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Jack Mandora's: July 2008
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A Book Lover's Nook. Monday, July 28, 2008. A Kestrel for a Knave by Barry Hines. I read this through in two snaps. This is after I had started reading it and parked it because I kept stumbling over the dialect; some kind of cockney. But in this second attempt 'nowt' didn't seem any stranger than my Jamaican 'nutten' and I found myself cruising through a tender and beautiful novel about fifteen year old Billy Casper whose life adds up to nothing but misery until he finds a hawk. I am a tad disappointed i...
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Jack Mandora's: November 2009
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A Book Lover's Nook. Monday, November 30, 2009. They made me read. I tried on my own to read. And failed after 50 or so pages). I read. One day when I had run out of what to read (turned out to be loads of fun though). But there was no drudgery at all to reading. In my book, this is by far the easiest classic to read. And the funniest! You are bound to love Jane Austen's wit in. The long and short of this post is;. Makes a fantastic read. Posted by J.M. Links to this post. Sunday, November 15, 2009.
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Jack Mandora's: October 2009
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A Book Lover's Nook. Saturday, October 10, 2009. Where are You Now? The major questions this novel poses are how well can we know even our own? And, what do you do if you even suspect that someone in your family is a sociopath? Posted by J.M. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A View from Carmine. And Still I Rise. Scripter's Quest for Knowledge. The Task at Hand. The Witty Ways of a Mad Housewife. What's in a Name? View my complete profile.
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Jack Mandora's: February 2009
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A Book Lover's Nook. Thursday, February 5, 2009. The Pursuit of Happiness. By, Douglas Kennedy in which the protangonist comes face to face with the nature of the relationship between her parents. Why not leave well enough alone, considering that his dad was with his mom all these years, not with Doris. And what difference does it make anyway? The novel is not at all centred around Peter Sheridan. Is a novel I would read again, but it sure makes me want to read. 44: A Dublin Memoir. Every Inch of Her.
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Jack Mandora's: December 2008
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A Book Lover's Nook. Wednesday, December 17, 2008. I've set up a site with the aim of showing the feeds of Caribbean bloggers. Posted by J.M. Links to this post. Thursday, December 11, 2008. More African-Jamaican similarities in art. Identifies seven elements of African art that are visible in Jamaican art, she suggests two ways in which they were retained; retention by predisposition and intuition. She bases her case about intuition on Jung's offereing in. Instinct and the Unconscious. Another element o...
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Jack Mandora's: September 2009
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A Book Lover's Nook. Monday, September 28, 2009. Yertle the Turtle and other stories. You're right, it is a title from Dr. Suess. Yertle was king of all he could see but that was not enough, for he could only see the pond in which he lived. So he ordered nine turtles to stack themselves up so he could climb higher and see more. And today, the great Yertle, that Marvelous he,. Is King of the Mud. That is all he can see. And the turtles, of course. all the turtles are free. Posted by J.M. Links to this post.
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Shameless Words: A Short Story
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I had some short stories, poems and photographs to share . and so here I am. The Coffin On The Back Of The Tractor. All eyes were down as meaningless words resounded around the scruffy walls of the chapel. He protected his children. He loved his wife. He lived life to the full. The words fell like lost feathers, settling in any old order. Someone added their own quiet thought: everyday he drowned himself with 16 pints between the Silver Lounge and the Memorial Hall. The children curled under a bench and ...
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Shameless Words: A Short Story
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I had some short stories, poems and photographs to share . and so here I am. I simply told people that I preferred to be left alone. After two hours, with no let up in the scraping and the tapping, I finally decided to plug the phone back into the socket and fish around amongst my papers for Mrs Lubic’s number. Can you hear me? 8216;Hello, Mister Raymond, Sir.’. 8216;I keep telling you there’s no need for the sir.’. 8216;Sorry, Mister Raymond. Are you going for nice walk today? 8216;I will come and see M...
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Adventures in Bim: Sunday Affair
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This is the journal of a Jamaican in Barbados who's learning about her passion, living on her own, and surviving daily adventures. Monday, December 8, 2008. I hoped to have gone to church with the family I normally go with. But I have not heard a peep from them. So I went to another church by myself. This is, after all, the last Sunday I will be in Bim. The service was ok. Had to leave early though. A pretty good day. Seem to be having a few of those lately. Feels good :-). Thanks BS and RI.
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Shameless Words: Another Recent Short Story
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I had some short stories, poems and photographs to share . and so here I am. Another Recent Short Story. Alex massaged his middle and thought about lunch. Thank goodness for the unlimited supply of TV dinners in the freezer! Toby, aged nine, didn't say too much. He just shrugged and pushed his fingers into his eyes. The little ones, David and Sasha, stood nearby. Alex yelled out, walking back a wee way from the hedge. “Toby! 8221; He pretended not to know where they were. Alex looked down at the grass.