Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home and The Dog Dies by Barb Taub #BookReview #AmReading

Yes, another day, another book!

This time I am reviewing Barb Taub’s hilarious book, Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dog Dies. It is a collection of essays written by Barb through her life as a columnist for several papers, and if you enjoy it, there are so many more on her blog!

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I met Barb for the first time at the second Annual Bloggers Bash Awards in London, way back in 2016. I had won a competition and was awarded a special bracelet to commemorate one of her fiction works from the Null City series.

Check out Barb’s books here.

I can confirm she is as bubbly as her blog posts sound!

I have also read Do Not Wash Hands In Plates – a memoir of hers from travelling around India which was fantastic too.

This book I had on my Kindle, ready to read, then one day I received a package! Lovely Robbie Cheadle of Bake and Write fame, had won a copy of the book, but not wanting to put postage costs up for Barb (as she lives in Sout Africa) she nominated me as the recipient of her prize. Thanks Robbie!

 

It took me a while to get round to reading it (that tbr pile is literally teetering by my bedside, as well as on my kindle!) and I am so glad I did.

Here’s my review.

My rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Now, I am not quite at retirement stage, not looking out for grandchildren, as my own kids are still young, thankfully, but I enjoyed reading Barb Taub’s collection of essays immensely!
The articles about motherhood resonated deeply, and I have to say I snorted with laughter at many!
Barb Taub has a way with words, her humour is brilliant and these short essays keep you turning the pages.
You could dip in and out of this book, but I was so immersed, I read it continually (when my own children would allow) until the very last page!
Definitely recommended!

My Amazon Review here.

My Goodreads Review here.

Buy Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dogs Died here.

Seven Cities Of Delhi by Rajiv Chopra #Book Review #AmReading

In my mission to always support our wonderful Indie authors out there, I decided to purchase a book a little out of my usual genre, by photographer and writer, Rajiv Chopra.

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Here is he, with a pen rather than his camera – his usual weapon of choice!

I have been following Rajiv’s work for a long while, and was extremely excited at the thought of his book, Seven Cities Of Delhi, which was to be a combination of photography and historical facts about the glorious city of Delhi, and I wasn’t disappointed!

Makes me want to go again and actually explore more, rather than just go shopping! (Oh, and eat Gol Gappe!!!)

My review!

Star rating:⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

I’ve appreciated the photography of Rajiv Chopra for a few years via social media. I have visited Delhi several times and enjoyed my time there too. So when I read that there was a book combining both, I felt a compulsion to buy.
Seven Cities of Delhi? Who knew? I have read many tales and historical novels about various rulers who dominated Indian history, and it was really fascinating to read about how they left their marks on the capital of India.
Rajiv’s photos, in black and white, gave a grainy, almost to the era feel to the pictures, I wanted to step inside to see the colour!
If you love to read about long-forgotten Indian history, and have a fascination with the beautiful photographic structures, I recommend this book!

Available on Amazon here.

My Amazon review here.

My Goodreads review here.

#SoCS August 18/18 – ic-ical

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “-ic or -ical.” Find a word that uses the suffix “-ic” or “-ical.” Bonus points if you use both. Have fun!

Historic or historical?
Lyric or simply lyrical?
A comic, or more comical?
This really is hysterical

A clinic or just clinical?
Classic or purely classical?
Electric or electrical
No, I think it’s magical!

Using logic, or being logical?
You like music, or a musical?
A sceptic or extremely sceptical?
Is this just illogical?

Cynic, or mighty cynical?
Tactic or playing tactical?
Mystic or spookily mystical?
No, I’m just being idiotical!

Ritu 2018

Just another silly nonsensical poem!!!

Catch ya later Peeps! Happy Saturday!

https://lindaghill.com/2018/08/17/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-aug-18-18/

August 16 – Flash Fiction – Comet

Charli’s prompt this week:

August 16, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a comet. You can consider how it features into a story, influences a character, or creates a mood. Go where the prompt leads.

Heavenly Calling
It was 1910. She was ten. She’d often sit on her windowsill, legs dangling, staring out at the stars. That night, she’d seen something different, a ball of light travelling through the sky.
Haley’s Comet.
She never expected to see that in her lifetime again, and yet here she was, in 1986, eyes trained on the stars, with her ten-year-old granddaughter for company.
A ball of light flashed through the sky. Doris smiled and sat back.
“I saw it! Did you see it? Gramma!! Did you see it?” Rosie turned to her grandma.
Gramma sat, eyes closed, at peace.

https://carrotranch.com/2018/08/16/august-16-flash-fiction-challenge/

#WritePhoto – Circle

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

Stoned Stones

Rocky leant back and surveyed the motley group of mates surrounding him.
They’d grown up together; him, Chalky, Mossy, Slimy, Grey, and Chunk.
Actually, it had been kinda hard for them grow in any other way, considering they had been placed in this ridiculous circle, wedged into the ground, and the fact that they had no limbs to make changes.
All they could do was sit or lean.
And gather moss.
Sure there had been a bit of weight loss for the most of them, what with all those heavy backsides coming and sitting on them over the years, wearing buttock-shaped grooves into their heads.
Oh, they’d seem some strange stuff over the years, strange pagan rituals, animal sacrifices, chanting… then all went quiet for a while.
Now all they got was the groups of teens who’d discovered them. Evenings spent feeling slightly woozy as they lit objects and polluted the air with strange smelling smoke…
It’s what made him start to lean, the feeling that smoke gave him…

 #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt: Circle #writephoto

#writephoto

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