On the first night of October a mighty wind arose and smote the countryside around Fairacre.
The Fairacre Festival, by Miss Read
As night fell on 6 August 1942, the officers assembled in the wardroom of the amphibious assault ship USS Fuller for a final briefing by the commander of the 3/5 Marines, Lieutenant Colonel Frederick C. Biebush.
Devil Dogs: King Company, Third Battalion, 5th Marines, from Guadalcanal to the Shores of Japan, by Saul David
“I suppose I should have expected an uproar when my mother persuaded the Count of Saint Germain to come to Tarrington and play a concert for our friends and family.”
Rumbullion, by Molly Tanzer
“Who spawned Dracula?”
Who Is Dracula’s Father? and Other Puzzles in Bram Stoker’s Gothic Masterpiece, by John Sutherland.
“On the first weekend in September, Arthur Oakes drove west to see his mother in the House of Correction.”
King Sorrow, by Joe Hill
Nobody knows who Tyler was.
Tyler’s Row, by Miss Read
If you take the road from the downland village of Fairacre to Beech Green, you will notice three things.
No Holly for Miss Quinn, by Miss Read
“Andrew Harlan stepped into the kettle.”
The End of Eternity, by Isaac Asimov
“How do you fall in love with the Louvre?”
Adventures in the Louvre: How to Fall in Love with the World’s Greatest Museum, by Elaine Sciolino
“In the sixteenth century the English historian John Foxe looked over his shoulder at the great sweep of the near, and distant, past.”
– Powers and Thrones: A New History of the Middle Ages, by Dan Jones
“The night I watch Athena Liu die, we’re celebrating her TV deal with Netflix.”
Yellowface by R.F. Kuang.
It is an undisputed fact that people who choose to live in the country must expect to be caught up, willy-nilly, in the cycle of the seasons.
Village Affairs, by Miss Read
"The good news, of course, is that someone died today. That came out wrong.”
I See You’ve Called In Dead by John Kenney
Village schools get rarer every year, but there are a small number, up and down the country, which still look much the same as they did some hundred years ago.
The White Robin, by Miss Read
“There is no water in the City of Lies.”
The Lies of the Ajungo, by Moses Ose Utomi
“You never know what’s going to prompt someone to call a radio show to talk about language.”
Friends with Words: Adventures in Languageland, by Martha Barnette
It was Miss Clare who first pointed out that Fairacre School was one hundred years old.
Village Centenary, by Miss Read
‘What the Hanover d’you make of this, Miss Read?’
Summer at Fairacre, by Miss Read
“Nothing ever begins” - Clive Barker’s Weaveworld, probably my favorite single volume book.
“The Patrol ship, Starfire, Vegan Registry, came into her last port in the early morning.”
The Last Planet, by Andre Norton
“I’ve always had a gripe with archaeology.”
Dinner With King Tut: How Rogue Archaeologists Are Re-Creating the Sights, Sounds, Smells, and Tastes of Lost Civilizations, by Sam Kean
The finest house at Thrush Green, everyone agreed, was that occupied by Joan and Edward Young.
Return to Thrush Green, by Miss Read
My favourite book by her.
“‘A hundred and fifteen rupees,’ Ensign Richard Sharpe said, counting the money onto the table.”
Sharpe’s Trafalgar by Bernard Cornwell
Spring came early to Fairacre that year.
Changes at Fairacre, by Miss Read