Question of the day.

What was the first book that scared you?

My answer:

Again, can’t think about the FIRST, but the one I remember most vividly is Himmelsdalen by Marie Hermansson (the English title is apparently The Devil’s Sanctuary). It was a thriller about a guy whose identical twin brother lived in a luxury facility for psychopaths, and who got invited there for a short visit by his brother and then tricked into changing identities with him and trapped in there for an indefinite time.

In hintsight, I guess it wasn’t even the book itself that has such a power over me but I was also reading it in sort of wrong circumstances, it was recommended to me by a friend and I didn’t have much of an idea what it’s about exactly, and not the most fortunately picked it up at night when I couldn’t sleep and also happened to have a fair bit of sensory anxiety which makes me jittery and overstimulated in a general sense as well. So it did make a huge impression on me, but while it did feel very scary at times, overall I really enjoyed reading this book despite the accompanying circumstances, luckily somehow it didn’t make me feel muchh worse, and read it whole in one night, and also later I recommended it to my Mum and she read it as well. She read it in much more relaxed settings and over a much longer period of time, typically in the kitchen while having her morning coffee, but found it rather chilling in some parts as well and we talked about it a lot.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (19th October).

What was the first book that made you cry, or at least feel very, very sad?

My answer:

I’ve been thinking about this for a while but can’t think of a book that was the first. While books often affect me strongly and I may easily feel sad if a book is sad, I don’t cry very easily at all because of a book even if I fee like I’d like to be able to sometimes, it’s just a super rare thing, same with movies and music. While on one hand I’m glad I’m not an easy cryer and at least in some part it is the effect of my own considerable efforts over the years of bottling things up, on the other hand I actually envy people who can cry when they’re moved by things as it seems a very healthy mechanism and seems to be generally seen as a very sincere reaction by people. So basically because it’s very frequently that a book moves me very deeply and I find it very sad, but at the same time ultra rare that it would make me cry, I can’t think of one particular example that would be either the first or even just one that would stand out particularly. I remember that the last book that I was crying a little bit when reading it was Maggie Hartley’s book Battered, Broken, Healed that I read last year, when for some unexplained reason one specific thing made me feel particularly sad, namely when the mum of a baby whom Maggie was taking care of at the time was telling Maggie about how whenever her daughter cried at night, her abusive husband wouldn’t let her see to her and how difficult it was for her and for little Jasmine as well. I don’t know why it made such a very strong impression, it’s definitely not my typical reaction even when I hear sad things like this and it’s not the most difficult thing I’ve heard definitely, but it just made me feel so sad I suddenly started crying but only a little bit. I guess I must have generally been feeling down.

Oh, yeah, now I remember a book that made me feel particularly sad, but it definitely wasn’t the first one, actually quite recent, and it also made me feel a whole spectrum of all sorts of feelings and, despite a rather difficult topic of the book, quite a few fragments of it also made me laugh a lot and overall the experience was very positive. It was Room by Emma Donoghue.

So, how about you? Also, are you easily moved by books at all? If so, is it to such a degree that you just easily absorb emotions that are in the book, or does it also mean that you cry easily when you read something particularly moving, be it positively or negatively? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (18th October).

What was the first book that got you hooked on an author? Do you still like that author?

My answer:

I believe the very first one would have to be The Six Bullerby Children by Astrid Lindgren. That’s where my love for Sweden, Swedish language and Astrid Lindgren’s books has started. And yes, she’s still one of my all-time favourite authors that I like to go back to sometimes. I haven’t read all of her books or haven’t reread all of those that I read because not all of them speak to me but the ones that do, do really strongly and I love the idyllic feel in them as well as Lindgren’s sense of humour and just generally the feel of her books.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

What was the first book that made you feel like you really identified with the protagonist?

