Voice of the Heart
by Barbara Taylor Bradford | Romance | This book has not been rated.
ISBN: 055326253x Global Overview for this book
ISBN: 055326253x Global Overview for this book
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I bought this book in a grab bag box from "Books Covered" in Woodstock, GA. The aim is to read it and then trade …
This copy was once owned by Lillian .. she signed her name on the inside cover.
Update August 2005 -- Okay, this may sound kind of silly but I'm going to read, or have read, every one of these books in this box. One way to expand my reading horizons.
This copy was once owned by Lillian .. she signed her name on the inside cover.
Update August 2005 -- Okay, this may sound kind of silly but I'm going to read, or have read, every one of these books in this box. One way to expand my reading horizons.
This is next after Starting Over by Robin Pilcher , c. 2002 -- link goes to blog as the book is from booksfree.com -- see entry of Nov 17, 2004
Okay, a bookring, Dakota. A Spiritual Geography by Kathleen Norris, c. 1993 came in and then I needed to clear off another book from Booksfree.com. I pay for this service so need to honor the books that come in. Go figure! This book is The Beach House by Mary Alice Monroe, c. 2002 -- link goes to blog as the book is from booksfree.com -- see entry of Dec 4, 2004
I collect quotes as I read. These ones are fun, poetical, or even philosophical. Take what you like, and leave the rest. Note that these aren't necessarily the "best" in the book. These happen to be close to the spot where I stopped reading each night.
No quote today -- just a neat word from the book -- perspicuity -- definition as per dictionary.com -- The quality of being perspicuous; clearness and lucidity.
The room looked truly beautiful. Kim had lighted the fire an hour earlier, and the logs were crackling brightly in the huge carved-oak fireplace, the sparks flying merrily up the chimney. He had also drawn the curtains to shut ou the depressing drizzle and dampness of the cold evening and had turned on the leaf-green Chinese jade lamps shaded in cream-colored silk. p53
[comment: I agree. The writing in itself isn't very stunning, but I do like the image. All they need to do is read a book :)]
"She's as Irish as Paddy's Pig." p150
[comment: this may be cliche but I still like it.]
He sensed the tension between them, which hung in the air like a curtain of gauze. p178
"Hilly Street? That's not really his name, is it?" Franceca giggled, eyeing Nick doubtfully, aware of his penchant for teasing her unmercifully. "I don't believe you. I think you just invented it."
Nick laughed. "Sure I did. But years ago. And the nickname stuck."
"But why such a peculiar nickname?"
"It's appropriate. Doing business with him is like riding a bike up a very hilly street. Excessively bumpy. His real name's Hillard Steed, which prompted my play on words, I guess, and he's not such a bad guy. Congenitally late though." p235
He added three dozen scarlet-tipped tulips from Holland, and several bunches of pale and fragile narcissi from the Scilly Isles. p270
[comment: I hadn't heard of Scilly Isles before. I went searching and ta-da
some info.]
She's so tiny, so fragile, yet she has moer strength than anyone I know, and her heart's as big as a paving stone. p327
[comment: I'm not quite sure of this image - it was worth a ponder though.]
He gave Jerry a swift look and finished caustically, "I don't normally spend my mornings liggin in bed. contrary to what you might think."
"What does liggin mean?"
"It's Yorkshire dialect for lying - as in lying in bed wasting the day away." p394
[comment: well, that is my trivia for the day. I LOVE liggin in bed myself]
He suppressed a groan and swiftly cast aside the troublesome thoughts. Anything could happen between now and August. Speculating about the future was a futile preoccupation. His main interest was in the present - the next few days to be precise. He was not prepared to project beyond that length of time. p421
The great white villa slumbered, and there was a sense of peacefulness everywhere; the atmosphere was redolent of honeysuckle and frangipani, roses, heliotrope, and carnations. Nothing broke the silence except the click of Doris's gold sandals against the hard marble and the faint swishing of her pale green silk caftan as it swirled around her long legs. The sounds of irrepressible laughter, cheerful young voices, popular music blaaring from the record player, the plop-plop of tennis balls, whoops of enthusiasm echoing up from the pool - all were absent for once. The villa was relatively deserted, apart from the servants, and Doris welcomed the solitude. p455
[comment: I enjoyed this journey into solitude. It is the day before Christmas and I needed to read it :)]
"You drink too much these days."
