He found his father-in-law in the sitting room that
overlooked the rose garden and the fountain, where the western wall was only a
thousand panes of polished glass. The sun was setting and the room was filled
with the rich, amber sunlight of a late summer evening and the paler flickers
from the hearth where drift-wood burned. Belle preferred the strangely shaped,
salt-rimed wood to the traditional oak and pine for the unusual dancing color
of the flames, the unpredictable shower of silver sparks, the fineness of the
ash left in the hearth. Maurice was smoking a pipe and the smoke curled like
twilight coming into the room, scenting the room with its sweetness.
“Maurice, I need to talk to you,” Adam began, running his
hand through his hair half-distracted, marveling a little at how human it felt.
“I wondered how long it would take for you to figure it
out,” Maurice said, puffing a little on the pipe, then setting it aside.
“Frankly, I’m rather impressed with how quickly you have understood. I have
perhaps underestimated you,” he said calmly, with an appraising amusement Adam
had never been subjected to before. The older man made a small gesture of
“It’s Belle. She’s…” Adam trailed off, searching himself for
the correct word, the right collection of words that would explain it.
“She’s terrifying,” her father said plainly. “She’s always
been this way, you know. Imagine how it was for me, I could hardly speak of it,
of her, to anyone else. And such a little girl, no one would have believed me.”
“I thought she just liked to read. I thought she was very
bright, self-taught– I thought,” Adam said. Maurice interrupted.
“You thought you could keep up with her. That it would be
easy to do so, no?”
“I found her reading Vitruvius and Taccola, di Giorgio in
the library. I didn’t know I owned the books, but I do. We do. I hardly knew
who they were but she explained. I thought she would be reading Marlowe or
Sidney or Marie de France, getting drunk on poetry, but she is designing a new
mill and a bridge for Villeneuve now!” Adam exclaimed.
“When she was four, she built herself an abacus from the
clock-work gears she found in my workshop. She learned German from the Belgian
woman who made the best rolls in town when we were in Bergues, Latin from the
priest,” Maurice paused. “I always wished there was an academy for her to
attend, a tutor I could hire but there was no school which would take her, no
teacher I could afford. Even to buy her a book was beyond me.”
“Does she love me only for my library?” Adam asked, aware he
sounded overly dramatic, the echo of the self he had been before Belle, before
the Beast, when he had been the prince and never gainsaid by anyone. Maurice
“Of course not, you young fool. She is my daughter, but I’m
not blind—anyone can see how she looks at you. But you must see her,
understand her, if you want to make her happy—and it may not be easy. She’s not
an easy woman, Belle, even if she might seem that way,” Maurice said.
“Go on,” Adam said. He had not yet learned enough humility
to ask for the guidance he needed but if it was being offered, as Maurice was
“She read all the time because as odd as it was, the
villagers could understand it. There have been women who loved God’s word
before and this is France, we have had our troubadours, our lays, our Heloise
to Abelard. They could not understand a woman who was an engineer, who could
rebuild their crumbling bridge, their windmills, re-design a city to resist the
plague. To be fair, I’m not sure where she might go that the people would know
what to make of her. But you, you have been several selves already, have been
transformed and taught, however bluntly, by Madame Agathe, to see within and to
accept. You might be the making of her,” Maurice said, pausing. “And I should like
to see it. Her mother was much the same and I only painted her. Don’t do that.”
“I haven’t the skill or the inclination,” Adam replied,
considering what a lovely model Belle would make, except that the static
representation could never capture her essential quality of action, her mind,
her eye, her hand all vital and primed to observe and change what was around
“Devote your talents to other endeavors, then. Buy her more
books, yes, but also a surveyor’s kit, some broken clocks, a quantity of charcoal
and paper, and if there is an opportunity for you to consult an architect,
invite the man to dinner,” Maurice said. “You’re lucky,” he added. “You may
invite whatever guests will please her and not worry that she will prepare the
meal. She has many gifts, but cooking bores her. The kitchen doesn’t take such
“No, I gather from Mrs. Potts it does not. Have you any
other wisdom to impart?” Adam answered.
