Archive - Alina Barbu

Tony and Mr. Hawthorne, and Me

I have seen the name Anthony Horowitz in so many places that, for some reason, I got confused as to what he actually writes, and for that reason he did…

Aug 15 •

The auction, the book and the afterlife

Aug 12 •

She’d never thought about her hands.

Aug 8 •

Was Charles Dickens a nice person?

Does it matter?

Aug 5 •

In her sixtieth year Maud had become a content, well rounded, little woman.

Aug 1 •

July 2025

I remember reading when I was little Aesop’s Fables and loving them.

Jul 29 •

The Butterfly Lady

It all started during a very unusual Irish heatwave.

Jul 25 •

Card of the day: Temperance

I quite like drawing a card of the day, and then putting it below my laptop, on my desk so I can glance at it from time to time and learn its symbols.

Jul 22 •

An unexpected win

The work day finally over, he was happy to just plop himself down, on the too soft couch, for some well deserved telly time.

Jul 18 •

Why do I write?

Because I cannot help it.

Jul 15 •

About the color of feeling

Growing up in Romania literature was a big part of our lives, and in school we studied our great writers.

Jul 11 •

Like a pair of old shoes

The clock waved its hands slowly announcing a sleepy morning.

Jul 8 •

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