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Today the first snow of the season had blanketed the surroundings here. Somehow I wasn't as thrilled and exited upon seeing it as I usually am. I was craving for the summer warmth lately and this book spoke to me. It's lovely and the writing style of the author pulls you in and makes you invested into these four sisters' adventures. It's the first book ever written by Hilary McKay and was inspired by the author's childhood growing-up as one of four sisters. I've been meaning to read it for a long time. Just think, a whole summer vacation ahead! Seeing the first snow is an enchanted moment, nonetheless - such a pretty winter wonderland is stretching outside, which I'm sure I would appreciate and marvel at when I'll come to my senses :)

27 N. 24
And guess what the second snow of the season made me feel 🙂🌲❄️.



25 N. '24

The great fun of reading a book is when your brain flips from your perspective into a character's point of view and is letting you experience the adventures and feel the emotions the characters have. And this one was a fun experience, allowing me to live for a while in the summer with grass hills, the illusive island you can only glimpse when the rain threatens to come, the cave with echoes, shadowing the footsteps and voices where the shining candle-lit walls reflect the bird calls, sounding otherworldly and hauntingly in a dim, dark space. Those were the places I was drawn to and fascinated by and thought that that village in Cumbria was definitely a place worth to remember in the years to come.



A happy feeling floated in the air while the Conroy kids were navigating the life they unexpectedly were thrown into - that feeling was there when the sisters were cooking on a campfire with Graham or when exploring the cave, or making an umpteenth search for books, or even when pondering whether the gran's house is haunted. A world of sunlight, the sea and friendship, a world where you can face and overcome the fears and a world of discovering that there's more to life than you knew before. Did the Conroy sisters themselves think so? And would they have pleasant memories in the years to come after spending the summer at gran's house in Cumbria?



Now let's take a few steps back where Ruth and Naomi want to spend their summer vacation reading all the books they can get their hands on, but her grandma has something different on her mind for all of her grandaughters, and it so occurs that she is seemingly have only boring books in her houshold they grudgingly had arrived to. A endless exile they were destined to, and wasn't able to evade and escape from. No library, no books in a little shop nearby, the only one in the village it seems like. How they supposed to survive? Maybe a boy the sisters met on a path can lend them some?