“The pleasure of taking a break”

I have never been to Northern Ireland, but thanks to Ian Sansom it seemed so, for the descriptions of the landscapes and characters that he traces with great skill. With an ironic and amusing pen at the right point, he gives us the wonderful figure of a librarian whose lesser evil is to find the 15,000 lost books of the bus that he must lead through the green streets of Ireland; an apparently ironic narrative composition, but serious in lecturing the painful and discouraging theme of the increasingly numerous cessation of libraries and the ever-decreasing use of municipal resources in education.

Through The Mirror

There are books in life that should be read for the simple pleasure of unplugging a bit. Books with few but well-defined characters, with a simple but captivating plot and that once laid do not leave with too many doubts and questions, but simply with an ironic smile, and a polite relaxation.

Many snub this type of books because they think that a “true reader”, a “pure reader” must necessarily cite great authors or critically recognized works.

A true reader reads everything, even the harmonies. He is capable of grasping the greatness of literary masterpieces as well as giggling over an appendix volume.

So, be cautious of those who do not read something so-called “lighter”. Just like those who don’t drink wine, they certainly have something to hide.

While I was helping one of my students of show business law and economics, in the winter of 2015 (in that very…

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“«Three dollars » and the scent of Spring”

What could I do with just three dollars? I wondered. Sure, I don’t have a son or a husband, but there’s still a paltry three dollars left.

Through The Mirror

I’d like to get more books from libraries, but I can’t because the book is like a dear friend to me and I can’t put it back on some stranger’s shelf, thinking that maybe they might treat it badly. So I tend to buy them, but the shelves are what they are and sometimes they overflow and while waiting to stock up on new ones I certainly can’t stop reading! Hence, it rarely happens that I borrow titles.

Borrowed books are different from the others, because they carry the past of those who have read them before: whether it is for a crumpled page, or for the slightly deformed paper edges, for a note on the side, for the movie ticket as a bookmark, a coffee stain, a smudge where a crumb has fallen … they reveal something from the previous reader, something intimate …

A loaned book is a…

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“A Soundrack for llaF”

In that library I found a book that still remains one of the most poetic I have read, sitting on the big carpet eating strawberries out of season, I found myself in Vienna, between violins and loves, between music and passion

Through The Mirror

STRAWBERRIES WITH CREAM CORRECT WITH BELLINI
(the recipe is mine)

Ingredients (4 – 5 people):
– strawberries, g 600
-sugar, 60 g
– lemon, 1/2 (the juice)
-liquor, 1 small glass (of the type you prefer)
– fresh whipping cream, 300 ml
– icing sugar, g 40
– 120 ml of peach juice
– 4 glasses of prosecco

Preparation

Quickly wash the strawberries under running water and put them to drain. We remove the stem and cut the strawberries into small pieces.
We put the strawberries in a container, preferably glass, add the sugar, the juice of 1/2 lemon and the liqueur
We mix very gently, then cover the container with a lid or kitchen cling film. We put the strawberries in the refrigerator for at least 30 minutes.
We take 120 ml of peach juice and mix them with the prosecco, then set aside in a cool place.
We…

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“«Three dollars » and the scent of Spring”

https://youtu.be/JkhX5W7JoWI I'd like to get more books from libraries, but I can't because the book is like a dear friend to me and I can't put it back on some stranger's shelf, thinking that maybe they might treat it badly. So I tend to buy them, but the shelves are what they are and sometimes …

“Wind, Violin And Spices”

  <<Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.>>[1]     The wind …