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A carregar... The First Violin (1877)por Jessie Fothergill
   Nenhum(a) Ainda não há conversas na Discussão sobre este livro.  Alishadt | Feb 25, 2023 |   All his lines were lines of beauty, but beauty which had power and much masculine strength; nowhere did it degenerate into flaccidity, nowhere lose strength in grace. I was in absolutely the perfect mood for this perfect tale. I suppose you might say it is predictable, but this is one of those books where you are delighted to take the journey, even if you have already seen the destination. Jessie Fothergill has a fluid and captivating writing style and never bores the reader. She also knows her classical music and weaves it into the tale with precision and finesse. Again, I was never bored with the musical passages. I could easily picture the hall, the musicians, the excitement of the audience, the nerves of the performers–in short, I was so yearning to be there that I often put youtube to playing the music she mentioned while I was reading those chapters. (BTW, Shubert’s unfinished symphony in B-minor is terrifically stirring). On art and music: I do not think it ever entered our heads to remember that a man with a quick life throbbing in his veins, with feelings, hopes, and fears and thoughts, painted the picture, and that in seeing it we also saw him—that a consciousness, if possible, yet more keen and vivid produced the combinations of sound which brought tears to our eyes when we heard “the band”—beautiful abstraction—play them! Bits of wisdom, like this one on idle hands and careless mistakes: I believe that idleness is sometimes as strong as work, and stronger. You may do that in a few years of idleness which a life-time of afterwork won’t cover, mend, or improve. You may make holes in your coat from sheer laziness, and then find that no amount of stitching will patch them up again. Before this novel, I had only read short fiction by this author, and had enjoyed it very much. I will now place her other long works high on my list of books to get to. Seems I have another Victorian author to be excited about. One of the reasons I never seem to make it to reading the latest releases! (  ) mattorsara | Aug 11, 2022 | sem críticas | adicionar uma crítica
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MISS HALLAM. Wonderful weather for April! Yes, it certainty was wonderful. I fully agreed with the sentiment expressed at different periods of the day by different members of my family; but I did not follow their example and seek enjoyment out-of-doors - pleasure in that balmy spring air. Trouble - the first trouble of my life - had laid her hand heavily upon me. The world felt disjointed and all upside-down; I very helpless and lonely in it. I had two sisters, I had a father and a mother; but none the less was I unable to share my grief with any one of them; nay, it had been an absolute relief to me when first one and then another of them had left the house, on business or pleasure intent, and I, after watching my father go down the garden-walk, and seeing the gate close after him, knew that, save for Jane, our domestic, who was caroling lustily to herself in the kitchen regions, I was alone in the house. MISS HALLAM. Wonderful weather for April! Yes, it certainty was wonderful. I fully agreed with the sentiment expressed at different periods of the day by different members of my family; but I did not follow their example and seek enjoyment out-of-doors - pleasure in that balmy spring air. Trouble - the first trouble of my life - had laid her hand heavily upon me. The world felt disjointed and all upside-down; I very helpless and lonely in it. I had two sisters, I had a father and a mother; but none the less was I unable to share my grief with any one of them; nay, it had been an absolute relief to me when first one and then another of them had left the house, on business or pleasure intent, and I, after watching my father go down the garden-walk, and seeing the gate close after him, knew that, save for Jane, our domestic, who was caroling lustily to herself in the kitchen regions, I was alone in the house. Não foram encontradas descrições de bibliotecas. |
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 Google Books — A carregar...GénerosSistema Decimal de Melvil (DDC)823.8Literature English & Old English literatures English fiction Victorian period 1837-1900Classificação da Biblioteca do Congresso dos EUA (LCC)AvaliaçãoMédia: (4.5)
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I loved, loved, loved this!
Emotionally one of the most satisfying books I've ever read... when I think of it I can still conjure the scenes up in my mind, even though it's been years since I read the book... the lonely train station with a whistling stranger--the man who holds the heart of the book in his hands--coming closer; ice skating in the dark, crisp cold; best friends playing the music of spring in a sun-dappled room, the bridge in the flood...
May Wedderburn flees her English home because of the advances of an unwanted suitor. She goes with a friend to Germany to study music. On the way there, she misses a train connection, but runs into a stranger who can translate and help her get back on her way....Eugen Courvoisier. The mysterious, the lovely Eugen. May and Eugen are attracted to each other, but when they meet again there's a distance that has built up between them. The unraveling of Eugen's story, the tentative friendship, the sadness and the gladness in this book THRILL me. I can't even explain how I revel in the reading of it.
I sent this book to Tweety, and I wholeheartedly agree with her review too. Her review says more about the plot. I have a hard time explaining much of the plot because I go all dreamy-eyed and am now just sitting here thinking about how great this book is. It's really great. (