We made Wengen our “base” for our Swiss Alps trip. Hubby said Lauterbrunnen, an earlier stop on the Wengernalp rail, was also a popular base as it was a little closer for traveling to nearby peaks compared to Wengen. Why didn’t we stay there? I asked. He said some people found Lauterbrunnen claustrophobic since it was in a valley. The view from Wengen of the mountains was also supposed to be better. He was absolutely right!
Collected Ghost Stories by M.R. James, 1931
Published by Wordsworth Editions
First line: “It was, as far as I can ascertain, in September of the year 1811 that a post-chaise drew up before the door of Aswarby Hall, in the heart of Lincolnshire.”
Book Rx: For the reader with an active imagination. Best consumed alone, by lamplight.
I first encountered M.R. James in a collection of ghost stories meant for children (older than I was then, surely). The first story in that book was Lost Hearts, which I later learned was one of James’. Its first line is above. Read More
Through the Woods by Emily Carroll, 2014
Published by McElderry Books
First line: “When I was little I used to read before I slept at night. And I read by the light of a lamp clipped to my headboard. Stark white, and bright, I dreaded turning it off. What if I reached out… just past the edge of the bed and SOMETHING, waiting there, GRABBED ME and pulled me down, into the DARK”
Book Rx: Carroll is THE dream illustrator for my deepest, darkest nightmares (erm, if I had to nominate one). Highly recommended if you love beautiful, eerie art and haunting stories.
I can’t remember when I first stumbled on to Emily Carroll’s website, www.emcarroll.com. What I do remember is reading through all her web comics in one sitting, both horrified and glued to my screen. I was hooked. Read More
Our family albums are in the Philippines. My mom is a meticulous record-keeper; each album bears a sticker on the spine to identify its contents (“1985-1987”, “Jakarta, 1992”) and the photo negatives are in similarly-labeled shoe-boxes. Most of the albums have cheesecloth cases to keep away the dust, all hand-sewn by Ma herself. Read More
Our hotel in Montreux, Hotel Eden Palace Au Lac, was straight out of a Wes Anderson set (I felt), with its mango ice cream-colored carpets, the rooms equipped with inner and outer doors, and the thick wooden side table which looked like it used to house a retro radio with knobs and dials (since removed, leaving the table with unexplained holes). My suspicions were confirmed when I leafed through the hotel flyer and discovered it was built in the 1870s. Read More