Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Miss Read and Victoria Connelly

He thinks the few spirea branches hide him.



Snug as a bug in a rug.

I'm not sure how I found her, probably via googling Miss Read, but here's a link to British author Victoria Connelly's website. I found it so interesting that I've now read all her posts, even where she interviews other authors. 

Ms. Connelly spoke at Dora Saint's memorial service (aka Miss Read) back in 2012. Since then she has interviewed Mrs. Saint's daughter, Jill, oh- maybe three times or so. I'm not taking the time to create separate links, but the posts involving Miss Read are scattered throughout the newest half of the blog. If you are interested at all, it's worth scrolling through for a look. There are some old photos I'd never seen before, as well.

I also enjoyed the posts about all the locations the author researches for her books. I haven't read any of her books yet, so I can't speak one way or the other about them. Some sound rather cute, however. I will say that I'm not into explicit or graphic romance books at all, so I hope her books don't fall into that category.


Two of the three remaining kitties. These two are sisters.
I've always thought Baby, on the left, has an ewok on her back, or Chewie.
Pardon my messy reading corner. I'm incorrigible!
The bed is in transition, awaiting nights that will need the quilt once more.

And finally, I admire Victoria Connelly because she adopts ex-battery hens and gives the few that she can a loving, comfortable home the last few months to few years of their lives. The chance of living years is rare, though, because of the dreadful factory conditions they must endure for the mass production of eggs.

May many blessings come your way,
Bess