My answer:

Don’t know if it was the first, but it was definitely the book that made me identify with the protagonist the most of all books, and it’s the Emily of New Moon series. Which I actually wrote about on here before quite often, for example in the context of my name change, as I changed my name to Emilia at least partly because of Emily of New Moon. We aren’t totally alike of course – that would be scary – and also have a lot of differences, but still it’s such an unbelievably relatable character to me – and the whole series really, not just Emily herself – and has been over the years, it’s crazy!

What was such a book for you? Do you still identify equally strongly with the protagonist, or has it changed over the years? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

What was the first adult book you ever read? How old were you? Did you ever read YA when you were age appropriate, or did you jump from children’s books to adult books?

My answer:

I was thinking hard about it and it took me really a long time. Probably both because I read a lot, and I don’t really have memory for such details like which book was first and when exactly, I’ll typically remember the plot line of the book, or other things that happened around the time when I read it, what was going on in my life, what were my reactions to/associations with the book etc. But actually when I thought hard enough I figured the answer was much easier than I thought, because one of the first books I read was a proper, very adult, very difficult book. And I’m pretty sure I’ve even written about it on here not that very long ago. I just got signed into the school library and was reading my first, short children’s books, but they weren’t particularly interesting and too short for me to be enough between the times when I was able to go to the library. So I wanted to try something longer and something that I knew I’d actually like, and asked about brothers’ Grim fairytales. I got a huge book, but, to sum it up, because as I said I wrote about it earlier in more detail, there was a mistake and the book I got was nothing like brothers Grim’s fairytales! And the funny thing was that, despite as I read on and couldn’t get myself at all engaged into the oh so boring, dull plotline, and it wasn’t at all like the brothers Grim book my Mum had read to me, no alarm went off in my brain that, uh oh, perhaps I’ve got the wrong book. I thought perhaps it was some really long introduction (though why it was completely off topic I had no idea either). Finally, a young girl who was volunteering in our boarding school group at the time once came over to me and asked just out of curiosity what I was reading. I complained to her that I got brothers Grim from the library but it’s so much more boring than when my Mum read it to me and actually seems like a whole different book, and there’s a lot about animals. She wanted to have a look at the cover and we were both surprised to realise that it was actually some very fancy book about… white lions? if I remember correctly, something like that. Super geeky! I was still very much learning what the whole literature thing was about and how to deal with books, and while I could read the title page myself and did, it must have probably been too disorientating for me yet. I don’t think I’d be into something like that even nowadays, although I’m sure I wouldn’t keep on reading it for as long as I did, it wasn’t really very much like me, I generally get discouraged with books quickly and give up on them ’cause why read something that’s not particularly interesting if there are so many more interesting books out there, I hate being bored.

Anyway, I must have been about 7-8 at the time it happened.

As for adult book in the context of a book containing so called adult content, when I was maybe a preteen, I was a member of our local talking book library. I loved to read and I would happily to it all the time but I could hardly have enough Braille books at home even with all the different sources I got them from, so mostly I listened to talking books on tapes. The library ladies liked me very much and were very nice, but I don’t think they really knew themselves what they had in their library, what the books were about and what ages they were appropriate for. Because I got lots of books from them that, even though I was quite a smart kid, were often for one reason or another not really appropriate for my age either intellectually or emotionally, in hintsight. That particular “adult” book was about a 15-year-old girl, so actually it could probably classify as YA only it did have a lot of sexual scenes that I absolutely wasn’t ready for then, and found all of that quite shocking, together with that the protagonist’s family was very much pathological, and she herself had a sort of lifestyle that I didn’t realise a 15-year-old could live. I think I did knew the basics about the birds and bees by the time, but not much beyond that, and it was just something very new and very overwhelming to me. I don’t think there was anything pervert or anything like that, just very graphic and the whole book overall had a sort of rough feel to it the way I remember it which made it feel even more overwhelming. In a way though, this new world was even quite fascinating. But I felt very much disturbed and after some time I talked about all that with Mum, and she reassured me, explained some things to me that were in this book and that I was wondering about, and said that if I didn’t feel like reading it further, I didn’t have to, and so I left it. I don’t remember the title of it now, I only have a vague recollection that it was German but I’m not even sure of that.

