Books and Other Pleasures

“The girlS on the train”

“it’s as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the way I hold myself, the way I move.” [1]

Unfortunately, I can’t go into hibernation and follow the advice of Green Day[2] to the letter, so you have to face it in the best way.

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tumblr_maol8eolpc1r7ou24o1_500Septemberis a strange month, it is the ninth of the calendar year, however, it is a month of beginning. The school starts in September, the work after the holidays starts again in September, the new projects, the diets, the sport, the exams, the medical visits, the tv series! Everything seems to have entered forcefully in this month of thirty days in which we say goodbye to the Summer and we must resign ourselves about the shortening of the days.

I never liked September.

It has always seemed a month – trick to me: it rains with the sun, you do not know how to dress, all the holiday destinations cost less but you do not have time to go there, it gives hopes and then it immediately takes them back.

gif___sunset_train_by_turst67-d6mdbgy“it’s as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the…

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Tv Series Rehab_eng

“Chicken Wings, Friendzone And Friends”

he only reflection that I would add to what I already said, is to use it as a remedy “against the Autumn”, the season of swings mood and climate change, the commitments that start accumulating and the first colds. Despite the twenty years after the first episode, it remains one of the most ingenious and modern serial products of the tv program. A therapy, a breath of fresh air, some laughter in these obscure times.

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Tabasco chicken wings accompanied by Aioli Sauce.
(The recipe is from my friend, Anna)

Ingredients (for 4 people Aioli Sauce):
– 4 cloves garlic
– 1 tablespoon of filtered lemon juice
– Ground white pepper
– 3 Egg yolks, one of which is hard.
– Salt to taste.
– Oil

friends  Graphic by: Veronica

(chicken wings)
– 16 chicken wings.
– 2 cloves garlic
– 3/4 drops of tabasco
– 50 grams of grated Parmesan cheese
– 100g of breadcrumbs
– 100 ml of oil
– Salt and Pepper To Taste.

Aioli sauce Procedure:

In a mortar join the cloves of minced garlic with the salt and beat very well, we put all in a mixer by adding fresh and whisk yolks; we add the oil until it will not create a thick cream. Add a tablespoon of lemon juice and egg yolk, we have previously prepared crumbled…

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Books and Other Pleasures

“Braggot, Rain and Magic”

I would love writing a huge, fabulous, musical about Avalon. As big as Broadway production, but for now, I need to stay grounded and withmy eyes on the books.
The version of Marion Zimmer Bradley, “The Mists of Avalon”, is, at the moment, the one I prefer, because it revises the legends of the Arthurian Cycle from a womanly point of view.

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The first Fall’s rain after the Summer is like a shattered mirror, reflecting every little emotion, from the relief of the first fresh air to melancholy for the sunny days we leave behind. From the horror of the shrinking hours, to the comfort of a season full of prospects.

It is the season of grapes, pumpkins, and more intense colours.

And good books.

Actually, every season is right for good books, but you will agree with me that the rain and the first breezy is the ideal type of weather for a genre in particular: fantasy, with its magical atmospheres, supernatural beings, overwhelming mysteries.

Fantasy is the broader and more variegated literary genre, I guess, there are so many sub-categories to spin your head, but there are some hotspots that you can not neglect: the hero, the villain (very often one confused with the other), and magic!

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Books and Other Pleasures

“Wind, Violin And Spices”

Still my favourite

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graphic by: Gioia

<<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 howls it creeps under the porticos, raises her skirts, ruffles the hair, creates vortices in the meadows, taking with it yellow, red and brown leaves; it drives the clouds and thickens the seas. Then suddenly it stops and it comes the rain, slow, bored, it fills the spaces with its smell of Autumn by sliding the drops on the windows, getting the objects dirty  and washing away the sins.

fall-leaves-autumn-gif-1In this atmosphere, you have to find the nearest library, one of those with the smell of old books that you can already feel…

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