We are in the middle of Shakespeare Week! I don't think it could have come at a better time; with many of us staying in our homes thanks to the Coronavirus outbreak, some William Shakespeare is very welcome!
Despite my family having roots in Ireland, I am yet to visit this stunning place. My green eyes have always been drawn to the emerald country, so until I get to visit, I will just celebrate the famous St. Patrick's Day!
I will let this get to my head, Charles Dickens and I share the same birthday as each other. Obviously, this is a sign . . . right? Not just that but, as I have mentioned several times on my blog before, Dickens also stayed at the hotel where I work, alongside Wilkie Collins in 1857. It was during this trip that they penned The Lazy Tour of the Two Idle Apprentices, featuring a glimpse into one of the most famous friendships in English Literature. Today marks 208 years since the birth of Dickens (and 27 years since the birth of me, just in case you were curious) and I think we should celebrate by remembering the literary hero's life and some of his greatest work.
If you live in the UK or are a lover of poetry, you will be very familiar with the name Robert Burns. Born on 25th January 1759 in the village of Alloway, Scotland, Burns is now regarded as the national poet of Scotland and a pioneer of the Romantic Movement within literature. Throughout his upbringing and early years, Burns was subject to poverty and laborious work, as his large family moved from farm to farm with little success of a more comfortable life. Sadly, this left the young poet with a weakened constitution, contributing to his early demise at a young thirty-seven.
It has been 200 years since the birth of one of the world's most famous literary sisters, Anne Brontë . . .
Today marks the birthday of the fine English Playwrite and Novelist, Wilkie Collins. Born on 8th January 1824 in London, and he became one of literature's most adored authors.
I picked up The Torrents of Spring by mistake in my local bookshop. It is quite an old edition, with a beautiful cover, illustrations inside, and kept in a protective sleeve and upon the first view, I thought it was The Torrents of Spring by Ernest Hemingway. I quickly realised that I was wrong when…