But one day her impulse led her on a little-used path into the foreboding White Mountains. And there she found a man in hiding--for reasons he could not explain.
Warned to stay away, Nicola was unable to obey. And before...more
By the way, the old movie has absolutely nothing to do with the book, even though it says it does. If I were Mary Stewart, I would have been appalled at what the movie makers did to her wonderful stor...more
DO NOT WATCH THE MOVIE WITH HAYLEY MILLS!!!!! WHAT A WASTE.
Protagonist Nicola is likable, adventurous, and believable, and easy to sympathize w...more
(FYI, there is some language, and the romance got a little too "romancy" for me once in a while.)
In this Mary Stewart thriller, the exotic location is Crete (before mass tourism); the young heroine works at the British embassy in Athens, and is taking a holiday with the older cousin who brought her up - at least in her teens - when she comes across a man in the middle of the countryside who has been shot.
In many ways, The Moon-Spinners is too much a rewrite of My Brother Michael to be really successful; it ends up being one of Stewart's most lacklustre novels. The Greek background is gorgeo...more
Nicola is an engaging heroine. I appreciated her spunk, courage, and love of nature and beauty, yet in some ways she was also very much a young lady of the '60s. Still, she really held her own against the men in this novel, not just intellectually but physically, too. I also rea...more
The writing was very descriptive in parts, but then lacked in the action scenes. Overall it was kind of cute, but dated.
Lady Mary Stewart is a popular English novelist, and taught at the school of John Norquay elementary for 30 to 35 years, but has now retired.
She is one of the most widely read fiction writers of our time. The author of twenty novels, a volume of poetry, and three books for...more
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...on the darkest night, the maidens take their spindles down to the sea, to wash their wool. And the wool slips from the spindles into the water, and unravels in long ripples of light from the shore to the horizon, and there is the moon again, rising above the sea....Only when all the wool is washed, and wound again into a white ball in the sky, can the moon-spinners start their work once more....”