Sunday, February 27, 2011
Monday Reading Notes: Rebecca & Pirate Latitudes
Who says you're ever too old to be read to?!
'Port Royal, in 1665, was a boomtown. In the decade since Cromwell's expedition had captured the island of Jamaica from the Spanish, Port Royal had grown from a miserable, deserted, disease ridden spit of sand into a miserable, overcrowded, cut-throat infested town of eight thousand.' pg10
'Of course, Sir James and his household attended services each Sunday, along with a few pious members of the community. But as often as not, the sermon was interrupted by the arrival of a drunken seaman, who disrupted proceedings with shouts and oaths and on one occasion with gunshots.' pg11
'I had felt better when I had taken my hat off, and my wretched little fur, and thrown them both beside my gloves and my bag on to the window seat. It was a deep, comfortable room, with books lining the wall to the ceiling, the sort of room a man would move from never, did he live alone, solid chairs beside a great open fireplace, baskets for the two dogs in which I felt they never sat, for the hollows in the chairs had tell-tale marks. The long windows looked out upon the lawns, and beyond the lawns to the distant shimmer of the sea.' pg75