I’m a mystery reader. Started way back in my Nancy Drew days. For some reason, I made a conscious decision not to read Gone Girl. It seemed every book I’ve wanted to read, for the past few years, has been compared to Gone Girl. Today, after reading that comparison yet once again, I’ve downloaded the damned book to my Kindle.
I’m on page 19. We sit down to supper and discuss our day. I’m telling you about the book and how I hate the sister’s nickname ‘Go’ – for Margo:
You: Go is the present and gone is the past participle.
Me: You have told me who the killer is!
You: No I haven’t! I only commented on the grammar between the sister’s name and the title, and you inferred that she was the killer.
Me: I did not, you did.
You: I haven’t read the book.
Me: I’m just on page 19 and you’ve already told me who the killer is.
He could be wrong, so I’ll keep reading the book.
I don’t usually do book reviews here… but I shall, soon, do such a review on Behind Closed Doors by B.A. Paris. So far, horrible. I’m screaming/moaning so much you’d think I would do best not to continue. But I will. Reading something I just can’t stand suits the premise of this adolescent book. Sigh.
Author goes by the name of B.A. Paris. So far, I wouldn’t use my full name either.
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I have recently finished Pamela Beckford’s poetry collection Love: Lost & Found, which follows her collection Dreams of Love. (both available at Amazon)
Right off the bat, Ms Beckford’s poems allow the reader to explore so many different forms of poetry. Structured forms and free verse. I suggest reading the last few pages of Love: Lost & Found first. Here, Ms Beckford has listed and explained the forms/structures of poetry she utilizes. While the poems can be enjoyed without such explanation, it certainly prepares one to realize the discipline involved in composing poetry.
As I was reading this poetry collection, I had the feeling of being invited to that deep space of loving and longing. One is fire to the other. Like a circle. One very beautiful poem, “Dreaming”, is still with me days after reading. “Something’s not quite the same/But the pillow holds your shape.”
Can’t go wrong with this one! I have enjoyed watching Ms Beckford’s growth as a poet and look forward to reading more of her work.
Are you wondering how to spend a lazy spring or almost spring afternoon? My advice would be to read the poetry collection Voices of Nature by Pamela Beckford and Kirsten A – now available at Amazon.com.
There is the Lone Poinsettia – by Kirsten -just a beautiful full circle going on here. Spring Sings…carries the reader away from winter and snow. Pamela’s Winter Winds can almost be felt in the bones – warmed by cocoa and escaped with the help of a favorite book!
Anyone who would like to read poetry about the seasons of nature and life and love will enjoy spending time curled up near a final fire glowing in the fireplace or on the balcony hoping for spring reading this collection.
Wondering what all those different forms of poetry are all about? This is the book for you! Fantastic forms and – at the end of the book – definitions!
A little hopeful collection of poetry goes a long way. Thank you, Pamela and Kirsten, for sharing your work. This one has truly appreciated your efforts.