And as for YA, oh of course I read it! A lot! Since quite an early age, and enjoyed it a lot. Moreover, I still do and read a lot of it.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Hi people! πŸ™‚

What is something that is making you feel good, these days? πŸ™‚

My answer:

Misha’s presence is always making me feel good. Right now he’s sleeping on the wardrobe and he has spent almost the entire day with me.

The cooler weather is making me feel good, too. The summer heat has been quite exhausting for me, and for Misha too, also for my Mum and I think for a lot of people as it was really a long time and at times felt insanely hot, and I’m really glad that it’s cooler now, it feels very pleasant outside.

The fact that my Dad’s at work so I don’t have to deal with him for a few days πŸ˜€ – he’d had quite long holidays recently and now he’s gone back to work yesterday. It gets unpleasant and stale when you’re spending so much time with someone and you’re not really on the same wavelength at all.

Music. I’ve been listening to lots of great music, but that’s nothing new. Also my great speaker and headphones that I’ve got myself recently and that I use with my iPhone. I really love my computer speakers as well, but, as I always listen to something quietly at night, it wasn’t as much of a pleasure listening to something at night on them, with all the accompanying hum of my desktop computer.

Food always makes me feel good as well. Today we had very yummy chocolate budyΕ„ with Mum. Mum makes it on her own, it’s not the instant, shop-bought budyΕ„. I think I’ve explained somewhere on here earlier what budyΕ„ is, but if you don’t know, it’s kinda like a creamy Polish pudding. Only Mum put a bit too much chocolate into it, and while it was extremely delicious, it was really, really sweet, and neither of us was able to eat a lot. πŸ˜€

Books make me feel good. Right now I’m reading a very amusing Polish book, which is basically an anthology of different texts from mostly Polish literature, but not only, from different time periods and genres, all about cats! I’ve just started it today in the morning but I think it’s going to be very enjoyable for me. And the last book I read was “Harriet and the Cherry Pie” by Clare Compton, a lovely English children’s book, the style and plotline of which reminded me very strongly of Noel Streatfeild, and I like things like these. Since the main character lived in her great aunt’s cafe, there was lots of food involved.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Hi people! πŸ™‚

Simple question:

What are you reading? πŸ™‚

My answer:

As you should be able to see in the GoodReads widget, Im reading a foster care memoir by Maggie Hartley called “Exploited”. I read almost all of her memoirs that were available on Audible, but it seems like most of them, or at least quite a few, are not, so now I’m getting them from Kobo. I’ve started this book last night before going to bed, and then didn’t sleep too well, falling asleep after 2 AM and waking already about 6, but didn’t dare getting up and doing something more constructive because I had Sofi sleeping with me since Mum’s away so she is afraid to sleep on her own, and Misha was sleeping between us and I didn’t want to wake either of them up, so I spent a large portion of the night reading it, and now I’m almost at the end. It’s been enjoyable like all Maggie Hartley’s books have been to me but also rather very predictable. The next book on my list is “Thinking in Pictures” by Temple Grandin, I’m curious what it’ll be like and how I’ll like it.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Hi people! πŸ™‚

A few months ago, I asked you about some book or film that everyone else likes but you hate. Let’s do it the other way round today:

Is there a book, film, or TV show you like that everyone seems to dislike?

My answer:

While I often like things that are generally disliked, usually because people find them strange, just as I often do not like things that are popular with people because they’re boring and overrated, I’m having a hard time coming up with some specific book/film/TV show example. Probably because I mostly try to look for people who have similar tastes to me, and if someone does not, there’s little point in discussing how each of us dislikes what the other loves. The only thing I can think of off the top of my head is that I do like to read dictionaries, not only when I just need to look up a word, whereas people seem to find it very dire and boring. I think it’s very brain-stimulating, and definitely synaesthesia-stimulating for me. Sometimes I like to read through a few random words in a dictionary, either to learn something new or just because.

