Kirjahaku

On the planet of the guardians, the villages, towns and cities hum with the activities of a multitude of diverse beings. At the end of the day away from a cacophony of noise and blazing lights one of them, a flea-ridden and scarred creature, a casualty of the vicissitudes of fortune, retreats into a nightly abode in the blackness of a lane used by delivery vans and bin lorries servicing bars and fast food restaurants in a raucous town centre. He slouches devoid of dignity on a fire escape stairway above the dregs awash in the sodden gutters below. In this dark and wintry setting with the rain drumming on the steel steps emulsified by leaking oil dripping on to the mire below, this shivering destitute clings on to life, mulling over what had once been when with a happy gait he enjoyed the transient beauty of creation.Here he recalls the stories told by the likes of the guru, the dude, the princess, the uppity pranksters and his nobs. The shared recurring theme throughout these short telling of truly big events is the dire warning of the true nature of the guardians.

An illuminative story that one would expect from an incredible collaboration between James Paterson and the late Miss Read to hatch up about the misdeeds of East End gangsters, wild fruit foragers and the put-upon Mrs. Noah along a country lane inhabited by a bunch of naughty old dears. With military precision and resilient teamwork, Lady Rosalie, Miranda, Beatrix and the other spirited trustees of the charity Primroses, the elderly widows in this story, explore every avenue to raise funds to help their kind who have unfortunately found themselves in financial distress. In this quaint setting, men are not despised nor envied, they are merely seen as a means to an end, workhorses to make life comfortable and to be put out of unnecessary misery when their best days are behind them. It is a battle to preserve a way of life and to retain rights won by previous generations of women in a changing world that seems to have missed the point on what control and influence should bring. If you are wanting a romantic comedy, look elsewhere. Well, perhaps in a droll and ironic roundabout way it is found here as there is an element of redemption and rediscovered love for Mrs. Noah, a woman who suffocates under the pressure of living with a husband exhibiting irrational behaviour while she suffers the pain of an estrangement with her only daughter. As if this were not enough, criminals from the big smoke take an interest in this fertile spot rich in natural and human bounties to get their hands on swag to raise a pension pot big enough for future needs to satisfy the most pessimistic financial prediction.

Take control, rewrite history and deny them the opportunity or ability to do any more harm, a simple idea devised and organised in the gym halls throughout the land to usurp a failed male hierarchy. It was only a matter of time before someone thought of it. It's a case of aesthetics and athletics outdoing brute strength and power.'Determinedly refusing to wilt, the other male holds his ground. The instructor accepts the challenge and leans her torso ever more slightly forward to make eye contact. Any reticence shown by her prey will signal his doom.'