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Thursday, 2 April 2026

The Cottage at Bantry Bay


Title: The Cottage at Bantry Bay
Author: Hilda van Stockum
Rating: ★★★★★
Age Category: Middle Grade

    Back Cover Synopsis: 

    Introducing the O'Sullivan Family of Glengariff, Country Cork, Ireland. 

    "Mother washed up the tea things and settled herself in a chair with her knitting. Michael fetched Father's pipe and tobacco and took a stool to sit beside him, whilst Brigid and her homemade rag doll shared the bench in the chimney corner with the twins. They made a nice picture, as they sat around the flickering fire. Michael, the eldest boy, had a round freckled face, Merry blue eyes, and a mop of red hair; Brigid was the pretty one with red-gold curls and an elfin face. The chubby twins looked like sweet blond cherubs, though they often acted otherwise.
    'How are y e feeling now, Father?' Mrs. O'Sullivan asked anxiously, when she'd finished counting stitches. 
    'Better, much better,' Father said. 'But I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Kenmare tomorrow to bring Farmer Flynn the donkey he wanted to buy from me.'
    'Will he mind Father?' Michael asked.
    Father smiled sadly. 'He may not, son-o, but I do. He may buy some other donkey, and then where will we be? Mother needs the money, doesn't she?
    Mother sighed a little, but she smiled bravely and said: 'No harm, we'll manage.' By the way her needles clicked the children could tell she did mind. There was always a lot to be bought and never much money to do it with."

    Little did the O'Sullivans realize the adventures, complete with an unexpected treasure, about to seize the simple fabric of their lives at Bantry Bay and give it a happy shake. 

Wednesday, 1 April 2026

Quote

  “I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.” - Thomas A. Edison -

Tuesday, 31 March 2026

Sonnet 38 by William Shakespeare

Sonnet 38
by William Shakespeare

How can my Muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thyself dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
If my slight Muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.

Monday, 30 March 2026

Quote

 “Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.” - Lance Armstrong -

Sunday, 29 March 2026

Quote

 “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” - Winston Churchill -

Saturday, 28 March 2026

Quote

“Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement.” - C.S. Lewis -

Friday, 27 March 2026

Quote

“There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.” - Paulo Coelho -

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