What’s something like this for you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Hey guys! πŸ™‚

What is a book that you would recommend to everyone?

My answer:

We’ve had a similar question as far as I can see somewhere on My Inner MishMash, but just in case someone else would like to recommend something, or maybe some of you who have commented on that old post have other ideas I decided to ask in this form once again. For me, as I wrote in that old post, it seems quite a hard task to recommend a book for just about everyone, because we all have so different tastes and we all want different things from the books we read, so I will repeat my recommendation from that post. I think a very universal book, that could have the potential to appeal to many very different people, could be the “Chicken Soup For The Soul” series by Jack Canfield. I haven’t read all books in that series myself but I have read some, and I know many people have and it’s well liked in different countries, so I think it’s a nice pick.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Hi people! πŸ™‚

What is a single least favourite book, that you have finished reading anyways or was required to read?

My answer:

Hm, usually I don’t waste my time on reading books I don’t like and when I can’t get into it for a long time and it doesn’t look like I’m going to become interested in the plot line any time soon, or if something bothers me strongly, I just put it away. I find it a bit hilarious how some people wade through books they don’t like just because they’ve started something and have a sort of mental tradition that they must finish every book they have started no matter what. My Mum is like that, and I sometimes feel for her because I find it the worse when someone takes a long time to read one book like she does because she doesn’t have much time for reading, so instead of quickly starting something new and more interesting, she’s tormenting herself with one, boring book for months. I have to have a really sound reason and determination to read a book I don’t like, or have to feel very strongly forced, but, although I really enjoy reading books I like and read ALL the time, I even cheated with school compulsory readings quite frequently, because I didn’t like most of them. There certainly must be some books that I’ve read whole despite not enjoying them and not liking them at all, but currently I just can’t think of anything.

Oh, I was just going to publish this post when something did came to my mind, lol! That was the first (longer) book that I read whole despite not being interested in it one bit, and it was quite a hilarious and strange thing. When I was just starting school, I think I’d just learned to read fairly fluently and started to enjoy it thoroughly, I once went to the library to get brothers’ Grim Fairytales – my Mum read them to me countless times and made me love all sorts of fairytales and other folklore creations at a very early age as you may already know – because I finally wanted to read them myself and I was absolutely excited about it. I asked the librarian for it and was presented with an extremely, deliciously heavy book, and got back to my room and immediately started to read it. I was very surprised by its content, though, it wasn’t anything like what my Mum read to me. There was no Red Riding Hoods, Rapunzels and the like, but loads of strange, long words and names that were completely unfamiliar to me. I hadn’t read many actual books by then really, and was still learning to navigate them and the whole literary world, so I was thinking, perhaps it was some sort of an introduction, foreword… whatever, and kept on reading, there was no actual table of contents either as far as I remember and I was thinking maybe it was important to read it when reading the whole book, as it happens with some books. I actually don’t know why I kept on reading it so determinedly and diligently, it was completely unlike me, and why I didn’t realise that perhaps something was wrong with it that it’s so very off topic and didn’t notice anything, or at least try to skip the boring pages instead of reading it page after page, and I’ve read quite a fair bit of it I believe, even though I remember literally yawning at it and was growing more and more discouraged, so, I think it was quite silly. Even though I didn’t make the conclusion myself, which, as I said, I find weird a little, but maybe I was just too new to the literary world, someone finally helped me. A volunteer who was working in our boarding school group at the time once went up to me and asked what I was reading, and I told her that brothers Grimm, but it’s not really quite as interesting as I thought and doesn’t really remind me in any way of what my Mum used to read to me. She asked me if she could have a look, and then we were both surprised because the book I was reading was definitely no fairytales! I don’t know the English title of this book if it was translated to English, but it was by Vitus DrΓΆscher and it was about animals, but not quite something that would be fitting for children of my age then. It was quite scientific and geeky and if I remember correctly, it was about some rules and behaviours that different animals have. And I was never an animal/nature geek very much, even when I read magazines for children and there was always a more or less extensive article on how different wild animals live, I usually was happy to skip it. So the mystery was finally resolved! πŸ˜€ They had to make a mistake at the library, probably based on the signature of the book or something. I really loved reading though, and it was what I usually did when I didn’t have anything more interesting to do or just in my free time, and I think I didn’t go with that book right away to the library but don’t remember why, perhaps it was the weekend, or perhaps I didn’t have an opportunity or anyone to go with me, or perhaps I was anxious of peopling with people I didn’t know very well, but I think I had that book with me for a while yet and am pretty sure that, even though it felt even more boring now that I knew what it was about and that there wasn’t going to be anything interesting further, I kept on reading it for a few more days when I had nothing better to do and wanted to read something. And since as I said I was a fairly fast reader, I think I may have read it whole, or if not whole, then at least the greater part of it. πŸ˜€

You? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (20th September).

When was the last time you begun a new chapter?
My answer:
In a more literal way, today – I’ve been rereading “Jane Eyre” and have read at least two chapters today. – πŸ˜€ But what I’m asking you and myself is more about life in general, though feel free to answer this question how you’d like.
The last time I begun a new chapter… I think a proper, major, separate, key chapter in its own right, was when I’ve got Misha. It has changed so much in my life, and now I can’t even imagine easily not having him in my life. Then there was also starting my new, current blog, but since I’d done it multiple times in the past, it didn’t have that feel of a brand mew beginning. You? πŸ™‚
PS: Let me know if anything looks different/weird/worse about this post, I don’t think it should but just in case and out of curiosity. I’m writing this via email on my brand new Braille-Sense that arrived yesterday. I’ve also got a new PlexTalk, and yes, the computer, but turns out my scary adjustment process (and a lot of the stress) can be postponed for some more. Something in it got broken on the delivery so I need to send it back to the company who helped me get it so that they can fix it. Nothing major, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, but bad enough that you can’t even turn the computer on.

Question of the day (16th September).

What was the last book you read?

My answer:

The last that I finished? It was “Innocent”, the new book by Cathy Glass. I enjoyed it as I always do with her books but it also let me down a bit. If you are planning to read this book, I suggest you skip this paragraph, spoiler ahead.Cathy Glass is a foster carer who writes memoirs about the children she takes care of. In this particular book, she writes about two siblings – Molly and Kit – whose mother was very anxious about their health, and who both had a lot of mysterious ailments and non-accidental injuries and were visiting the hospital ultra frequently. No one knew what was up with them but there was a suspicion that they were abused and that’s why they were separated from their parents. Cathy wanted to make sure that the cause of children’s illnesses could be defined. I won’t be telling you the whole book but basically, while Cathy, and the kids’ social worker, and everyone involved were scratching their heads over what could be the issue here, I knew for sure at about the third chapter that the problem was that the mummy had Munschhausen syndrome by proxy/FDIA, and I’m not a professional. It really wasn’t hard to figure out so I wondered whether Cathy just wanted it to look like such a lengthy process so she could write a full length book or it really took them that long. Granted that I was just reading the book, not involved in the case, so perhaps how it actually looked like was different and less obvious than described in the book. It was more difficult for them because the children’s mother was giving them food to take to Cathy’s when she saw them at contact, it was already poisoned so they were often sick at Cathy’s as well. I was also surprised that even when they knew full well that the mother has FDIA, the judge decided that the children should live with their parents. As if a few weeks stay in the hospital could really fix such a serious disorder. I don’t know, maybe it can, but it felt really, really doubtful to me. I guess it’s not a rare situation when judges deciding on families make such rather questionable choices. What surprised me was that the parents of the kids – Filip and Aneta – had actually Polish names – or if not Polish then Czech, because both ANeta and Filip are Polish and Czech names. It wouldn’t be anything weird in the UK where a lot of Poles live, but it wasn’t mentioned anywhere in the book that they were Polish or Czech and their kids had English names. I understand that Cathy had to change their names from what they originallly were, but still, that was interesting. Though, as a linguophile and a name nerd, I felt slightly annoyed that the narrator read Aneta’s name like Anita with an “ee” all the time, while it is ah-NE-tah in both languages, and Anita is a different name. πŸ˜€ But of course that’s just a detail.

