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They were behind, farther behind than almost everyone else in the world, and if they wanted to truly become a powerful and prosperous nation that produced much more than spring water, it was important for them to rise up.
But I could not tell them any of this, so instead I kept repeating that we had a choice of hundreds of television channels.

Had I made it? Almost. Had I torn myself away from Naples, the neighborhood? Almost. Did I have new friends, male and female, who came from cultured backgrounds, often more cultured than the one that Professor Galiani and her children belonged to? Almost.

Had I made it? Almost. Had I torn myself away from Naples, the neighborhood? Almost. Did I have new friends, male and female, who came from cultured backgrounds, often more cultured than the one that Professor Galiani and her children belonged to? Almost.

Forget horror stories, this one here is much more gripping.

Kind of depressing, but still addictive.

“I don’t care if we’re married in a church, the office of the Registrar General, or by a shaman wearing antlers in the wilds of North Wales. I want you to be mine as soon as possible.”

Helen’s eyes widened with curiosity. She seemed on the verge of asking more about shamans and antlers, but instead she kept to the subject at hand.

“I don’t care if we’re married in a church, the office of the Registrar General, or by a shaman wearing antlers in the wilds of North Wales. I want you to be mine as soon as possible.”

Helen’s eyes widened with curiosity. She seemed on the verge of asking more about shamans and antlers, but instead she kept to the subject at hand.

Creepy china dolls, hidden in a dusty room if a mysterious mansion. An orphaned girl that is different. It's not necessarily boring, and yet I still find my interest in it waning...

Addiction is hard to cure... but this sounds a bit too much like Cinderella. I realize that's intentional, but it kind of feels forced in places...

(...) surely she must be taking a bit of pleasure in the fact that she was dry and comfortable while Edwina looked like a drowned rat. An attractive rat, to be sure, but certainly a drowned one.

So cliched, so melodramatic, so many fluttering butterflies in my stomach... and most of all sooooo addicting.

This is what the guiltiest of pleasures looks like, dressed in its ridiculously entertaining writing style.

Meet the Regency Era's Gossip Girl!

Cold, creepy and very very sad... I still want to get there someday.

"As he returned to the living room he saw the dog.
It sat in the fire, amidst the flames, Nada's silver necklace with the shard still between its teeth. Frank shook his head and looked again. There was of course no dog in the fire."

I'm now torn between wanting to go there on holiday, and gnawing on my teeth from all the underlying angst and creepiness.

I missed the atmosphere in Antonia Michaelis' works: part mystery, part ominousness... These places are definitely making it on my holiday destinations list.
Today's highlight: Amrum.

Who needs horror novels when you've got real life airplane announcements?

All I can say is: keep it up! I'm loving this more and more.

I feel like crying, but at the same time it doesn't seem like enough of a reaction.