"I'll paddle my canoe. You paddle yours, Carlotta." p585
[comment: I'm going to carry this analogy through. This afternoon I have struggling to find my path. This quote reminded me that we all go along different journeys in life - and that I'm the one who is paddling my canoe. I know this isn't what the author intended when she wrote these words but hey, I'm using them as a jumping off point to change my attitude]
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end. -- T.S. Eliot p607
[comment: this was quoted in the book. Thought it was worth pondering.]
No quote today -- just a neat word from the book -- perspicuity -- definition as per dictionary.com -- The quality of being perspicuous; clearness and lucidity.
The room looked truly beautiful. Kim had lighted the fire an hour earlier, and the logs were crackling brightly in the huge carved-oak fireplace, the sparks flying merrily up the chimney. He had also drawn the curtains to shut ou the depressing drizzle and dampness of the cold evening and had turned on the leaf-green Chinese jade lamps shaded in cream-colored silk. p53
[comment: I agree. The writing in itself isn't very stunning, but I do like the image. All they need to do is read a book :)]
"She's as Irish as Paddy's Pig." p150
[comment: this may be cliche but I still like it.]
He sensed the tension between them, which hung in the air like a curtain of gauze. p178
"Hilly Street? That's not really his name, is it?" Franceca giggled, eyeing Nick doubtfully, aware of his penchant for teasing her unmercifully. "I don't believe you. I think you just invented it."
Nick laughed. "Sure I did. But years ago. And the nickname stuck."
"But why such a peculiar nickname?"
"It's appropriate. Doing business with him is like riding a bike up a very hilly street. Excessively bumpy. His real name's Hillard Steed, which prompted my play on words, I guess, and he's not such a bad guy. Congenitally late though." p235
He added three dozen scarlet-tipped tulips from Holland, and several bunches of pale and fragile narcissi from the Scilly Isles. p270
[comment: I hadn't heard of Scilly Isles before. I went searching and ta-da
some info.]
She's so tiny, so fragile, yet she has moer strength than anyone I know, and her heart's as big as a paving stone. p327
[comment: I'm not quite sure of this image - it was worth a ponder though.]
He gave Jerry a swift look and finished caustically, "I don't normally spend my mornings liggin in bed. contrary to what you might think."
"What does liggin mean?"
"It's Yorkshire dialect for lying - as in lying in bed wasting the day away." p394
[comment: well, that is my trivia for the day. I LOVE liggin in bed myself]
He suppressed a groan and swiftly cast aside the troublesome thoughts. Anything could happen between now and August. Speculating about the future was a futile preoccupation. His main interest was in the present - the next few days to be precise. He was not prepared to project beyond that length of time. p421
The great white villa slumbered, and there was a sense of peacefulness everywhere; the atmosphere was redolent of honeysuckle and frangipani, roses, heliotrope, and carnations. Nothing broke the silence except the click of Doris's gold sandals against the hard marble and the faint swishing of her pale green silk caftan as it swirled around her long legs. The sounds of irrepressible laughter, cheerful young voices, popular music blaaring from the record player, the plop-plop of tennis balls, whoops of enthusiasm echoing up from the pool - all were absent for once. The villa was relatively deserted, apart from the servants, and Doris welcomed the solitude. p455
[comment: I enjoyed this journey into solitude. It is the day before Christmas and I needed to read it :)]
"You drink too much these days."
"I'll paddle my canoe. You paddle yours, Carlotta." p585
[comment: I'm going to carry this analogy through. This afternoon I have struggling to find my path. This quote reminded me that we all go along different journeys in life - and that I'm the one who is paddling my canoe. I know this isn't what the author intended when she wrote these words but hey, I'm using them as a jumping off point to change my attitude]
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end. -- T.S. Eliot p607
[comment: this was quoted in the book. Thought it was worth pondering.]
