Seamstress of Bloomsbury & literature behind advent calendar door #7



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Today you can win a gift voucher for a blouse of your choice (worth 45€) from The Seamstress of Bloomsbury!

If you want to participate and to win, follow these steps:

- comment below with a valid mail address and tell which blouse you would purchase!

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The give away lasts exactly 24 hours until 8am CET.



As a booklover I wanted to have literature in my advent calendar - because of the language its not that universal but that is why we have two give aways today! A German soul can win these wonderful 4 books from the publishing house dtv! Because I always have to recommend literature, I keep it all in English that everyone else can understand what the books are about and hopefully search them in a publishing house of their country! So lets see what they are about - I have two big reviews of my favourite books ever for you!


Stoner - John Williams


"When William Stoner was very young, he thought love was a perfect state of being, accessible to those who were lucky. When he grew up, he said to himself that love was the heaven of a false religion to be faced with amused disbelief, vaguely familiar contempt and embarrassed longing. Now he began to comprehend that love was neither grace nor illusion; rather, he regarded it as an act of incarnation, a state which we create and to which we adapt from day to day, moment to moment, through willpower, wisdom, and goodness of heart."

William Stoner was born in 1891 in Missouri, grew up on a small farm in the province, efficient, quiet, obedient, he gets the opportunity to study after high school. However, his father had no intention of Stoner changing his mind after a formative experience in an introductory course to study literature.


"The dying are selfish, he thought, like children. They want their time for themselves."


Stoner's life is quiet, almost like his own being. After graduation he works as a lecturer at the university until the end of his life. He falls in love, marries and raises a daughter. But only years later does he love.


"And he was grateful to her that he hadn't known anything about it, or that she didn't leave him a suicide note that tried to say in words what couldn't be put into words."


An affair no longer seems to be a taboo break for Stoner, because the reader allows him to get to know true love with all his heart. And cries with his grief to lose her again. Williams illuminates with a clear but gentle language a life full of adversities in home and work. A life that becomes perfect because it has successfully passed all the stages demanded by conventions: Studies, steady work, family, house. But every station brings its own problems that have to be overcome.


"He stepped out of the office into the darkness of the long corridor and took a heavy step into the sunlight, into the open world, which for him was a prison, wherever he turned."


John Williams has created a masterpiece. Published in 1968, Stoner is only now gaining access to our hearts. It is the path of a quiet life with a small radius of movement, difficulties are sometimes answered with rebellion, sometimes with resignation. The reader has great sympathy for this sensitive character, which life affects like a constant hailstorm. Secondary characters are cursed, sometimes even sent to the devil, but what remains is the realization that Williams has grasped life right in the middle: Stoner is not an individual fate, but he stands for a human type who, in all his talent, is nevertheless unable to break out and in all his goodness, later rather exhaustion, calmly walks away.

Conventions limit our possibilities until we can no longer see the clouds and forget to fly.

And despite the nostalgic colouring of a perfect American small-town family in the midst of the world wars, Stoner remains topical. Evening sun shines on the novel.



I may be wrong, but I think you're fabulous - Dorothy Baker

Rick Martin is an orphan boy, poor, unprotected. But he has music in his blood. First he admires the black boys from the clubs, then he stands with them on stage. But played through nights, alcohol and

disappointments slowly bring him down. Musically, however, he has

reached perfection, and he knows: "The best thing is to give your life to

something unconditionally, even if you go under."




The Master and Margerita - Mikhail Bulgakov


"Do you not want to be good enough to think about what your good would do if it were not evil, and what the earth would look like if the shadows from it disappeared? But do the shadows come from things and people? There is the shadow of my Degens. But there are also the shadows of trees and living beings. You don't want to clear the globe, remove all trees and all living things from it and delight your imagination with bare light, do you? You are stupid."


Moscow at the beginning of the 20th century. The devil in the identity of the foreigner "Volands" appears together with followers in Holy Week. The timing is well thought out and the main plot is closely interwoven with the novel of the protagonist, who calls himself Master, which deals with the execution of Jesus Christ. But who really believes that Jesus existed? Bulgakov opens the novel with just this discussion, which two citizens indulge in - until the devil joins in and interferes unasked. Like dominoes, he taps one human soul after another and causes it to fall. His assistants cause unrest, confuse the minds, appear as fools who drive the satire to extremes until the city is a pure farce.
 But two figures are spared: the master and his lover Margarita.


"The one who loves must share the lot of the one whom he loves."


The lovers lost sight of each other for a long time, time gnawed at their hearts, mourning wrinkles covered their lonely existence like veils. But Voland gives his annual ball and needs a queen - Margarita makes a pact with the devil. And is rewarded.


"Listen, the silence, listen and enjoy what was never given you in life - the silence."


Bulgakov draws in a funny, caricatural way a picture of real Moscow at the beginning of the 20th century. But he combines this social satire with philosophical ideas about good and evil, God and devil, life and death, and from time to time parallels to Goethe's Faust flash up. The devil's deeds are always well thought out and the spider snaps shut in the web of his intrigues: The greatest sin is cowardice. It is the red thread running through the novel and often only at second glance does justice become apparent.
With every sentence, every conversation we inevitably have to admit to ourselves: We are dealing with a masterpiece, a genius! What do we believe in, what do we have to tremble with? What do we not believe in and therefore cannot defend ourselves? Is it worth believing in something for which the system suppresses us when we give these things a name? Or is cowardice a convenience to pursue one's own limited interests? In this ghost story we find the answer.

Bulgakov creates figures that, in their exaggerated depiction, seem to drift into the unreal, but after reading them, they never let us go in real life. Like a tick, the devil sits on our necks, observes us, admonishes us. We shudder and become silent - and enjoy being silent in this noisy, rigid world. Because is what we think we think really real?



A boy named Christmas - Matt Haig


What was it like when Santa was just a boy? His name was Nikolas, he grew up in poverty in the middle of Finland. Eleven-year-old Nikolas sets out alone on a dangerous journey to the North Pole to find his father. He goes through adventures, meets flying reindeer, an elf, a violent troll - and he finds out: Pixies really exist! A decision matures in him: he wants to make the world to a happier place. This book reveals how he achieves this goal and how he becomes Santa Claus. Its written very easily, but rude passages made me so sad, that I am not sure if it would be sth for children as well. In any case its very touching and perfect to read in this very stressful time!




Today you can win these 4 books (total worth 55€) from dtv-Verlag.

If you want to participate and to win all these, follow these steps:

- comment below with a valid mail address and tell what your hair needs the most in winter!

- follow Madame.rhos and dtv on Instagram and like the latest post.

The give away lasts exactly 24 hours until 8am CET.


I keep my fingers crossed for you!



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