About A. Hope

I am a keen reader - I read 2 or 3 books a week - most weeks that is. As well as reading I am a enthusiastic and active bookcrosser - if you don't know what that is and you're a book lover its time you checked it out, but like most bookcrossers I know, it doesn't stop us from buying books - I have been known to buy books just to give away - which I suppose may sound a bit odd. Despite loving books - I now also love kindle. I find it an easy and comfortable device to read on. I love how easy it is to share things that jump out at you, or just to tell all your booky friends that I have finished reading something.

Recent Activity

  • A. shared from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather
    Note: Finished The Troll Garden by Willa Cather..
  • A. shared from The Odd Flamingo (Bello) by Nina Bawden
    Note: Finished reading The Odd Flamingo by Nina Bawden.
  • A. shared from Mapp and Lucia by E. F. Benson
    Note: The best of the E.F Benson's I have read so far.
  • A. shared from The Honey Thief by Robert Hillman, Najaf Mazari
    Note: A book rich in imagery, The Honey Thief.
  • A. shared from a Personal Document
    There, in the middle of the road, they also halted—the soldiers smartly, the captives uncertainly—and William saw the two civilians clearly. One was a short and rotund little man who might have been sixty to sixty-five and might have been a local tradesman—nearly bald and with drooping moustaches, rather like a stout little seal. Essentially an ordinary and unpretentious creature, he was obviously aiming at dignity; his chin was lifted at an angle that revealed the measure of the roll of fat that rested on his collar, and he walked almost with a strut, as if he were attempting to march....
  • A. shared from The Misses Mallett by H. E. YOUNG
    when she was quite a little girl, and the witness of one of the unpleasant domestic scenes which happened often in those days, before Reginald Mallett's wife had learnt forbearance, she had noticed her father's face twitch as though in pain. Glad of a diversion, she had asked him with eager sympathy, 'Is it toothache?' and he had answered acidly, 'No, child, only the mutilation of our language.' She remembered the words, and later she understood their meaning and the flushing of her mother's face, the compression of her lips, and she was indignant for her sake.
(Birmingham, England)
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