Tuesday, 17 October 2023

EMMA'S SECRET by BARBARA TAYLOR BRADFORD

 EMMA'S SECRET

by

BARBARA TAYLOR BRADFORD



THE BLURB:

Paula O' Neil, beloved granddaughter of Emma Harte, believes that the business empire Emma left to the family is secure. However, beneath the surface, tension is mounting and sibling rivalry brewing.

Into this volatile mix walks Evan Hughes, a young American fashion designer. Her grandmother's dying wish was that Evan find Emma Harte. But Emma has been dead for thirty years...

Troubled by Evan's presence, and her uncanny resemblance to the family, Paula turns to Emma's war-time diaries.

Emma Harte comes back vividly to life. It is London during the Blitz. As bombs drop, sirens wail and her sons go off to war, Emma's trademark resilience, willpower and strength all come to the fore. And as the pages unfurl, Paula discovers the secret Emma took to the grave.


THE REALITY:

It was another case of second time around for me, as I first read this follow-up- the fourth in the A Woman of Substance (my favourite book of all time) series around 20 years ago.  Meh. At the time I gave it a three-out-of-five rating on Amazon, and the same applies. Yes, I know that no book in this particular series is ever going to be as good as my favourite, but Barbara Taylor Bradford's style has changed since her first few tomes (AWoS, Act of Will and Voice of the Heart) in that it's not so “adjectival” as she liked to describe her evolving style. And I like adjectival, or purple prose, or whatever you want to call it compared to what's in fashion nowadays. My main gripe, however, is that the characters in this book are all two-dimensional, beautiful, wealthy and intelligent too good to be true “perfect” human beings, with the odd heavy-handed protagonist thrown in for a good measure. The same seems to be true of all of her later work.

I liked the concept of Emma's hidden diaries, and enjoyed the suspense of guessing who the father of Glynnis's baby was, and the discovery of the key to the wooden casket. I was intrigued as to why Evan looked very much like either Paula or the Harte side of the family. Being something of a fashionista I also enjoyed the details of the vintage fashion show, and the descriptives involving Emma's homes, but the storyline was lacking rather than gripping. I found the complete reams of copying Winston Churchill's famous wartime speeches lazy and boring; although I was moved by details of the Holocaust, and what was discovered with the liberation of the concentration camps (and really, these are things that everybody should know about).

But the thing that grated on me the most was the lack of continuity from A Woman of Substance. In that book Emma had chestnut/ russet hair- why is she now a complete redhead? In that book she was pregnant at 16- why now does she recall being pregnant at 15? In that book she refused to marry David as she didn't want to devastate his orthodox mother, who wanted her son to marry within the Jewish faith. Okay, she later didn't want to break up his marriage when he asked her if there was still a chance for him, but why now was there emphasis on the latter? These differences grate- if an author is going to write a sequel, then they should at least re-read the first book to get their facts right. Also, the final scene where Evan gets mugged seems totally unnecessary to the story (unless it becomes something to do with the next book in the series, and there are two more).  I also would have liked to see Emma have a little bit of romance, rather than continually grieving for Paul.  Yes, I know he was the love of her life but... life is for the living, and your 50s are not too old for a bit of passion! (In fact, no age is....😉)

The saving graces were the interesting characterisations of both Glynnis and Tessa, for me, plus the fashion element. But, all in all, a bit... meh.

Monday, 2 October 2023

THE PEARL SISTER by LUCINDA RILEY

 THE PEARL SISTER

by

LUCINDA RILEY



THE BLURB:

CeCe D'Apliese has never felt she fitted in anywhere. And following the death of her father; the elusive billionaire Pa Salt- so-called by the six daughters he adopted from around the globe- she finds herself at breaking point.


In desperation, and armed only with the scant clues her father has left her, Ce Ce begins a search to discover her true origins... a search that takes her to the searing heat and dusty plains of the Red Centre of Australia.


But what is her connection to Kitty Mc Bride, a Scottish clergyman's daughter who lived there over a hundred years ago?


As Ce Ce unearths deeply buried and long-forgotten secrets, she starts to believe that this wild, vast continent could offer her something she never felt possible: a sense of belonging and a home.


