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“All the radiance of April in Italy lay gathered together at her feet. The sun poured in on her. The sea lay asleep in it, hardly stirring. Across the bay the lovely mountains, exquisitely different in colour, were asleep too in the light; and underneath her window, at the bottom of the flower-starred grass slope from which the wall of the castle rose up, was a great cypress, cutting through the delicate blues and violets and rose-colours of the mountains and the sea like a great black sword. She stared. Such beauty; and she there to see it. Such beauty; and she alive to feel it. Her face was bathed in light. Lovely scents came up to the window and caressed her. A tiny breeze gently lifted her hair. Far out in the bay a cluster of almost motionless fishing boats hovered like a flock of white birds on the tranquil sea. How beautiful, how beautiful. Not to have died before this . . . to have been allowed to see, breathe, feel this .”

Quote by Elizabeth von Arnim

Work

The Enchanted April

In 'The Enchanted April,' the narrative unfolds as four women from different walks of life find solace and inspiration in a remote Italian villa. Their time away from their respective cities and routines allows for personal growth, introspection, and the forging of unexpected friendships. The novel is celebrated for its evocative setting and the exploration of themes of self-discovery and the power of travel. more

Author

Elizabeth von Arnim
Elizabeth von Arnim

Elizabeth von Arnim, born on August 31, 1866, and died on February 9, 1941, was a prominent German novelist of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Known for her unique female perspective and delicate emotional descriptions, she left a lasting impact on German literature. more

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