Don’t let your August be four weeks of feeling sad that fall is right around the corner.” – Jasmine Vaughn-Hall But she clashes with one of the young American women in the star’s orbit and seems to come at everything from a different angle than everyone else. She tells her new acquaintances that she’s English to avoid uncomfortable conversations about religion and Catholicism. (Early on in the novel there is a brief reference to her having spent an “awful spell in the Magdalen laundry scrubbing it out, down on her knees getting cleansed” but with no further explanation, leaving the reader to fill in the gaps. ) It’s a relatively bleak tale, punctuated by moments of fleeting happiness, joy, excitement and danger, as Ellen seeks solace from her loneliness and emotional isolation. A trip to the sun It didn’t help that she was portrayed in the press as a party girl, her house an endless social whirlwind, her time spent with some of the world’s most glamorous men, from Marlon Brando to Robert Mitchum. “That was really about how they perceived my life more than the way I lived it,” she says, noting that at most of the parties she was “doing the cooking”. “When Vanity Fair called me the ‘ Playgirl of the Western World’ it wasn’t badly intended but if it had been true then I wouldn’t have raised two children and written 28 books and plays and other things.” The character of Ellen is so unformed, her hair color keeps changing, and I don't mean because she dyes it. It's like the author didn't even care enough to remember. Her eye color changes, too. What the hell?

Mid-way through the book the mood of frivolity and sexual abandonment comes to a screeching halt when something happens to remind Ellen that independence comes at a cost. Though goodbyes are depressing, but hellos are always pleasing. So welcome August, and say goodbye to July, the lovely month of celebrating freedom.” – Anonymous

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This is a terrific novel; it arouses sympathy and compassion like nobody's business. Miss O'Brien is an expert on girls and their feelings... No writer in English is so good at putting the reader inside the skin of a woman".

August is ripening grain in the fields, vivid dahlias fling, huge tousled blossoms through gardens, and Joe Pye weed dusts the meadow purple.” – Jean Hersey

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Summer, the seasons between spring and autumn, comprising in the Northern Hemisphere the warmest months of the year: June, July, and August. The period of finest development, perfection, or beauty previous to any decline. The summer of life.” – Cecelia Ahern The Eliot speech was “great and gruelling”, she says. “I’m not used to giving lectures and I did worry about it. I wanted to give a sense of the poetry, the person, the mystic and the sometimes quite cruel man without making it into a gossip piece. It was supposed to be 15 minutes but it came in at 150 minutes. I’m glad I did it but it took an awful lot out of me.” O’Brien began to produce sketches and tales during childhood. She received a strict Irish Catholic convent education and went on to study pharmacy in Dublin, where she received a license in 1950. In 1952 she married the novelist Ernest Gebler, with whom she had two sons. In 1959 the couple moved to London, where O’Brien turned to writing as a full-time occupation. She was divorced from Gebler in the mid-1960s. We hope that these August quotes were able to comfort you for the upcoming winter. Remember to cherish the bright days and to keep your loved ones close during the cold season.

So, I splurged and found myself a lovely first edition of this book, a hardcover which smells like the 1960s, which is just when this novel happened to have been written by Irish author, Edna O'Brian. Always keep mint on your windowsill in August to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside where they belong. Don’t think the summer is over, even when roses droop and turn brown and the stars shift position in the sky.” – Alice Hoffman but for the most part the tone is just right -- direct, sardonic rather than bitter, free of confessional whine. Only the son's death seems forced, inserted as a plot device (a crude forewarning doesn't help). Ellen may not be The quiet August noon has come. A slumberous silence fills the sky. The winds are still, the trees are dumb. In glassy sleep, the waters lie.” – William Cullen BryantI’m delighted to be a guest this month of The Write Time festival, hosted by Fingal Libraries. I’ll be taking part in a panel discussion with fellow writers Lia Mills and Hilary Fannin. The event will take place in Blanchardstown Library on the 11th September at 6.30 pm.

For the rest of the vacation, there was hardly a day when they did not go up to it. Preferably in the long, smoky, delicious August evenings when the white moths sailed over the tansy plantation, and the golden twilight faded into dusk and purple over the green slopes beyond, and fireflies lighted their goblin torches by the pond.” – Lucy Maud Montgomery Short August Quotes That’ll Make You Think When she falls in with a crowd attached to an American movie star, things look more promising. There are parties in big houses and plenty of attention from rich, powerful men. (Think The Great Gatsby but set in the sun of the French Riviera.) Festivals and book launches get into their autumn stride and that sense of starting anew is palpable. Extra-mural courses, seminars and workshops abound, and avid readers everywhere begin to think seriously about becoming writers. has come to the Riviera to reconnect herself to lie in the only way she feels is left, to attain that harshly promoted goal of "pleasure trips" for the lonely, the sexual "adventure."

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In the mute August afternoon, they trembled to some undertune of music in the silver air.” – Algernon Charles Swinburne Funny August Quotes to Make You Laugh What follows is a painful comedy of errors. Almost from her arrival she is pursued by a bellhop who interprets her every rebuff as a coy invitation. She steels herself at last for a midnight meeting with the hotel violinist, only to discover he is more pointless and so far away, are put aside. Thus, when it comes, her discovery of infection, from a single, sad experience during which she felt more nurse than lover, seems to her doubly deserved, just punishment for the loss of loss. The narrative tone is the biggest issue for me. It felt almost like a draft of a novel. Often times I would find myself losing focus on what I was reading and having to read some passages again. This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight like a spy through the ripening countryside, and with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.” – Sarah Orne Jewett