Book Review ‘Sad Farewells’ Maria Gibbs

Sad Farewells by Maria Gibbs

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Book 101 of my Goodreads Challenge 2019

I am a big fan of this series ‘Children from the Streets’ by Maria Gibbs and for me the title says it all ‘Sad Farewells’ (Book 4). Be sure to have your tissues ready for this tear-jerker, you will be taken on a real rollercoaster ride of a read.

The whole series is very highly recommended and I feel I have really gotten to know the characters, as if they are a real family not just some cleverly crafted characters of fiction.

This book follows the stories and thoughts of Jose the original twin taken from Brasil to live a life of luxury in England (whilst his brother Pedro grew up on the streets) and his mother Christina. It is so difficult to tell you anymore without giving away some of the story. However, if you have not read the previous books you really should to enable you to follow this sad family saga, inspired by true events.

Start with ‘A Boy from the Streets’



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Camp NaNoWriMo Day 04 ‘Vow Renewal’

Day 04 Camp NaNoWriMo

Hello all. So today I started with good intentions but then got sidetracked with a little bit of research. I did however manage around 600 handwritten words not so many typed. But I did try my hand at a 99 word flash fiction story.  See below

Picture from a story on Huff Post (Click image to see)

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Vow Renewal

Ancient cream lace, brown and brittle at the edges rustled as the paramedics manoeuvred the frail body to the stretcher. The centenarian had little breath left, yet a smile lit her face.

It all began after Maisie spotted an ad in a glossy magazine. An ‘Adventure Wedding’ designed for sports enthusiasts. The couple were freefalling through a baby blue sky, she with a billowing gown he in a tight tuxedo.

With her beloved waiting just out of reach, Maisie stepped off the third storey roof. They were renewing their vows.

One final breath and they were reunited, together forever.

Copyright © Rose English July 2019

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#FolkloreThursday 05 Nightingale & The Rose

Today’s theme for #FolkloreThursday is Birds and my favourite is the tale of how the Nightingale could not sing until he fell in love with the Rose. (Click the image to enlarge)

The Nightingale & the Rose (An Arabic Legend)

It is told that long ago, the Nightingale could not sing, he simply chirped and squawked. Then one day, he saw a beautiful white rose with whom he fell instantly in love.

From that day forth he was inspired to sing and it is believed that the flower would only open from her bud when she heard the Nightingale ‘s song.

The pair were so in love that one day the Nightingale became so enamoured he grasped the white rose to his breast. He held her so tightly that a thorn pierced his heart. His blood coloured the rose, turning her white petals red , and so she would stay  for  the rest of her days.

My version of this little tale features in ‘Rainbows & Roses ~ Poetry & Prose’ Rose English (click the image to enlarge)

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‘The Magic of Grandfather Time’ Teasers

Happy Wednesday

So I have started putting together a couple of little teasers for my seasonal short story. Here are two to start your day.

Enjoy your day. Happy Reading 🙂

‘Rainbows & Roses – Poetry & Prose’ 03

Hello again

 So today I am sharing with you one of my saddest memories. It’s in the form of a little poem to go into my forth coming book ‘Rainbows & Roses – Poetry & Prose’. The book will be dedicated to my father.

I Wish I Could Remember …

I wish I could remember
how you bounced me on your knee,
and lifted me up high, to touch the sky
when I was three.

I wish I could remember
the sound of laughter sweet.
Especially when together
sparkling, shining eyes would meet.

I wish I could remember,
when we walked upon the sand.
We paddled in the water,
While you gently held my hand.

But all that I remember
is a smoky grey dull day,
and images in photographs
before God, stole you, away.

Now the angels share your smile, instead of me.

Mini me with Mum & Dad February 1961

In memory of my father

Istvan Ferenc S’ari (Died 17th June 1966)

My father was stolen away from us in a mining accident when my brother, sister & I were mere babes. We count ourselves very lucky that mum is a very strong and independent lady and managed to bring us up alone with very little support. We have a very strong family bond and although we all live far apart, we are always there for each other.

 Any feedback is most welcome. If you liked it please share it with your friends.

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Happy Mothering Sunday

Today in the UK is a celebration not just for mothers, but for all the women of the world. Women with love in their hearts, who help us nurture the world.

They need not have children, they could be the carers of family and friends. The carers of pets. The artists who create and bring images to life. Maybe an author who gives words life and lifts them off the page and into our world. Gardeners who assist the greatest mother of all Mother Nature. All woman around the world deserve our thanks, so here is mine.

Happy Mothering Sunday one and all. Have a wonderful day and keep smiling 🙂