The Book Cake Tag is all over Booktube so Sylvia from ifyougaveagirlabook thought it’d be a fun tag to transfer over to Tumblr.
This tag was created by suddenlylorna
I was tagged by the fictionologist! (thanks! ;-))
The first ingredient in making a cake is FLOUR:
This is the book that was slow to start, but really began to pick up as you went along.
- I thought long and hard and I am going to go with Ghostwritten by David Mitchell. A very slow start for me, but once one realises how the stories are connected, it really takes off.
Next, we add MARGARINE:
This is the book that had a really rich plot.
- Don’t all books have rich plots? I guess not. Let’s say Wolf Hall by Hillary Mantel. Historical facts, fiction and a list of characters 4 pages long. Quite exciting read.
Then, we crack open some EGGS:
This is the book you thought was going to be bad, but turned out to be quite enjoyable.
- I don’t pick up books that I think are going to be bad (with the exception of Dan Brown, who I think writes terribly but I always manage to steal a couple of days to read his nonsense - call it a vice) so I’m picking The Line of Beauty by Alan Hollinghurst. Half way through I thought I wasn’t going to enjoy it or really appreciate the story, beautiful language aside, but it turned out to be a very fulfilling experience.
The next step is to add SUGAR:
What is the sweetest book you’ve read?
- Are we going for something light and sugary? If yes, hands down A Hopeless Romantic by Harriet Evans. If not Ever After by Graham Swift. A story about loss, survival and inner struggle that reaffirms life. NOT a light read.
After we’ve retrieved the cake from the oven, ICING covers the surface:
This is the book that covered every single moment you enjoy in a book i.e happy, funny, sad moments. An all-around book
- At any given moment, if you ask me which my favourite book is, I’ll answer Atonement by Ian McEwan. So, yeah, Atonement.
For decoration, we add a dash of SPRINKLES:
A book series for a pick-me-up
- I have not read that many series, specially not the very popular ones. The Marseilles Trilogy by Jean-Clause Izzo is a dearest, dearest book.
Last but not least, we’ve got the CHERRY ON TOP:
- What has been your favourite book so far this year? I am afraid I have not read that many books this year due to lack of time and concentration. City of Thieves by David Benioff. I enjoyed it immensely.
WOW, that was harder than I thought it would be.
“Two or three sentences more, however, were enough for him to understand that Dr. Juvenal Urbino, in the midst of so many absorbing commitments, still had more than enough time to adore his wife almost as much as he did, and that truth stunned him. But he could not respond as he would have liked, because then his heart played one of those whorish tricks that only hearts can play: it revealed to him that he and this man, whom he had always considered his personal enemy, were victims of the same fate and shared the hazards of a common passion; they were two animals yoked together.”
~Love In Time of Cholera
Two sentences that really changed the way I think.
P. B. Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley & Mary Shelley
History of a Six Weeks’ Tour
London: J. Brookes, 1829
Originally published anonymously, this was Shelley’s and Mary Shelley’s account of their first two visits to the Continent: their elopement though France, Switzerland, Germany and Holland in 1814, and their journey through France to Geneva and Savoy 1816. It also contained the first publication of Shelley’s great poem, ‘Mont Blanc’.
This poem aside, the text for the most part was penned and edited by Mary Shelley, and includes ruminations on the French Revolution and Enlightenment philosophy. Typically self-effacing and modest, however, Mary Shelley later republished the journal and letters as part of an 1840 edition of her husband’s work, telling their friend Leigh Hunt that she included them because they remained “part of his life”. She was however, very proud of the travelogue’s critical success (even if it sold poorly) and it paved the way for a later travel book, Rambles in Germany and Italy (1844), Mary Shelley’s last work published during her lifetime.
When Keats arrived in Rome in November 1820 he was already desperately ill with tuberculosis. His Scottish doctor, James Clark, had found him and his companion Joseph Severn an apartment in which they were to spend the next four months and where Keats was to die. The rooms where in the second floor of a house in the foreigners’ quarter Piazza di Spagna, just beside the famous Scalinata (Spanish Steps) leading up to the church of Trinita dei Monti. Until Keats became too ill to leave his bed, the view from his window was a constant distraction and delight: Bernini’s marble boat-shaped fountain with its lion heads at prow and stern, and the continuous activity on the steps outside.
He rallied a little soon after his arrival, walking and even riding in the neighbourhood, but in December he suffered a dramatic relapse and died on 23rd February 1821, aged only twenty-five.
When the house was threatened with demolition in1903, a group of English and American diplomats and writers launched an international appeal to save it. After much hard work and fundraising the Keats-Shelley House was opened in April 1909 as a museum and library commemorating Keats, Shelley and the other Romantic poets who had spend time in Italy.
Although the House bears his name, Shelley never actually visited Keats in Rome; he was in the North of Italy at the time of Keats’s death and was devastated when he received the news; he was moved t write the great elegy Adonais in June 1821. The founders of the Museum wished to recognise the importance of Italy in Shelley’s life and work by dedicating the Museum also to him.
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
Even though there are 20+ unread books on my shelves, I wanted to buy a particular novel for my trip to Rome next week. Of course, it was out of stock. Bleh!