And the last book I’ read but never finished was “Camilla” by Fanny Burney. I was excited to read it, I thought I will love it, I like this type of English classics, and I liked that it was an influence for Jane Austen, but, uh, I just couldn’t get through it. I’m not someone who is very thirsty for quick-paced action in books, it may be slow as long as it’s interesting and well written, but that book was just too much for me. I really tried to read it, I read it for a very long time, tried to get into it, but just couldn’t. It just felt overly lengthy and boring. And the consciousness that the whole book is about 1000 pages long made me feel like yawning, so I just left it. Maybe another time. I managed to like the character of Eugenia though. I wonder if I should read “Evelina” by Burney which I also thought could be interesting. Now I’m not so sure.

And I’m still reading “Forever Twelve” by Meg Kimball, which are the first four books in her “Advice Avengers” series. Meg is my fantastic blog friend who blogs at https://whenbadadvicehappens.wordpress.com (I’m sorry this link looks like this but I’m writing via email) and I was also really excited to read her series. I’m reading the third book which is called “Andi Has The Answers”, and I’m enjoying it a lot. I like how positive and unrealistic these books are, I mean, the two main characters are 12-year-old girls. I have a 12-year-old girl called Zofijka at home and the Advice Avengers and their friends differ so vastly from Zofijka and her friends whom I know. Corey and Andi are so nicely childish but at the same time, especially Corey, is very mature and wise for her age in my opinion. And the whole series just feels so nice that I’d like to jump into that world right away. πŸ˜€ In this respect, Meg’s writing reminds me of my favourite Polish writer called MaΕ‚gorzata Musierowicz, who has written a series called JeΕΌycjada, I will always regret that it’s not translated into English, it’s a big loss for non Polish speakers in my view. Ms. Musierowicz’s writing style and the setting of her books hugely differs from Meg’s, but the slightly utopian, warm atmosphere is very much the same.

Oh well, when I created this blog I told myself I won’t be doing reviews, did I just write one big review of 3 books, or doesn’t it count as a review yet? πŸ˜€ Well anyway, I’ve been making a lot of interesting literary discoveries lately so I guess that’s justified, even if it is a review of sorts. And, people, I’ve read all those books in English. It no longer feels like a deal at all for me.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (1st July).

What was the first book you remember reading?

My answer:

I guess I did a post on that in the past myself, don’t know if it was as a part of question of the day series, so rather than writing the whole story again, I’ll just simply say that it was “God And The Mouse” by Angela Toigo. Very boring, and too short for my reading skills haha, read it in one afternoon.

What was yours? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

Where is your favourite place to read?

My answer:

I can easily read anywhere that is not too loud or not too many stimuli that would either distract me or make me uncomfortable/anxious. I don’t like reading when there are many people around me, even when I don’t have to engage with them or even care about them, though sometimes I’ll do that if I’m bored. But I guess my favourite place is my room, especially my bed, it’s where I read the most and most often.

You? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (27th June).

Do you read a book in one sitting or over multiple days?

My answer:

It really depends, but I guess it takes me a relatively short time compared to most people I know to read a book. Probably because I read more, because I have a possibility to read more, paradoxically. I read before falling asleep, after waking up, when riding/commuting, when I’m bored and have nothing else to do, waiting for anything, sometimes even when I’m eating a meal or having a bath or anything basic like that. And if something interests me, I can just sit with it until I finish it, or sometimes I will relish it as long as possible, though I rarely can read a book longer than a week, becauseI simply read too often and in too big chunks I guess.

