“She was filled with dread for the future; all the warm hopes of last year were gone and she lived in a spider’s web of sadness and suspicion. Everywhere where there had been certainty there were shifting sands. She had never felt so much alone in an alien world.”
Two things got me through Thanksgiving:
1. The Twisted Sword
2. A serious laugh out loud moment when I pulled out the vilest looking innards (liver, heart?!) from the turkey’s cavity before popping it in the oven for an overnight slow roast. I’ve done this before, but never in my life have I found a turkey neck to more closely resemble a part of the male anatomy than I have this year.
Thanks to Mr. Everhart’s turkey farm for that much needed belly laugh. And thank you to Winston Graham for this treasure of a book series that has kept me entertained through eleven books so far. Yes, eleven! Now I’m getting even more mileage out of The Twisted Sword by procrastinating the wrapping, food shopping, and other last minute holiday preparations in order to share the above juvenile thoughts!
Let me change tone for a moment, however; because I really want to share my love affair with the Poldark series. I have read and reviewed all ten previous books. It becomes increasingly difficult to say something after this long without giving away plot points that would spoil it for potential readers. Instead, I can only tell you that if these people came to my door Christmas morning (any number of them), it would be the most joyful of surprises. I would let them into my home, as if they’d been here all along. After all, it truly feels like they have by now. I would ask how they were faring. I would say that I hope with all my heart that their children, or even their grandchildren, were thriving. I’d ask after the state of the mines. Are they still yielding enough profit? Are the conditions of the miners improving a bit? Has the pain from their personal sorrows dulled some? I do hope so. What are their greatest desires for the future? Perhaps a return to Paris someday when the dust has settled after Napoleon’s return from exile and the second restoration of King Louis the XVIII? And last but not least, I would ask Demelza to sing "I’d Pluck a Fair Rose" as she did on that first Christmas with Ross. I don’t have a parlor or a piano, but no worry. She doesn’t need either as she performs naturally with beauty and grace. I’ll never forget that scene that hooked me on the series to the end. Friends, take a look on Youtube for Eleanor Tomlinson singing this. Consider it my Christmas gift to you all!
I'd a pluck a fair rose for my love
I'd a pluck a red rose blowin'
Love's in my heart, I'm tryin' so to prove
What your heart's knowin'
I'd a pluck a finger on a thorn
I'd a pluck a finger bleedin'
Red is my heart, wounded and forlorn
And your heart needin'
I'd a hold a finger to my tongue
I'd a hold a finger waitin'
My heart is sore, until it joins in song
With your heart matin'
If you love stories with soul, then please get started with book one. I have one left to go, and then I vow to start all over again one day.
"This was an evil year; there would be others that must be better. Life was to be lived – it had to go on."