Ruth’s friend and sister.

I heard that Ruth has a sister named Ella (Gabriella) her best friend is Issy (Isabel) . Ella lives in Marazion and runs a tea shop overlooking St Michael’s Mount. Issy lives in Berwick, not far from Ruth.

A letter from Isabel to Ella.

Dear Ella,

I got your address from Ruth’s house so I hope you don’t mind me writing to you. I have been checking  her post and looking after her garden while she is away and saw your address pinned to her kitchen notice board.

How are you? It was lovely to see you at New Year when you were here and Ruth often tells me how her little sister’s getting along in your lovely coffee shop in Marazion. Great to hear you are a Granny now too!

I won’t mince words here but how do you think Ruth is doing on her trip? I am wanting to call it her adventure but that implies something exciting.  Ruth didn’t seem to be viewing it as that, more as something she needed to do as Will and her had planned it.  We both know how much the last year  has kicked Ruth and how she has changed. The  smiling, beautiful lady who thought nothing of cooking lunch for whoever was with her,  suggesting a trip to a Modern art gallery, or simply a long coffee shared while we watched  the world go by,  has become  Ruth who ignores  herself completely. I know why, but it worrys me to see her disappear . I miss her.

Her postcards are to the point and full of what she has seen but nothing much else. Do you think she will be OK? I miss the fun we had, the amusing comments we made in the galleries which rivalled  the blurb from the artists.  I miss her dress sense and deep red lipstick of all things too! 

As I saw her to the train for Alnwick, her last words to me were,

 “Issy, don’t worry about me. I need to find her again. She’s out there somewhere so I hopefully will recognise her when I see her. I’ll write. Thanks for everything “.

I know she feels lost . Hopefully she will find who she is looking for.

Write soon Ella. Take care,

Isabel.

“Laughter, along with madness, seemed to be the only way out, the emergency exit for humans.”

The Humans by Matt Haig

I started reading this and was convinced I was going to struggle to carry on, never mind complete it.

“Professor Andrew Martin of Cambridge University, one of the great mathematical geniuses of our time, has just discovered the secret of prime numbers, thereby finding the key that will unlock the mysteries of the universe, guarantee a giant technological leap for mankind and put an end to illness and death

Alerted to this amazing breakthrough on the other side of the universe, and convinced that the secret of primes cannot be entrusted to such a violent and backward species as humans, the super-advanced Vonnadorians dispatch an emissary to erase Martin and all traces of his discovery” The Guardian

And so the alien enters the man.

I couldn’t cope with the explanations he started off using for every new thing he encountered…very much like the game Taboo…explain what a cup is without using the word cup. And suddenly he has learnt the whole of the English language by reading a copy of Cosmopolitan…hmm! But he learns very slowly to be a man. Not simply replacing the man he has inhabited, but becoming a better husband, father, man than the one he replaced. He starts to experience emptions, empathy and love.

As the tale progressed so did my fondness for him, but,  predictably his repulsion for this backward, decaying society and those within it,  turns to love and a desire to stay.

He learns that despite his previous life being never ending, controlled, free from decay and sickness and empty of problems, life on earth pulls him more. ” The things you don’t need to live – books, art, cinema, wine and so on – are the things you need to live.”

At times I felt that the author used his story as an opportunity to ridicule everything he found distasteful about life , but why shouldn’t he…it’s his book. Those things he ridiculed were often turned around to become positives. Life here may be limited and fraught with pain , but he desired that… because of love.

If you fancy a little bit of intelligence – injected Mork and Mindy, this is for you.

 

“You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things.”

The Light Between Oceans by M.L.Stedman is a heartbreaking novel set in Australia after the war. Tom is an army veteran with high morals and searing memories, who tends a lighthouse off the Australian coast. Izzy is his new bride.

They adore each other but keep losing their longed for babies . One night a boat arrives with a dead man and  a live baby in it. This is where it all goes so right and oh so wrong. The story that follows tears you apart as you wonder who to feel the most sympathy for. I knew it would all end terribly but the journey there is full of emotional and moral dilemmas that make total sense in one moment and then no sense at all the next.

Read this if you want an emotion twisting tale, set in the bleakness of an isolated island,  while your morals swap loyalties with practically every turn of the page!

“Sometimes, you’re the one who strikes it lucky. Sometimes, it’s the other poor bastard who’s left with the short straw, and you just have to shut up and get on with it.”