"To have her meals, and her daily walk, and her fill of novels, and to be left alone, was all that she asked of the gods."
Anthony Trollope, The Eustace Diamonds
Harry Markopolos: No One Would Listen: A True Financial Thriller
Eric Siblin: The Cello Suites: J. S. Bach, Pablo Casals, and the Search for a Baroque Masterpiece
Alexandra Horowitz: Inside of a Dog: What Dogs See, Smell, and Know
Addison Hodges Hart: Knowing Darkness: Reflections on Skepticism, Melancholy, Friendship, and God
Frances Hodgson Burnett: The Making of a Marchioness (Persephone Book)
Kazuo Ishiguro: Nocturnes: Five Stories of Music and Nightfall
Alexander McCall Smith: The Lost Art of Gratitude: An Isabel Dalhousie Novel
Julie Powell: Julie and Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen
Julia Child: My Life in France (Movie Tie-In Edition) (Random House Movie Tie-In Books)
Gillian Gill: We Two: Victoria and Albert: Rulers, Partners, Rivals
Diana Wells: My Therapist's Dog: Lessons in Unconditional Love
Eric W. Sanderson: Mannahatta: A Natural History of New York City
Antonia Fraser: Love and Louis XIV: The Women in the Life of the Sun King
Lisa R. Cohen: After Etan: The Missing Child Case that Held America Captive
John M. Barry: The Great Influenza: The story of the deadliest pandemic in history
Gina Kolata: Flu : The Story Of The Great Influenza Pandemic
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A quote from one of my favorite authors, describing the perfect life. It's not too much to ask, is it?
Posted by: Joan Kyler | October 31, 2010 at 08:52 AM
The perfect life in a capsule.
Posted by: Elizabeth | October 31, 2010 at 11:46 AM
Sigh...
Posted by: Marcia | October 31, 2010 at 02:11 PM
Ah well......
Posted by: Mystica | October 31, 2010 at 03:31 PM
Hi Joan: I confess I'm finding it difficult to achieve! Thanks for stopping by.....
Hello Elizabeth: Mr. Trollope did have a way with words, although as this description was of the decidedly non-reclusive Lizzie Eustace, it was definitely tongue-in-cheek. LOL!
Hi Marcia: Ditto.
Hello Mystica: Double-ditto.
Posted by: Karen | October 31, 2010 at 11:31 PM
Just that quote alone makes me want to read Trollope ...
Posted by: Nicola | November 01, 2010 at 09:21 PM
Hello Nicola: Anthony Trollope is a favorite of mine; his books have provided me with many happy hours over the years. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
Posted by: Karen | November 01, 2010 at 10:12 PM
Sometimes I joke to my friends that I've been waiting my whole life to be middle-aged so that I could stop pretending I care about clubs & loud music and looking ultra-sexy & paying attention to what's hip (or whatever word they're using for hip these days) and just admit that my idea of a really fun evening is a quiet dinner with a few people I love followed by a long stretch of reading history or literature.
Trollope has long been on the list. :)
Posted by: Odette | November 02, 2010 at 03:03 PM
Hello Odette: I, too, am middle-aged enough to admit that I share your idea of a fun evening! Not to be too fussy, but I'd like a fireplace to figure into the picture somewhere.
Posted by: Karen | November 02, 2010 at 05:13 PM
My favorite line from AT used to be one from The Small House at Allington... Let her who is forty call herself forty; but if she can be young in spirit at forty, let her show that she is so.' Now that I'm not 40 anymore, I'm going to adopt this one instead (and read more Trollope, definitely!)
Posted by: Audrey | November 03, 2010 at 12:04 PM
Hi Audrey: I love that quote! I used to keep a small commonplace book where I noted down my favorite bits and pieces of Trollope, Austen, etc., but it got lost in the shuffle in my last move. Do stop by again soon.
Posted by: Karen | November 03, 2010 at 01:39 PM