In drear-nighted December / Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne’er remember / Apollo’s summer look; But with a sweet forgetting / They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting / About the frozen time. ~ John Keats We are finally moving back into our house for real. There are still some small items to be…
This is a brilliant behind-the-curtain novel. It pulls together known facts in such a way as to make it nearly believable. Here, the famous writer Thomas De Quincey (who wrote The Confessions of an English Opium-Eater) comes to life, along with his daughter in a dastardly mystery. When a series of murders starts to terrorize…