How about you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (26th June).

Hi people! πŸ™‚

Here are some more bookish questions for you. πŸ™‚

Can you read while hearing music?

My answer:

Sure. I am a multitasker, as long as it doesn’t require coordination or other such skills, and I like listening to music while reading. I almost always do, and it actually helps me to focus even more and feel more absorbed by a book. I like to listen to music that could work as a soundtrack to the book I’m reading. I love both listening to music and reading so why not do both at the same time.

How is it for you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day.

What is a book you dislike that everyone else seems to love?

My answer:

“Harry Potter”, “Twilight” and other trendy stuff that people get mad about. I just don’t feel it one bit. I tried convincing myself to “Twilight” but I actually really dislike books about vampires they are so odd and I just don’t see what’s so appealing about them. Especially about the romance part, ugh, a vampire like Edward Cullen is certainly not my type of a guy. One thing is I simply don’t like most of the fantasy genre, so it’s just boring for me. And another is that if everyone seems to love something, I will most likely dislike it. πŸ˜€ That’s just how I am. There are exceptions, but I won’t like something, or even I won’t usually read something, just because everyone else does.

What is such book for you? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (20th June).

What’s your favourite author?

My answer:

My favourite Polish author is definitely MaΕ‚gorzata Musierowicz, I’ve written about her loads of times on here, she’s an author of a lovely book series that I just love to pieces. And my favourite foreign author is Lucy Maud Montgomery. But I find “Anne Of Green Gables” slightly overrated. I do like her but she’s written so many other great books that are underappreciated because everyone sees only Anne who’s not as interesting as some other of her heroines like Emily Starr from “Emily Of New Moon” or Valancy Stirling from “The Blue Castle” for example. And I don’t like that people always think that her books are only for children. Well my Zofijka is a child, a tween, and she doesn’t even understand “Anne Of Green Gables”. I think with Montgomery’s books is a bit like with “The Moomins” or “Winnie The Pooh”, everyone associates them with children and reads them in childhood, but it’s only when you grow up that you start really understanding them and seeing them from a different angle.

How about your favourite author? πŸ™‚

Question of the day (19th June).

What is a book you’re currently reading?

My answer:

Some time ago, my Polish blind friend introduced me to British author called Cathy Glass, who is also a foster carer and writes foster care memoirs, and we both loved them. The problem was though that few of them were translated to Polish and even fewer we could find online so that we could read accessibly. My ENglish wasn’t quite good enough for reading a book in it. But, funnily enough and coincidentally, some years later I started to be more active in the English Internet, way more than in the Polish part of the Internet as it soon turned out, and I joined a mailing list for blind people with mental health problems, and a lot of people there like Cathy Glass too, and other similar authors, so I started to be interested in it again, and learnt that Cathy’s books are on Audible. So I could have a fun way of expanding my English via reading her books, although truth be told I’ve never had many problems with vocabulary whatsoever reading her books, they areeasy peasy, so maybe now is the time to move on to Shakespeare for me, or something equally sophisticated. πŸ˜€ And I’m still catching up on books by her that I haven’t read yet, and I’m doing this at the moment too, and just finishing a book by her called “A Baby’s Cry”, which I find very interesting and engrossing. The next book I’m going to read is also by her – “Saving Danny”, and then I’m going to change the direction for a while and will read a delicious Polish book that I’ve been looking forward to read for quite a while but just got hold of recently, which is about my favourite patron saint – st. Hyacinth, I got it from my Mum. – His actual name is Jacek, he’s my Dad’s patron saint, and mine too, even though I am not a Jacek, I’ve just always loved him and felt a connection and was interested in his life. I’ve even got an icon of him in my room.

How about your current read(s)?