THE REALITY:

What a wonderful tome! So good, in fact, that I managed to flatten it in a short space of time, and will keep my eyes peeled for others in this series. CeCe is one of six adopted girls, and goes off in search of her roots and birth family (I think we can safely assume that the others in the series are similarly themed). She was a much-likeable and very real character, with lots of human facets, and very easy to warm to. I did wonder if the jumps back and forth between the present day and Kitty's time, starting in the in the early 1900s, might jar, and they did- but the storyline and clever scenic depictions were enough to cause you to be reabsorbed within minutes.


Covering Scotland, Australia and the Far East (the latter two I am yet to, and would love to, visit) I'm glad that I managed to discover new things, as I'm committed to a lifetime of constant learning. It was good the way the nuances of the Aboriginal culture, along with their people's sad history, were brought to life via their idioms, such as their need to “go walkabout” and their speech patterns. In fact, this author is very good at picking up and describing accents, full stop. The fact that the sisters are named after the Seven Sisters constellation makes me want to pick up my astronomy book and learn more (I've always been fascinated by the night sky; following witnessing a total eclipse of the moon at the age of 10) and I could also resonate with the quiet way the Aborigines choose to define themselves spiritually- by being, so to speak, “at one” with the universe and all her gifts, and taking the time to tune in to the intuition of nature.


I loved the theme of pearls- including a cursed pearl- that formed the backbone of the story, and kind of liked the character of Ace, although a part of me did, for some time, wonder why he was even in the book. But he ties up the story of the just desserts of the beautiful-but-dreadful pearl nicely, and it's good to not to leave threads hanging in a story. One gripe was that (spoiler alert!) Kitty didn't take her pleasure and make a life with her true love, Drummond, when she could, instead opening herself up to years of loneliness and longing, which were all her own fault. I kind of get what drove her, and am glad she eventually got a happy ending, but even so... Another gripe was that I couldn't understand CeCe's constant tiredness (she's someone who could sleep for up to 15 hours, and always rose late) and large appetite- I did actually suspect she might be pregnant, but this wasn't so, so perhaps we have to put it down to jet lag. But that aspect of her confused me.


This book possessed a good mix of characters, with a plethora of superbly interesting plot lines going on, and was a real history lesson. Definitely give this a go.

Monday, 4 September 2023

I'M MOVING INTO YOUTUBE VIDEO MAKING!

I'm diversifying with my recording of tourist attractions, and moving into vlogging!

Aside from hoping to monetise, I also want to direct more traffic towards this blog- the written word will always be my first love.💜

I have taken a couple of online courses, but still have a lot to learn in terms of filming and editing the moving image.  There have been a couple of disasters (which I prefer to call "learning curves") but I'm persevering and hope to have videos up and running soon.

This is my self-designed YouTube banner, featuring Porthcressa Beach in the Isles of Scilly, my moniker and flower logo...

Note: I have since changed my banner...

...And added a watermark...
It reads M:E, short for Miss Elaineous, but it comes across as a tad conceited...
...And I love it!
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And here is my standard phizog portrait...

Wish me luck in my endeavours, and I hope you'll all come over and support me by hitting the like and subscribe buttons once I'm up and running.
Here's my channel link:-

Until then,

TTFN,

Miss Elaineous.

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Sunday, 3 September 2023

THE SMUGGLER'S GIRL by JENNIE FELTON

 THE SMUGGLER'S GIRL

by

JENNIE FELTON


THE BLURB:

Cecile has been raised to a life of privilege at Polruan House, by her widowed father and aunt. Now she's of age, they are determined that she make a proper match, but Cecile's heart belongs to their coachman, Sam- most definitely not suitable marriage material.


When Sam turns to his friend, smuggler Zach carver, for help eloping with Cecile, Zach tells of a recent encounter with Lise, a beautiful but poor girl in St Ives, who is the mirror image of Cecile.


And so a daring plan is born to briefly swap the girls. But bringing Cecile and Lise together will uncover an astonishing family secret of a bold escape from a loveless marriage, a treacherous shipwreck and a sister lost to the sea long ago.


THE REALITY:

Penzance, St Ives, Marazion, Cambourne, Mount's Bay... These are all parts of the area of Cornwall I shall be seeing soon, as I'm going to be visiting there. It was a bit of a coincidence that I read this book at exactly this time, as they all get mentioned (although the novel is set in a fictional town).


