...a heap of trash with a boat-cloak thrown over it.
Well that's not a very auspicious introduction is it?! :)
I finally caved in and read some CSF today. I was determined to finish Melville and at least one of the PO'B books I got for Christmas before I went anywhere near Forester. What can I say? I was on a very long cold train journey and willpower deserted me.
I only read the first chapter of Mr Midshipman Hornblower and was intrigued that Horatio in his youngest incarnation simultaneously manages to be both a poor truaghan* and almost preternaturally self-possessed. To my fic-addled mind he also seemed painfully lost and lonely without Archie :(
From the brief snip I've read, I like Foresters writing style, somehow its not quite what I imagined it would be, but I can't really say why. And I adored the bit about the tea!
"Give me another cup," he said, and was proud of himself that he could think about tea at that moment.
Oh, and I couldn't follow the game of whist even though I used to play with my grandfather. I was only five at the time and I suspect now that he simplified the rules for me ;)
*truaghan - poor wretched creature (Gaelic)
I finally caved in and read some CSF today. I was determined to finish Melville and at least one of the PO'B books I got for Christmas before I went anywhere near Forester. What can I say? I was on a very long cold train journey and willpower deserted me.
I only read the first chapter of Mr Midshipman Hornblower and was intrigued that Horatio in his youngest incarnation simultaneously manages to be both a poor truaghan* and almost preternaturally self-possessed. To my fic-addled mind he also seemed painfully lost and lonely without Archie :(
From the brief snip I've read, I like Foresters writing style, somehow its not quite what I imagined it would be, but I can't really say why. And I adored the bit about the tea!
"Give me another cup," he said, and was proud of himself that he could think about tea at that moment.
Oh, and I couldn't follow the game of whist even though I used to play with my grandfather. I was only five at the time and I suspect now that he simplified the rules for me ;)
*truaghan - poor wretched creature (Gaelic)