tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post8585259416856171799..comments2024-03-20T02:26:46.482-04:00Comments on Joanna Bourne: Booty Tuesday -- Susanna Kearsley's The Rose GardenJo Bournehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13457862962618886252noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-91249385301667116872012-10-04T15:21:48.202-04:002012-10-04T15:21:48.202-04:00Kearsley writes that well. Fine, intelligent, lyr...Kearsley writes that well. Fine, intelligent, lyrical prose. Just lovely. She deserves the rave reviews she's been getting.Jo Bournehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13457862962618886252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-42266512391702136882012-10-04T10:28:46.057-04:002012-10-04T10:28:46.057-04:00Do all of Susanna Kearsley's books have such l...Do all of Susanna Kearsley's books have such lovely rhythms? This, for instance -- without poeticisms, the sounds vary beautifully with the sense and the overall rhythm just caught me.<br /><br />The beach would not have met the Californian definition of a beach -- there was no sand in sight, just hard round rocks and pebbles worn to smoothness by the water, shifting crunchingly whenever I set foot on them, all grey and black and lighter grey with clinging strands of dark green seaweed trailed across the stones.<br /><br /><br />Looking analytically, there are the three hard thumps of "hard round rocks" followed by the long "worn to smoothness," then the abrupt "shifting crunchingly" ("shifted and crunched" wouldn't have had that bit of surprise) and then the smooth iambs from "all grey and black" on. Janet McConnaugheyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05943828858379262321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-6714238557083916132012-09-21T22:50:02.634-04:002012-09-21T22:50:02.634-04:00That always happens. The minute I hit the 'pu...That always happens. The minute I hit the 'publish' button I start noticing things wrong.Jo Bournehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13457862962618886252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-30695030898803850892012-09-21T20:48:24.096-04:002012-09-21T20:48:24.096-04:00As someone once said, there's always room for ...As someone once said, there's always room for one more!<br /><br />And dang, I've just noticed a typo in it.<br />Wayne Sowryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05348755556288990012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-79800586864089973362012-09-21T14:40:25.109-04:002012-09-21T14:40:25.109-04:00Cool! Thanks for giving away all this nifty booty...Cool! Thanks for giving away all this nifty booty! Janet McConnaugheyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05943828858379262321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-51759214120003619682012-09-21T14:20:27.621-04:002012-09-21T14:20:27.621-04:00And the winner of the signed copy of The Rose Gard...And the winner of the signed copy of The Rose Garden is Janet McConnaughey.<br /><br />Janet, could you use the link at the top of the right hand column to send me your snail address and I will zip this book on its way to you.<br /><br />Next Tuesday, we're going for an entirely mainstream genre Romance by one of our Best Sellers. It's a 2011 book -- not 2010 as I said elsewhere <br /><br />Julia Quinn says, "One of my favorite authors." Jo Bournehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13457862962618886252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-74845804069480297952012-09-21T14:13:27.664-04:002012-09-21T14:13:27.664-04:00Ye gods, Wayne. I didn't know your wrote peot...Ye gods, Wayne. I didn't know your wrote peotry. heck.Jo Bournehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13457862962618886252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-30367363831632692312012-09-21T13:59:23.797-04:002012-09-21T13:59:23.797-04:00Holy cow, Wayne! I thought I'd jammed in as ma...Holy cow, Wayne! I thought I'd jammed in as many words as one pome would hold!Janet McConnaugheyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05943828858379262321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-40620657440824285302012-09-21T10:41:18.390-04:002012-09-21T10:41:18.390-04:00I'm not in the US, but thought I'd have a ...I'm not in the US, but thought I'd have a go anyway. You did say use _all_ the words, right?<br /><br />There's a house on the coast of Cornwall,<br />of which Susanna Kearsley did write,<br />by no means new or modern,<br />but no renovator's delight.<br />It contains no haunting memories,<br />of a childhood long lost,<br />nor deep romantic feelings,<br />buried beneath the frost.<br />Its walls are free of mystery,<br />its pathway clear of thorns,<br />unlike Sense and Sensibility,<br />no heart has yet been torn.<br />It boasts of no rose garden,<br />no summers of poetic bloom,<br />happiness does not linger,<br />among the fixtures in each room.<br />It's raised no little children,<br />named Rebecca, Joyce, or Griet,<br />not heard those little voices,<br />nor the thrill of little feet.<br />Today it sits in safety,<br />as if time did pass it by,<br />no one's tried to claim it,<br />and on one's wondered why.<br />For the house born of this author,<br />future bookseller's gold,<br />is nothing but a story,<br />that has yet to be told.<br />Wayne Sowryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05348755556288990012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-48905400828137325932012-09-21T09:28:15.836-04:002012-09-21T09:28:15.836-04:00I"m not even going to try. I know my poetry w...I"m not even going to try. I know my poetry would run along the lines of<br />Roses are Red<br />Violets are Blue<br />Writing Poetry's hard<br />Bacon.<br />(stole that off Facebook)<br /><br />I'm not entering to win, but I wanted to pop in anyway because I read that book and LOVED LOVED LOVED it! Kearsley's WINTER SEA is gorgeous, too.Genevieve Grahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17138099256899984001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-60128531451490920962012-09-20T20:13:40.280-04:002012-09-20T20:13:40.280-04:00Janet --you may indeed submit more than one poem. ...Janet --you may indeed submit more than one poem. *g*Jo Bournehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13457862962618886252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-31086294468130461542012-09-20T09:17:40.590-04:002012-09-20T09:17:40.590-04:00just one? :)
