South Africa has its first ever book hotel which houses over 20,000 books: the Bethulie’s Royal Hotel.
“Look, while you’re staying here, you can read any book you like…But I generally don’t encourage guests to walk off with the décor. However, if you simply must take the book home with you, then just make me an offer…” -Anthony Hocking, owner of Bethulie’s Royal Hotel
A mother, who spent years coaching and encouraging her dyslexic son, recalls his childhood with one pervasive feeling: “It was really scary.”
One father told me his home life was ruined. Trying to do homework with his struggling daughter, he says, felt like “a nightmare every night.” Optimism and determination would inevitably descend into tears and anxiety. The culprit: dyslexia.
Yet another mom — whose son and daughter both have dyslexia — suggests changing the definition of dyslexia: “It’s no longer a reading problem. It’s a life crisis.”
As the most common learning disability, dyslexia affects somewhere between 5 and 17 percent of the U.S. population. Its reach extends far beyond the classroom, causing stress, tension and confusion for families with a dyslexic child.
But experts and parents say there are three key things that can help.
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
You’re not a kid anymore. You have the right to choose your own life. You can start again. If you want a cat, all you have to do is choose a life in which you can have a cat. It’s simple. It’s your right.
Picnic in Park, with Dogs. Alexandre Céleste Gabriel Prévost (French, active 1850-86).
A French nineteenth century painter, watercolourist and etcher, Prévost studied art in Paris, under Lasalle and Jeanron. He began exhibiting his art at the Paris Salon in 1850 and became a member of the Societaire des Artistes Francais in 1886.
People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.