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The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longerOscar Wilde The Picture of Dorian GrayNora Iuga created her title from this half-remembered quotation.Already at the age of 67 when Iuga brought out this collection, her typical subject-matter of love and sensuality and relationships had extended to include leave-taking and death - as well as language itself. Writing has a redemptive effect, and is sometimes the only way out of despair: her 'ballpoint pen is equal to god'. This collection encompasses elements of surreality, captivating the reader with unexpected imagery. There is wistfulness, too, but Iuga is never bitter, and an undertone of irony is ever-present.

Suki, struggling writer, still earning her keep working as a model for artists, continues her quest for literary success while battling with self-doubt and loneliness, in this second part of her autobiographical trilogy. Liaisons with dissatisfactory males have been part of life since the end of her long affair with intellectual German Ilka. Part II opens with Suki alone once again after her latest doomed fling. The ongoing failure to get her novel published is undermining her raison d'etre, and with lonely middle-age looming, Suki's soldierly determination wavers. But then, unforeseen events unfold... Part II of Suki's autobiographical trilogy.

What took place in Bradford, England in the latter half of the nineteenth century was nothing less than a sporting revolution. Kick-Off charts and analyses Bradford’s story to illustrate the importance of sport’s role in the development of the modern city. Bradford shows us how, from the burgeoning of the first industrial communities, personal and civic identities have been profoundly shaped by spectator sports - identities that remain vital to this day.

Do Christmas and all the build-up to it affect you emotionally, whether you were brought up in a Christian background or not? As Sue writes,"Advent was at one time a dour season of prayer, fasting and penitence. For me a distinct melancholy hangs over our grey rainy islands during December's darkening days. Some people just enjoy the telly and the partying, and others doubtless try to ignore the whole thing. But I think there are also those who, like me, spend the festive season running an emotional gamut. Underlying the commercial clamour there's a nostalgic sense of loss; a wistfulness - not for how it used to be in Christmases past, but for how it might have been and never really was.Adventus: the coming. These twenty-five poems reflect on Christmases past and current; on lives lived; on endings of years and of relationships; on beginnings, anxieties, hopes, and an uncertain future."Though these poems are perennials, they also serve as daily Advent readings starting from the first day of December.

The poems in Jean Stevens' latest collection range through everything from a pub on the North York Moors on a black cloaked night, an encounter with a stranger in the dead hours in Soho and jackdaws who come mob-handed, to a reflection on Elisabeth Frink's 'The Walking Madonna', an accident on black ice, a muddy quad bike, and a meeting with Beethoven in Burnley. Among poems inspired by her Yorkshire Dales home (I've fallen in love with the bones of this place ... where wind meets wind) are accounts of late love - when you've lost your hair, your waistline, your hearing, and your sweating stains the bed, and of quietly desolate loss: I thought I saw and heard you... This is a body of work with a beating heart.