just one? :)<br />Janet McConnaugheyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05943828858379262321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-50421171033242796982012-09-20T09:14:31.255-04:002012-09-20T09:14:31.255-04:00Your childhood memories
seem a fantasy --
a garden...Your childhood memories<br />seem a fantasy --<br />a garden of improbable roses<br />and imaginary lilies. <br /><br />You recall summer voices<br />bursting with happiness<br />like raspberries on the August tongue,<br />like birdsong along the pathway <br />to the Cornwall coast.<br /><br />You recall hiding<br />for the thrill of secrecy<br />and discovery, <br />of the race to home base.<br /><br />I hid<br />from winter voices,<br />from yesterday, <br />today and tomorrow.<br />I haunted thickets,<br />nesting in brambles,<br />hoping for safety among thorns. <br /><br />Small birds mocked me,<br />delighting in raspberries<br />beyond my hungry reach.<br /><br />I hid in story,<br />building walls of <br />once upon a time.<br /><br />The mystery: <br />How did you reach through years,<br />through thorns, <br />to the heart of story<br />and create our new time?Janet McConnaugheyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05943828858379262321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-28242202273244819622012-09-18T23:56:25.141-04:002012-09-18T23:56:25.141-04:00I do not think surdity is necessary in poetry. An...I do not think surdity is necessary in poetry. And I have to admit that squab and toasty are nice things to have, whether poetically or IRL.Jo Bournehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13457862962618886252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-10286088586945612322012-09-18T15:31:03.870-04:002012-09-18T15:31:03.870-04:00Oh, good. Because my masterpiece is quite absurd. ...Oh, good. Because my masterpiece is quite absurd. But I was able to use squab, toasty and Ms. Bourne in a poem. This cannot be discounted.Alyssa Alexanderhttp://alyssa-alexander.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-51655892588011011332012-09-18T13:35:51.289-04:002012-09-18T13:35:51.289-04:00I am not that picky. Honest.I am not that picky. Honest.Jo Bournehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13457862962618886252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-79531101921063819242012-09-18T13:35:13.012-04:002012-09-18T13:35:13.012-04:00Oh my. I'm obviously going to have a hard tim...Oh my. I'm obviously going to have a hard time picking a winner this week.<br /><br />Jo <br />(not for the first time wishing she'd picked up three or four signed books from everybody, though that would not have been popular with the folks in line behind her.)<br /><br />Jo Bournehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13457862962618886252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-54616718395375822322012-09-18T13:34:01.454-04:002012-09-18T13:34:01.454-04:00Sigh. I used thorn instead of thorns, and mysterio...Sigh. I used thorn instead of thorns, and mysterious instead of mystery. But it was still fun to write!Alyssa Alexanderhttp://alyssa-alexander.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-18519844146326591802012-09-18T13:31:58.730-04:002012-09-18T13:31:58.730-04:00Disclaimer: I am not a poet. So it's a bad, ba...Disclaimer: I am not a poet. So it's a bad, bad poem, but certainly fun to write. I loved the book excerpt, so if I don't win, I'll be buying it!<br /><br /><br />A squab by any other name would roast as toasty.<br />And the extra bird would be eaten, mostly.<br />But the question remains as to who is the cook,<br />As he is not identified on the front cover of the book.<br />A task has been set us by the great Ms. Bourne,<br />So I must sharpen my mind like the point of a thorn.<br />Perhaps "The Rose Garden" I will win,<br />And then I shall meet this mysterious Irishman.Alyssa Alexanderhttp://alyssa-alexander.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-47903166337183036442012-09-18T12:53:37.712-04:002012-09-18T12:53:37.712-04:00As the Rain Falls...
As the rain falls on my wind...As the Rain Falls...<br /><br />As the rain falls on my window pane,<br />I ask my self why what for,<br />Why does the tears fall like rain,<br />Why does the pain just pour,<br /><br />Down my cheeks feeling insane,<br />As Emptiness feels my soul, <br />Releasing the pressure and the pain,<br />Reaching for the ultimate goal,<br /><br />Every little girls dreams,<br />The perfect white dress,<br />A shiny new ring,at least thats what it seems,<br />No for me its being at my best,<br /><br />Winning the heart completely of one,<br />Nothing like all the rest. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-80417982746995084072012-09-18T12:45:05.859-04:002012-09-18T12:45:05.859-04:00I'll start off with a little ... whatever vers...I'll start off with a little ... whatever verse form this is:<br /><br /><br />Why does she come to Cornwall<br />to find what she discovers?<br />Why do the gates of space and time<br />part for destined lovers?<br /><br />Can we believe, somehow, somewhere,<br />Fate takes a hand and seems to care?<br /><br />Can we believe in love so great<br />that even time can't separate?Jo Bournehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13457862962618886252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617001.post-55157430372569540892012-09-18T12:41:18.873-04:002012-09-18T12:41:18.873-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Jo Bournehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13457862962618886252noreply@blogger.com