Hello everyone!
I'm still reading too many books at a time, and revisiting some old books that I really, really love but have been around for a while, although granted I've found one that I'm definitely going to be devouring as soon as I get my hands on a copy. I'll tell you all about it later, however, as today's blog post is dedicated to a book which I had ran across by complete accident when I was a teenager, and didn't quite understand at the time of the first read. Now, however, things have changed and I'm definitely more grown up than I was ten years or so ago, and I've been in the mood currently, so I revisited it.
I'm talking about Walter Lord's 'A Night To Remember'.
For some inexplicable reason, I've been in a Titanic phase for a while now, and so I went back to our personal 'library' (no other word for the amoung of books at the house) and dug through it to find the old book which is falling apart at the seams,and the crispness of the paper makes you think it might have actually been written way back when the ship first sank. In my language, it's titled 'Titanic', and not a direct translation of the novel's actual calling. But despite the age of the translation, the message it gives out is still crystal clear.
