Two Books I Ordered Today

Research and other’s opinion are very important when plotting my own storyline. So, check out which two books stood out for me to read next for this new book I am working on.

 

I’ll share my opinion in a few weeks on both books. In the meantime, if you’ve read either or both, please feel free to share your take about the contents.

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A Twist on Bookstores

I was in Sonoma, California a few days ago and there I stumbled upon a brick and mortar bookstore. Naturally spending a good amount of time thumbing through all the paperback fiction and non on display. I honestly never pass up a bookstore no matter where I am or travel to.

So, of course, I needed to share this bit of find online – about a…well read for yourself.

Bed and a bookshelf to call your own
Run your own Scottish bookstore for a week
Sleepover in a Paris Bookshop
Spend a night at a British Prime Minister, in 1895 William Gladstone’s private library
Paris legendary Shakespeare & Company bookshop hotel opened in 1951, with 13 beds hidden away in the bookshelves. Something worth considering for the diehard bookstore fan

First Assignment – Under Twenty Minutes

You know what I love the most about a twenty-minute quick writing assignment in class about a moment when you felt a rush of adventure?  Just being able to sit in front of a computer and write – quickly, without putting much thought to it or worrying about how it comes out. Kind of like this:

 

We disembarked on the shores of Capri. A short ferry ride from Sorrento late August in 1995, thinking we’d beat the tourist season, and were about to experience an island on our own. But instead, steered through a crowd of travelers alike, and even locals, holding hotel signs and maps of sorts, over speaking one another about, who knows what. I wasn’t really listening. I simple took note they were intending to retail a room and board. 

 Worried, I scanned the small cobbled-stoned waterfront for signs leading me to a tourist information booth; I read about in Lonely Planet – advised to be the best source to finding hotels and guided tours. My boyfriend at the time, and my brother, relying on me, followed behind me to a small building bearing the ‘i’ symbol in blue and white, and we queued up for the tourist information agent, to direct us on how to proceed. While in line, I began to regret convincing my travel partners, while in Rome to take a spontaneous trip down south, to Sorrento, and now to Capri. 

Forty-minutes later, we stood in front of the clerk, as typical looking like a group of amateur travelers, and asked for a budget hotel to spend at most two nights, or maybe three if we had to – I remember telling the girl, seated behind the counter, interning from Switzerland – I discovered, when I asked how she spoke English so well.    

She made a call, booked as two rooms for three nights, and sent us on our way, with a visitor map, she drew arrows on pointing to where we needed  to go to catch the local bus to our hotel. 

Holding my breath in a state of panic, although trying my best not to show it to the boys, I pointed to the bus stop. We queued up in the mid-morning heat, but couldn’t get on the empty bus, even at the starting point to the route, because of the number of tourists and locals doing the same. So we were forced to wait. Thirty minutes, it read on the timetable pinned inside an obscured glass frame mounted by the stop. But in reality, it was forty-five minutes, to when the bus actually showed up.

We managed to get on, and took seats on the right side in the bus, the three of us agreeing that we would simply spend the next three days catching up on our sleep. Until the bus began a climb, the windy narrow road, up so high that we got the most spectacular views of the azure Tyrrhenian Sea hundreds of feet below, and a fleeting glimpse of the countless people sunbathing, or playing in the water. Some even perched on small boats or yachts, and the breeze, mixed with the scent of various flowers, coming through the opened windows, was enough for us to get off the bus, check in, get inside our hotel rooms quickly, change and leave, unanimously agreeing to explore the entire island on foot, no matter how long it took.

Reading List for an Online Writing Course

51xkvjiyql-_sx312_bo1204203200_My affiliation with Stanford University spans over 20 years.  So, you can imagine my excitement when I received an email announcing an online writing program they offer and if I hurry I could register for the Winter semester. Naturally, I  signed up and quickly got looped in to taking part in the first week of class.

I haven’t been to school for quite some time so getting back into the swing of things isn’t easy. Meaning to say, learning to read for a purpose and writing for a grade, and having to turn in homework  ONLINE.  The only thing I am not worried so much about is peer critiquing my work. I welcome it.

But the reason for this entry is to announce to all of you the list of reads our instructor has selected for the course.  And the fact, that while I turn the pages of each book, what I am finding  is that there is no right or wrong style of writing, as long as the story is told in a captivating manner:

The list of books:

  • John Truby: The Anatomy of Story
  • Lily King: Euphoria
  • NoViolet bullawayo: We Need New Names
  • M.L. Stedman: The Light Between Oceans
  • Michael Chabon: The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier &Clay