“Nothing you cannot divine for yourself. You are intelligent
enough, even if you are not her equal. Don’t let her know it and don’t forget
it. Now, what vintage will we share tonight? A Burgundy? I thought I smelled
Book 46 - When Comes the Spring by Janette Oke Book Review
It is not often you can find a sequel that is just as good as the original story, but Janette Oke accomplishes this almost impossible feat in When Comes the Spring. I love this just as much, if not a tad more, than When Calls The Heart. When Comes the Spring follows Elizabeth Thatcher and Wynn Delaney as they begin their first year together as husband and wife. We get to see their wedding and share in their joy. Then we get to share the heartbreak of saying goodbye to loved family as well as the thrill and excitement of leaving to start their own lives together as they head to Wynn’s new posting - a primitive village in the north west. The journey to the posting is a massive adjustment for Elizabeth. This gives us a chance to watch her grow and discover her own strength - not that she’s some king of wonder women - Janette Oke let’s her character be flawed and real. At times Elizabeth is overcome with self-pity, sometimes she cries, sometimes she gets unreasonable. And this is why she is such a wonderful character - because she is real. I also love the way Janette Oke address marriage. She does not paint it as some kind fairy-tale. She shows that a marriage takes WORK, that you have to put in effort to make a marriage work. She shows that it isn’t some magical cure for loneliness, that you can still be lonely at times and happily married. She shows that you can’t always get your way, that you sometimes have to submit. She shows that there will be problems, disagreements, arguments challenges and hard times. But that if you are willing to really work at marriage, it can be beautiful and fulfilling and wonderful - that it is worth the effort. Janette Oke also makes an incredible romantic, clean, book by including many tender moments between Wynn and Elizabeth; including how people show love for each other in the small, every day ways as well - romance doesn’t have to be huge romantic gestures, but just holding someone’s hand, or letting them cry on your shoulder or making them breakfast. Janette Oke is a master at making the little things matter. I thoroughly enjoyed reading about Elizabeth’s adjustments to her new life, her overcoming prejudices she didn’t even realise she had, her making friends with people she can’t even talk to, her learning to love the wild world around her and understand a culture, a way of life, so different from her privileged upbringing. And Wynn is now officially my favourite male lead of all time.
OMG. I finally finished Perhaps, Maybe chapter 4. Against all odds and all the doubts I did it. I cannot believe it. I’m so tired but Guys, I have a spankin new chapter and a beautiful banner to go along with it. (Courtesy of the lovely @akai-echo) So I will be posting the chapter up soon!
As an anime dad I’m going to recommend two amazing mangas I picked up at the store today!!
This one is super cute and fluffy and about the characters at an all girls highschool and tbh something must be in the water because everyone is gay. But it’s SO FUCKING CUTE??? AND EVERYONE IS SO GOOD??? AND WONDERFUL??? AND THEY JUST MAKE SO HAPPY ALREADY AAAHHH.
And The Girl From the Other Side which I am just about to read. The art style is beautiful and haunting and the story synopsis reminds me almost of a kind of over the garden wall theme. I am really looking forward to reading this one!!!
2. A timestamp for Lilin, where, this time its Louis (the little demon) who does the dreaming now that he’s in the human world.
3. A full on angsty Ziam fic where Liam is organized on the outside and an absolute mess on the inside.
4. A Howl’s moving Castle AU, this one has been in the making forEVER! I dont know how to end it!
5. That one summer fling fic that I just cant seem the be happy with.
6. JUST started to write a a/b/o fic TODAY! Its got a prince, and a sword fight so far.
Erhm….thats about it! =) I want to know what @flamboyantommo is up to and my kitten @gaycousinlarry! (sorry if you both already got tagged! Then just ignore this and act like nothing ever happened, lalalala!)
98k+ | explicit | yuuri treats victor as a rvial from the very moment they meet when he’s a kid and victor makes a careless comment that cements yuuri’s determination to beat him, too bad they fall in love