Eloge des librairiesis a lovely book for book lovers and even if Maël Renouard and I don’t read the same kind of books, we still share an infinite love for wandering into bookshops and making a permanent link between a book and the place where we bought it. Share this: Bluesky Emai...
—I tried two bookshops, but ___ of them had it.A.neitherB.noneC.anyD.either 免费查看参考答案及解析 题目: —Whose book is this—It ___ be Tom’s. Look, his name is on it.A.canB.mightC.mustD.can’t 免费查看参考答案及解析 题目: ___ a ...
for me, it will always be ketchup. I will certainly seek out Cloake’s book ‘One More Croissant for the Road’ about her culinary travels in France. Continue reading → 1 Comment Filed under Books Tagged as Book, Book Review, Book Reviews, Felicity Cloake, Fiction, Margaret Laurence, Non...
Others came from large estates, fellow bookshops and even publishers quietly offloading surplus(过剩的) stock. One visitor spoke of Bass as a character who could have come from a book. “I remember sensing in Bass, beyond a slightly gruff look, a man of great passion, a man who knew ...
Stand me in front of a bookshop, however, and there was no peace for anyone until I’d emptied my purse into its till. I’m still rather like that now, particularly where second-hand bookshops are concerned. And, for that, I credit one particular place: Unit 72, Birkenhead Market. ...
Of course, Vivement Dimanche is also a film by François Truffaut but I’ll stick with the first reference, it suits me better. Vivement Dimanche is a bookstore in the Croix-Rousse neighborhood in Lyon, France. The libraires opened three bookshops in this area in twenty years, which says...
published within the last 3-5 years. I review some of the books I read on my blog. One thing I found very helpful is to include the first lines in my review. First, I think it helps the potential reader get a taste of the book. Second, it helps ME learn what makes a good ...
The trade signs (and they were almost as many as the shops) were, all, grim illustrations of Want. The butcher and the porkman painted up, only the leanest scrags of meat; the baker, the coarsest of meagre loaves. The people rudely pictured as drinking in the wine-shops, croaked over...
Some authors write their books in restaurants and coffee shops. My first full time job was at a newspaper where 40 of us clacked away on manual typewriters in one big room—no cubicles, no partitions, conversations hollered over the din, most of my colleagues smoking, teletype machines clatt...
So the crowd of citizens, male and female, having closed their houses and shops, thronged from every direction, at early morn, towards some one of the three spots designated. Each had made his choice; one, the bonfire; another, the maypole; another, the mystery play. It must be stated...