily with his adventures and we spoke on Skype as well. The ability to communicate is everything. When I was Chelsea's age, I lived in a different province than my parents. Other than the weekly phone call, they were left with their imaginations as to how the day to day was actually going. I do wonder though, if it has created a generation of clingy parents. If I haven't heard from Chelsea in a couple of days, which really hasn't happened yet, I would message her on FB to see what is going on.
Monday, 10 September 2012
Summer is officially over... I am sitting on my porch, enjoying a hot cup of java and watching the torrential down pour of the rain. Of course, there is quite the lighting show to go along with it. I find it peaceful. I live in a small village at a lake and all the summer people have headed back to the city. No more ATV's, motorbikes, all night parties every night of the week or bonfires as big as a house. And yes, school is back in, so there is a little structure back in our lives once again.