Reading Niamh Boyce’s The Herbalist

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Late in the last week I started reading The Herbalist.

I noted this book to my to read list (actually this is my non-existent mental list. I just fav some tweets or add anything interesting to read button on my computer unfortunately not to return soon) when I read Niamh Boyce’s interview on Booksbywomen website. Something got me. She was telling about how she wrote the book inspired by a news piece in an old newspaper when she was 19. She says she started thinking about this news piece after 20 years later that was covering a herbalist who lived in the 1930s Ireland.

These details stuck in my mind. After months later I finally bought a Kindle version of the book and started reading. I should say it got me from the first sentence. Although it has a literature taste that makes it a bit complicated for me to understand the idioms sometimes, still I can recommend it whole heartedly.

The purpose of research is to bring the book to life, not to weight it down. A novel should feel immediate, even if it’s set in the past.

Niamh Boyce interview at http://booksbywomen.org/diving-into-the-silence-writing-inspired-by-real-life/

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We died again in Ankara Bombings: Have you seen the Peace?

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By Banksy

97 people maybe more died yesterday in Ankara, Turkey. Hundreds wounded.

Sometimes words are so simple.
So meaningless.
Especially in times of pain.

It was a peace rally organised by numerous organisations mainly composed of young people.
When they were singing and dancing two bombings followed. Witnesses tell that some bodies collapsed on top of each other armouring others against the blast’s tremendous effect. That’s how they survived.

I could not look at the pictures. I never do after such incidents.

But I know the place -near Ankara Train Station -very well. When I was living in Ankara I used to go there every month to get into train to visit my family in my neighbouring hometown. Last time, one month ago, I was there with my friends dropping me to the train. Now the sweet memory of getting into train ruined with collapsing young bodies on top of each other protecting the survivors.

Have we died? Is this the hell?

That is not a dream of my country that I visioned when I was growing up.
That is not the country that our politicians promised us for the 21st century.
Everybody says they are not responsible.

So why do I taste blood in my mouth? Why do I feel guilty?


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Have you seen The Peace?

I see The Peace in the middle of blood shed.

He is trying to get up pushing dead bodies aside.

Sitting in the full blood.

Looking at his hands of blood colour. He seems that he lost his mind.

Doctors say Peace will survive but he won’t be same again. He may not recover from this trauma he had yesterday.

I think I felt the most sinful day of my life loosing my hope.

I think I will not be same again. I am afraid.

I will not be same again.

Good Girls Don’t Become Best-Sellers—Channeling Your Inner “Bad Girl” to Reach Your Dreams

It has been a while that I have not laughed out loud when reading a blog post. Incredibly inspiring 🙂

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I am currently reading Kate White’s I Shouldn’t Be Telling You This: Success Secrets Every Gutsy Girl Should Know. There are bad books, okay books, good books and great books. But there is another kind of book and it’s the rarest.

The game-changer.

White has a witty, sassy style. She is seamlessly intelligent and down-to-earth in her fiction. And guess what? Her nonfiction delivers more of the same.

I’ve never recommended a book I haven’t finished, but this one has me far too excited. Even if Ms. White devolves into dirty limericks for the rest of the book? I still feel I have spent my money well. There are some points she makes which I feel are especially poignant and applicable to writers.

Part of the reason I’m referring to her book in this blog (even though I’m not yet finished) is that I might just chicken out unless I…

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