Look at the differences already - wow - oh yes, Jane Fonda in the Dollmaker - that was a great interpretation wasn't it.
FlaJean, you and Marypage have the list making down - great -
Now that is two of us who want to visit the Library of Congress - oh yes, and the Vatican Library - that would be filled with the wonders of history -
Anna of Green Gables - another great story - we had a discussion for awhile on the old SeniorNet of reading children's books and when Harry Potter came along we even did the first three - then other books and reading became more important - But to this day if I am feeling antsy I will pull down one of my favorite children's books for a cozy and safe read - I alway know that the problems will not be so horrendous that I am torn up trying to come to terms with what I have read as compared to some adult books. Although, Watership Down was not a walk in the Park was it.
Jean I saw the movie, Prince of Tides but did not read the book - you are making a real good case for reading the book - wasn't that the story where a man broke into the beach house and they killed him and secretly hid the body never letting on to the authorities?
Now I have enjoyed several of her books - oh for the life of me can't think of her name but I have a couple on tape. I like listening to a novel on tape when I am on a long drive and a 15 hour book is just the right amount of time to drive from here in Austin to my Daughter's in NC.
And so you read Nancy Drew - interesting during my early teens I seemed to be into the lives of explorers and adventurers where as the series that I loved was when I was younger - for me it was the Bobbsey Twins.
Flajean I keep forgetting about The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis - I have been meaning to read the book and keep forgetting - Need to put it on my Amazon wish list.
Oh and MaryPage, yes, the Chambered Nautilus - we just have to have it - here goes...
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sails the unshadowed main, --
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;
Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
Before thee lies revealed, --
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!
Year after year beheld the silent toil
That spread his lustrous coil;
Still, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year's dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
Built up its idle door,
Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
Child of the wandering sea,
Cast from her lap, forlorn!
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
Than ever Triton blew from wreathe`d horn!
While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: --
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
