|Heidi: You can't spell it without goats.|
Last night we started reading Heidi as our bedtime story. We had to get the awful memory of the sequel out of our minds.
It's my favourite book. I've read it several times mostly just because I wanted to though the last time was due to an unignorable urge.
It was 21 years ago. I'd just met my future husband and felt I had to a) read Heidi again and b) go to Peru. Got to the reading in a few weeks. Peru was our first trip together.
Meanwhile, back on the Alm, here are two from Heidi by Johanna Spyri (copyright MCVMXLIV, and MCMLV, Whitman Publishing Company.):
"From the pleasantly situated old town of Mayenfeld a footpath leads up through shady green meadows to the foot of the mountains. Any one who follows it will soon catch the pungent fragrance of grassy pasture lands, for the footpath goes straight and steep to the Alps."
As for me, the editing/rewriting/ torquing up of BloodLovers is coming along. It's slow, but I am trying to do a good job of it.
Here's a sample:
"Volga tightened his hold and stared into Dilleman's eyes.
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