Hello, dear readers! I wrote this post because I have a special announcement for all of you. Since March 2017 I’ve created my own blog, entitled Alina’s Bookish Hideout, where I post old reviews and other book-related articles some of you have already read, but you will find new ones too. The main reasons why I decided to go solo were the need to make a change after […]
“I rent time for people to read, Frau McClain. Time for people who have no time to spare.” Strauss’ eyes twinkled. (Loc. 192-193) I picked up To Read or Not to Read by Vincent Hobbes a few years ago and I rated it pretty low because I didn’t know at the time that I was reading a short […]
O light the candle, John The daylight has almost gone The birds have sung their last The bells call all to mass Another song from Loreena McKennitt I enjoy listening lately, probably because of the gloomy weather, is Skelling, a track included on the 1997 album The Book of Secrets. In Skelling, a dying Irish […]
Many worlds have I seen, On the roads to great adventures I have been. Many lives I have lived, In different atmospheres I have breathed. Countless worlds and lives I’ve seen lost, As goodwill and morality aside were tossed. I have witnessed heroes rise and smite cruelty incarnate down Treated with great respect, yet… as […]
A History of the Expatriate Writers in Paris That Made Up the Lost Generation Several months ago I wrote a Romanian review for Woody Allen’s film, Midnight in Paris, which is one of my favourite movies of all time. Due to this amazing film and also due to my fascination with the City of Lights, […]
When we opened eLitere.ro two years ago, I thought that six months was a long time. That our articles would be read by a handful of people, that my own interest would fade in time. Thankfully, I was wrong and what was just an idea took flight. I’m truly happy that I have a place […]
My cage full of books, Tired mind, imprisoned soul, Dreams about the sea. Image source: racoonart by Alina Andreea Cătărău
A world of imagination, That no one else can touch. The words form a picture, I can tell you that much. Of dragons and magic, Of danger and love. Some are tragic, Or all the above. To get there you just have to look. All you have to do, Is open a book. by Kyla Andersen