Featuring (spoiler alert!) a long-lost twin sister, the theme of identical twins is something that's frowned upon by a certain magazine in its list of guidelines for the submission of short stories. Why on earth is that? It's as viable a theme as any, and its use in this story made for a poignant read, with cleverly crafted sister characters, whose personalities clearly reflected their different upbringings. I did like that this novel had a good mix of good and bad characters, and I liked that sometimes you didn't quite know who possessed true nasty character traits and who was about to redeem themselves, as in the case of (another spoiler alert!) Aaron and Godfrey. Sometimes things weren't quite as they seem throughout, and this made for an exciting read. The historical feel for the area really came to life through the accents of the working class mothers, and maternal natures really shone through as a recurring theme throughout this read- especially Marguerite's, whose back tale was dramatic but reassuring. I did wonder, however, if the idea behind this novel came from the modern television adaption of Poldark- a heroine with long, flowing red locks? Another hero (Jean- Claude) with a scar down his face? Hmmm...


Although I struggled to start this novel (timing), it must have had something going for it as I flattened it in two days. I enjoyed the evocative way the area was depicted, liked the way the differences between the classes were described through food and clothing and loved reading about the smugglers, hiding places and certain pilfered trophies. I also liked that happy endings seemed to abound for the “goodies” and that the addition of religion soothed rather than jarred (isn't that what religions are supposed to do?)  But the one character who stood head and shoulders above the rest was the wicked Cordelia- every book needs a villain and I'm glad the main protagonist here was a woman, although there were clues as to her nature throughout. A nod to being a woman who was undoubtedly in a man's world at the time (18th century), I like how she rebelled and set herself free from the mould that was set out for her, not necessarily keeping her family happy. Everybody likes a renegade! But one as wicked as this? She made for good copy, but I'm glad she met with a dramatic comeuppance. Read it and see what I mean for yourselves!



Wednesday, 16 August 2023

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS STEPHENS HOUSE & GARDENS...

 This is a bit of a misnomer, as only people attending events can actually go inside Stephens House- I just went for a meander around the gardens.  It's free to enter and we walked from Finchley Central station and entered through the Holmwood Gate.

Stephens House (also known as Avenue House) was built in 1859.  It was acquired in 1874, by Conservative politician and ink magnate Henry Charles "Inky" Stephens (1841-1918).  His father, Dr Henry Stephens (1796-1864) had, in 1832, invented what became known as "Stephens' Ink"- an indelible blue-black writing fluid.

On his death Stephens bequeathed the estate to Finchley Urban District Council.  Commercially, the ten acre garden and house have been known as Stephens House and Gardens since 2014.
Events frequently happen here, and the house can be hired for wedding celebrations, parties, conferences and meetings.
This shot was taken by the SuperDean.

We stumbled across the water tower, which is a magnificently statuesque construction- albeit in a derelict state- dating from 1880.  It is octagonal in shape with a crenelated top and once serviced the house.

The first thing we did was enter the Bothy Gardens, as they're only open for a limited amount of time (Friday mornings only).  As you can see, it was a brilliantly sunny morning.
The building behind houses the Terapia.  No, it's not a spot where terrapins live(!)  Rather, it is a provider of training for psychotherapeutic services.

The walls are castellated, like those of the water tower, and both are early examples of the use of reinforced concrete.  You can spot roses rambling around the arbour even though the photo is in silhouette. 

The Bothy site was originally designed by Robert Marnock and constructed between 1878 and 1882.
Some of the flowers planted here are just lovely, like these purple delphiniums, although I'm not sure what their droopy little white friends at the bottom are...

Mini-fountain spouting from the stone rockery in this flower bed.
The area was considered experimental; in that Henry Stephens strived for the whole estate to be self-sufficient.

A pretty, rustic seat, and the gardeners were hard at work irrigating the Bothy...

The Bothy site was intended as a kitchen garden serving the house, but at one time fish ponds, glasshouses, a dairy, a section for farriers and housing for estate workers could all be found within it.


As well as a stable of horses, the estate also housed a flock of sheep and a herd of highland cattle; hence the additional need for an abattoir.  The farm ceased being after Stephens' death in 1918, and became the park keeper's accommodation.

Badly neglected since 1984, when the last keeper left, and now purely aesthetic, the Bothy is now maintained by dedicated volunteers. 

Alliums bowing down in the brilliant sunshine...

