!Mira que luna! Look at that moon! Resources for learning English
Fernando Olivera: El rapto.- TEXT FROM THE NOVEL The goldfinch by Donna Tartt (...) One night we were in San Antonio, and I was having a bit of a melt-down, wanting my own room, you know, my dog, my own bed, and Daddy lifted me up on the fairgrounds and told me to look at the moon. When "you feel homesick", he said, just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go". So after he died, and I had to go to Aunt Bess -I mean, even now, in the city, when I see a full moon, it's like he's telling me not to look back or feel sad about things, that home is wherever I am. She kissed me on the nose. Or where you are, puppy. The center of my earth is you". The goldfinch Donna Tartt 4441 English edition
Sunday, June 24, 2012
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society by Mary AnnShaffer and Annie Barrows
Mr Sidney Stark, Publisher
Stephens & Stark Ltd
21 St Jamesﾒs Place
London SW1
8th January 1946
Dear Sidney,
Susan Scott is a wonder. We sold over forty copies of the book, which was very pleasant, but much
more thrilling from my standpoint was the food. Susan managed to get hold of ration coupons for icing
sugar and real eggs for the meringue. If all her literary luncheons are going to achieve these heights, I
wonﾒt mind touring the country. Do you suppose that a lavish bonus could spur her on to butter? Let's try
it - you may deduct the money from my royalties.
Now for my grim news. You asked me how work on my new book is progressing. Sidney, it isn't.
English Foibles seemed so promising at first After all, one should be able to write reams about the
Society to Protest Against the Glorification of the English Bunny. I unearthed a photograph of the
Vermin Exterminators'Trade Union, marching down an Oxford street with placards screaming 'Down
with Beatrix Potter!' But what is there to write about after a caption? Nothing, that's what.
I no longer want to write this book - my head and my heart just aren't in it. Dear as Izzy Bickerstaff is -
and was - to me, I don't want to write anything else under that name. I don't want to be considered a
light-hearted journalist any more. I do acknowledge that making readers laugh - or at least chuckle -
during the war was no mean feat, but I don't want to do it any more. I can't seem to dredge up any
sense of proportion or balance these days, and God knows one cant write humour without them.
In the meantime, I am very happy that Stephens & Stark is making money on Izzy Bickerstaff Goes to
War. It relieves my conscience over the debacle of my Anne Bronte biography.
My thanks for everything and love,
Juliet
P.S. I am reading the collected correspondence of Mrs Montagu. Do you know what that dismal woman
wrote to Jane Carlyle? 'My dear little Jane, everyone is born with a vocation, and yours is to write
charming little notes.' I hope Jane spat at her.
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