Outlander by Diana Gabaldon & (probably) Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness
I’m watching Outlander season two and I thought I was missing something from the books. Didn’t Jamie own a print shop? In Edinburgh? Or was that later?
Then I thought: Am I confusing him with Matthew from the Discovery of Witches series by Deborah Harkness? Because it could be. Not that both book series are the same, but I did fall in love with both, so it may be a tad hard to distinguish the two after a few years.
Which ofcourse means I have to read Discovery of Witches again. *smiles happily*
And finish the whole Outlander series (I’ve read 1-3)
But first, off to the Dark Tower again!
I just read on Facebook that I lost you. That you are no longer in my life. Entered the clearing at the end of the path.
I knew you weren’t well, a few days ago a message on your Facebook page told me you stopped the treatment at the hospital and went home, no unexpected visitors allowed. My messages to your phone weren’t read anymore and I don’t know how you celebrated your birthday last week.
We hadn’t talked much since I moved away last summer, but it was ok between us I thought. I never realised you were getting sicker as you didn’t tell me. This was so you, not wanting other people worried about you. Always looking out for everyone else.
I glad you had these three bonus years after the scare we had when you were in the coma for 17 days. I watched and helped you recover from a little old lady to the determined woman that you have always been. The one with the big heart who’s days were filled by helping others.
My sweet friend, my heart grieves for you and I hope you went in peace. I will miss you. You and your kind heart, your wisdom and your laughter. RIP.
I’d like to take a moment to thank Google for being such a good friend all these years. All my questions, however random they may be, are answered. Sometimes even before I write the whole sentence. You always know where I am and direct me to where I want to go.
Next I’d like to thank Facebook for taking such an interest in my life. Is so nice of you to always ask how I’m doing, what I’m doing, and telling how the weather is going to be today. Wishing me a good morning or goodnight each time I look at you.
I know I’m not the only one being torn between wanted to keep in touch and keeping my personal private space intact. I really feel we should think before we post:
- Is it appropriate?
- Is it harmful?
- Who could I hurt? Myself? Someone else?
- Do I want to risk the possibility that the whole world knows this?
- Is it helpful and positive?
Recently I found this picture here. And I think the I for Inspiring can also be used for Illegal. Today we live in a world where fake news is not easily recognised and people don’t take enough time to verify what they comment on or even read about what they share or retweet.
I strongly believe in sending out positive vibes, however I also want to speak up for a better world. Which means I also share things that make me angry in the hopes that it will inspire others to think about these issues. Still, in my opinion, we should think about the necessity of doing so. The kindness of it. Do you truly believe in the things you share?