Welcome to my blog Upstate Girl, (a.k.a Follow Your Bliss Part II), I am an independently published author. This blog is all about writing and the stuff that inspires me to write, the joys and obstacles that come along with the writer's life, and my fascination with the psychology of people and what makes them tick...the human condition, as is...and my love for words, playing with them and making sense of them...and I throw in a few photos from my acre of the world just to make things pretty...sometimes there are things I have no words for, only pictures will do.

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Sunday, February 1, 2009

Favorite Old Books

I have many favorite books, and some I especially treasure...like this one...

The books that inspire a writer in those early years before she became a writer...I already loved ghost stories and such, this is one of the best...it's so dark...

This gorgeous old copy of Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights illustrated with wood engravings by Fritz Eichenberg is a treasure...they just don't make books like this anymore...

At the age of 14 when I first picked up a paperback copy that I found in my sister's college texts, I was hooked by the first page...there was something magical happening from the start that sent my imagination out to those wild and windy moors...

"I'm come home: I lost my way on the moor!"

"Here! and here!" replied Catherine striking one hand on her forehead, and the other on her breast: "in which ever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart, I'm convinced I'm wrong!"

"...they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over me, but I won't rest till you are with me. I never will!"

"I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?"

“We’re dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us...”

“No, Mr. Lockwood,” said Nelly, shaking her head. “I believe the dead are at peace: but it is not right to speak of them with levity.”

1 comment:

Pat said...

When we were just teenagers, my sister was so impressed by Wuthering Heights, I (younger) would go arond the house calling out "Heathcliff, Heathcliff". She, of course was Cathy. Lost youth, and the dreams that we could have every image and be every person in a book.