Charles Dickens is not feeling the Christmas spirit. His newest book is an utter flop, the critics have turned against him, relatives near and far hound him for money. While his wife plans a lavish holiday party for their ever-expanding family and circle of friends, Dickens has visions of the poor house. But when his publishers try to blackmail him into writing a Christmas book to save them all from financial ruin, he refuses. And a serious bout of writer’s block sets in.
Frazzled and filled with self-doubt, Dickens seeks solace in his great palace of thinking, the city of London itself. On one of his long night walks, in a once-beloved square, he meets the mysterious Eleanor Lovejoy, who might be just the muse he needs. As Dickens’ deadlines close in, Eleanor propels him on a Scrooge-like journey that tests everything he believes about generosity, friendship, ambition, and love. The story he writes will change Christmas forever.
I know. I should have read this before Christmas, but I only just discovered it. Enjoying it very much.
Blue pails and cast iron birds . . . wildflowers . . .
Vintage baby . . . . blue . . .
Things that surprise . . .
Bluebird table linens . . .
Vintage bluebird . . .
Something to watch ...
Watching reruns of Laverne and Shirley on CHCH which is a channel on my tv. Always loved that show.
Makes me smile ...
Cinnamon on my bed. She is not quite herself this morning. Its to be expected. In the meantime Nutmeg is dragging the water bowl across the floor and playing in it. Making a mess.
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I heard a winter tree in song,
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