127
Followers
155
Following
Bettie's Books
A Stuga On the Cusp of the Orust Riviera, tucked away next to a hobbit hole in the woods.
Translated from the Hungarian by John BátkiIntroduction by John Lukacs1. THE TOUCHABLE EVELINE. THE YOUNG miss lay abed reading by the light of the candelabra.Beautifully written, and that last passage of wolf-howl winter nights brought a tear to my eye. And what about this from the hand of that rogue Pistoli: You were the Fairy Queen in the apple tree of my life*sigh*So many fabulous ideas here, and so much dark humour.♥ ♥ ♥ ♥