We walked through the Middle Green towards Monkey Hill- although I didn't see any monkeys there...😉
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Monkey Hill makes up part of the arboretum, and a huge variety of trees thrive in the gardens...

Rambling stairs, and a lot of the species of trees were brought here by Henry "Inky" Stephens himself, as opposed to being included by Robert Marnock, the garden's designer.

The wild view from the steepest part of Monkey Hill, and the gloomy greenness here is wonderfully cooling on a hot day.

The Lower Green is a wonderful place on which to exercise, or just sit and relax.  It was quite quiet when we visited.

It's hard to read the plaque with this statue that sits near the café, but it looks like it's called Loving Grace, and is fairly new; dating from 2018.

A pretty rose pergola, taken from the café veranda...

The café- situated in what was formerly the stables- serves a pleasant variety of food and drink, although we weren't hungry so didn't bother hanging around...

The little wooden jetty overlooking the pond, and we sat here just the other side of the railings relaxing on a bench.  I always find being near water very calming.

Peer hard and you might just be able to make out the fish twirling around in the pond...

We strolled around the pond, with evidence of maintenance being carried out.  Indeed, the gardens are very well cared for and a credit to their team. 

Lily pads on the pond.  Off-subject but still on the topic of water, there is known to be a well in the basement of the house.  It is 14m deep, and I would relish the chance to go inside the house and nosey around! 

The perfectly groomed Rockery...

This cascade from an area known as the Dell- which was once a Bog Garden fed from their Water Tower harvesting and irrigation system- feeds the pond...

Walking up stone steps to the Dell.  This was another beautifully cool area.

One of the reasons its previous incarnation is known is because a Swamp Cypress Tree thrives here, and this is particularly tolerant of very damp sites... 

The aim is to reintroduce the irrigation system so that it operates as intended by "Inky" Stephens...

This area was once permanently damp, so the plants which thrived here would have had to have been of the moisture-loving variety.
This was another part of the garden which was peaceful, with sunlight shooting through the trees...

At the top of the rumbling Dell cascade...


Scenic, modern steps down towards the pond...

A Conversation With Spike, 2014, by John Somerville sits in the gardens.
Terence Alan "Spike" Milligan (1918-2002) was considered the godfather of alternative comedy, and this statue was put in the gardens by The Finchley Society, of which Spike was president.

The bench contains seven elements related to this comic genius's work and personality.
The elephants on the arms of the bench refer to the fact that Spike was born in India, whilst his father was a sergeant major in the British Indian Army.  He also lived in British Burma.

Spike (who called himself Spike because he disliked his first name) named himself after Spike Jones, an American musician and bandleader, after hearing him on the radio.  Spike Jones' vocal style was quite outlandish, and his music featured popular ballads with the addition of whistles, gunshots, burps and hiccups (amongst other things!) 
This fairy represents the fact that Spike had a lifelong fascination with fairies.

The soldiers represent Spike's time in the army, during World War II.  The heads of the four main Goons characters: Eccles, Bluebottle, Major Bloodnok and Eddie Seagoon all sit along the bottom of the backrest.

The comedy and tragedy masks are not just for theatrical reference.  They represent the fact that although Spike was a comedian, he suffered from manic depression for most of his life.

The three characters at the bottom are Spike with his Goon Show co-stars Harry Secombe and Peter Sellers.

A close-up of the funny trio.  This doesn't quite show all three of them- oh well, there's my excuse to go back sorted!😁

 The letter Q sits on both ends of the bench, crafted like foliage, to represent several BBC series of that name made by Spike.
As its title suggests, the statue invites you to sit with Spike, and chat awhile...

Leaving the gardens, and you can tell this area was once the stables.  I quite like the "witchy" turret- gothic little moi would!

The SPIKE FOR PRIME MINISTER photo (displayed in the window as we left) comes from an early 1960s advertisement for Dairy Crunch chocolate bars.  In what is considered a valid satirical point, Spike Milligan took the view that the world was run by idiots!  

The Catcher In The Rye pub, which we passed as we made our way back to the Tube station.  Named after the novel, I've never read J.D. Salinger's homage to adolescent angst and alienation, but maybe I should- it's a theme that has certainly inspired my stories.

Stephens Gardens, I will return, and I'd love the opportunity to go inside Stephens House one day.

Until then,

TTFN

Miss Elaineous

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