Overview: Iain MacKinnon is Laird of the MacKinnon clan and full of guilt. His mother died giving birth to him, and then on the day his son was born his wife declared that she would rather die than have him touch her again. Then promptly leaped out of the tower window on to the jagged rocks of the moor below. Page is the daughter of a noble Englishman, and plagued with more than guilt, self-loathing. From the first moment she can remember, her father hated her and made it well known. He would hit her and treated her no better than he did a servant. Making it easy for her to sneak out at night for a swim, where she is kidnapped by the MacKinnon’s in hopes of retrieving Iain’s own kidnapped six year old son. Offering to trade the daughter for his son, Iain confronted Fitzsiomon, but soon learned he did not care what happened to Page. Threatening the life of the King, her father quickly handed the boy over and exclaiming he would kill his daughter if Iain brought her back. Not wanting to sacrifice her to that fate, or tell her what her father said, Iain told Page he was stealing her and taking her home with him. A long ride home, the two fought their own demons and growing love for each other. Both silently saying one could not love the other because of their pasts, not knowing the man who kidnapped the little boy was in their traveling group. Once home, passion ensues and all seems well for a few days, then everything explodes. Glenna, the midwife, locks herself in her home refusing to see anyone. Fitzsiomon comes to take his daughter back, bringing the Scottish King along to quell any trouble and the original kidnapper is revealed in a plot to kill both Page and the young boy.
Opinion: Loved it. The characters were so painfully real, that they almost seemed like satirical caricatures of real emotions. I laughed, I cried, became angry and frustrated. It is not often that one can find themselves so attuned to a character in a book, but for inexplicable reasons, I have found myself in this book and have no words for how much I love this book. Full of action and danger, it is not just a romance novel it is a thrill ride.
So I’m taking Intro to Humanities II, and was asked to look for a piece of art that resonates with me from a chapter in our text and explain why I am attracted to it. I stumbled upon a picture of Notre Dame Cathedral. I am not a very religious person, nor is my family Catholic (though it is in our blood being Irish and all) but I have always felt a calling to the faith. One part of that calling has always been the beauty of Catholic churches. I have always thought of them as Gothic in architecture and dark fitting their purpose, without really knowing it is Gothic architecture. Growing up I was always told that God is loving and kind, but personally I have found the opposite to be true. Vengeful and angry seem to be more His palette and the old churches cropping up from the Renaissance era were perfect for that side.
Even though the churches look cold and ominous from the outside, step inside and there is sunlight everywhere. When I was young and stupid, I remember vowing to be married in a church that was big and full of overlooking gargoyles on the outside, colored with stain glass windows inside. A huge organ in the front/back (pick your perspective), rows of beautifully carved pews and high arched ceilings vaulting to the sky. Now the yearning is still there, and am still drawn to the magical buildings that captured my heart as a child, but I know better. Notre Dame Cathedral and many others are just a part of my past, that I wanted for my future that will never be in my present. Which is why I think I am attracted to them, it is something I can never have.
Roses are so cliche and yet so loved. They are pretty but if my lover (knew better) brought me roses they would be sleeping in the doghouse. In general, I don’t find flowers that romantic because they die. It’s like they are saying, “I love you, but one day I may not.”
If you have to have/give flowers, why not get something more original than roses. It is fine if you love roses, roses are great then. But other flowers deserve love as well. Personally I prefer black and white Calla Lilies. They are beautiful on their own and pair well with others.
Orchids are great as well and seem to be resilient. They tend to last longer as well. I watch too much TV, so I find the blood splatter looking ones prettier than others. I also like black ones, but I’m a weird dark person like that.
Daisies are a bit hokey, in my opinion, and again give off a crappy vibe. They are one of the types that are used to play the “he loves me, he loves me not game.” Who wants to place their chances of love on a flower?
I’m just not a big fan of tulips.
Poppies are beautiful but delicate. They are also associated with fallen soldiers.
What is your favorite flower and why?