The Death of Ivan Ilyich by Leo Tolstoy
Bantam Classic edition published June 1981
Bantam reissue edition / May 2004
Genre: Fiction, philosophy
Night Music by Jojo Moyes
First published in 2008 by Hodder & Stoughton
you've always been my favourite time of the year. Even when I was younger I loved you more than any other season. I've never been somebody who really liked the summer. And although I've always liked the spring and enjoyed the winter – as long as it was a true winter with snow and not one of those muddy, kind of gross winters – you have always been the season for me.
A note remembered by Clarice
When I was younger, I was a dreamer and a lover of nature. I loved watching the animals in the meadows and loved to listen to the wind and the ice-rains. Everything which surrounded me fascinated me and it still does these days, although I am an adult now. But in contrast to nowadays, I wasn't actually able to understand the world and the nature in a way which was considered normal for somebody my age, for somebody from my Kingdom as a child. Because I was always looking at the animals or listening to the wind and because I wasn't actually focusing on what I was taught, I found it difficult back then to understand the world I lived in.
Once there was a small village in the middle of nowhere. It was a dull and grey village in which not many people lived. But those who did didn't truly enjoy their lives there. And yet, there was no way for them to escape it for the village was surrounded by a dark and thick fog. Nobody dared to touch the fog or enter it, because those human beings who did were lost and trapped inside of it forever. The people of the small village lived their lives in fear of the fog and stayed as far away from it as they could. That is, until an elderly man made a life changing decision.