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Medieval mystery by marilisa




Hello, and thank you for inviting me to join this blog. I will 44 in 5 days and I have been reading since I was an infant (my parents and grand parents read to me as a baby). My husband and I have always gone to libraries for our dates. I have continued this tradition with our four kids who are all voracious readers. I have countless favorites.

About 12 years ago, I developed a passion for medieval mystery. I read the entire Cadfael (12th century monk and herbalist)by Ellis Peters. These are meticulously researched scientifically and historically; they are also epic human interest stories. You're reading sound research in a palatable form; like the spoonful of sugar to get the medicine down!

More recently I discovered Susannah Gregory Matthew Bartholomew series (14th century physician, trained in the east, whose practices are considered almost heretical by his contemporaries at Cambridge University.

Lastly I have great respect for Connie Willis whose books border on fantasy, of the time-traveling flavor. Domesday Book, To Say Nothing of the Dog and Lincoln's Dreams are my favorite.

Comments

Tshhar Mangal said…
Heyaa
Welcome to the blog :-)
Thanks for accepting the invite

And and and
U went for dates to libraries
how so very romantic that sounds.

Nice knowing about you.
marilisa said…
thanks! how do you pronounce tshhar? Yes, we went to libraries, museums and art galleries; those were in the recession early 1980s (in US). Those are memories that keep a marriage going for 21 years (and counting).
Tshhar Mangal said…
its tushar actually.
I spell it tshhar.
...
Wow!!!21 years.Wish you a 100 more such great years

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