The Signature of All Things is set over the lifetime of Alma Whittaker, a woman of means in the early eighteenth century, who is obsessed with the study of moss, unlucky in love, boggled by the altruism of her adopted sister and always on the search for answers in the natural world.
Alma’s journey is wonderful, fascinating and captivating. Alma’s journey and that of her father before her takes the reader around the globe transporting them to: London, Philadelphia, Tahiti, Peru, Tenerife, Hawaii and many places in-between.
Gilbert should be praised for her superb factual research within this novel and her ability to weave it subtly into her work of fiction.
Everything about The Signature of All Things is exquisite and exotic, yet bound together in familiarity by the experience of emotions that all human beings share.
Gilbert’s writing voice is engaging, warm and at times exciting. Gilbert’s description brings the readers imagination fully to life. The reader can actually imagine being there alongside their new friend Alma.
The plot is intriguing, brilliantly plotted and has lots of very clever twists. The reader wont have read such cleverly plotted novel as The Signature of All Things in a number of years (I certainly hadn’t!). The expert unravelling of the plot and twists makes readers find it tough to put the book down.
Gilbert’s pacing is suitable for the plot and The Signature of All Things has 580 pages, so is slightly longer than the average novel.
Robert & Neha are two of the most gorgeous, kind and wonderful people that I know. I am so lucky to have them both in my life.
I arrived in Leeds on Friday night. We talked, catching up on the last few years, drank wine and had the most awesome handmade pizzas by Robert.
On the Saturday we had a mooch around town, visited the oldest pub in Leeds (well it would be rude not to!) and had a game of Monopoly.
Monopoly!
I was the first out of the game, Neha had Lady Luck on her side, but in the end Robert won. We watched some of the wedding video, some Netflix and ultimately chilled.
This is what life is all about, I thought to myself on more than one occasion throughout the weekend. Spending time with people you love and care about. Having the time to converse and connect. To share good times with one another.
We’ve promised each other to do this more often. So Robert & Neha, if you’re reading this, my turn to host next time. I doubt I’ll be able to top the superb job you did. But I look forward to giving it a try and having another fantastic time.
Thirty years old. It was a busy day with many highlights. My close family and I went out for a meal in my favourite restaurant Gallimore’s. I was so pleased that almost everyone could and did come. Here are photos of my cake and balloons:
My 30th Birthday Cake: Minion Bob.
My 30th Birthday Balloons.
Gallimore’s Fine Restaurant served sublime and tasty food and the service was excellent. My thanks to Gallimore’s for making my birthday even more special.
I was completely overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity from my family and friends on my birthday. I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the Facebook messages, the cards, the balloons, the gifts and the money from family and friends.
At the end of the month, some good friends and I are going to Chester Zoo to see the new Islands Exhibit.
Big birthdays always cause me to reflect on my life so far. I think about what I’ve done and not done. What I’ve experienced and haven’t experienced. I play what if scenarios out in my head for both the past and the future.
Me Drinking Coffee. Slowly Getting Back to Life 🙂
In January, everything stopped. I stopped being able to function and was ill. The truth is that I had been ill for a long time before this, but that I had continued to solider on – hoping that I would start to feel better.
Here were some of my symptoms: No concentration span. I wasn’t able to watch TV or films, read or write. I didn’t feel safe to drive, so I didn’t. Short term memory loss.
Feeling constantly exhausted despite sleeping for many, many hours. Some insomnia and night terrors. Back pain – despite resting and regularly completing physiotherapy exercises. Head aches. Stomach ache/constipation despite eating a reasonably good diet. Poor personal hygiene and not cleaning my home environment. Overeating or forcing myself to eat despite feeling that I didn’t want to. No motivation – I found it extremely difficult and tiring to do the smallest of tasks. Reckless spending of money – mostly through online shopping. Any extremely variable mood which changed throughout the day and night. From being void of any feelings to a tornado of fast swirling feelings including: guilt, inadequacy and feeling like a failure. Anxiety – resulting in becoming antisocial and finding it difficult to leave home. Worry and panic about what people would think of me. Feeling hopeless, which is the worst feeling in the world. Feeling like I was loosing my mind. Feeling like I was falling down a dark bottomless pit. Feeling frustrated at not being able to snap out of it and that nothing I did made a difference to how I felt or my ability to function. Overly self-critical thoughts and zero self esteem. A critical inner voice that was loud and repetitive. At two particularly bad points I suffered from compulsions to end my life. In short, feeling like my mind, body and soul were being devoured and destroyed by this illness.
So I went to see my GP who completed the PHQ depression test and diagnosed me with severe clinical depression. At several points throughout my treatment, this test was repeated to check on my progress. At one point, I was scoring 24 out of a possible 27. My GP started me on antidepressants and encouraged me to self-refer for counselling.
The first antidepressant didn’t work, despite gradually increasing the dose to the maximum. Apparently this is really common, happening to at least 50% of people. So my GP gradually withdrew the first antidepressant and then started me on another – which thankfully is working. I self-referred to counselling, had an assessment and to this date am still on the waiting list.
January to May has felt like a write-off in every sense of the word. But I feel extremely lucky to have made it through this dark and difficult time. What’s that phrase? Ah yes…I believe I made it through by the skin on my teeth.
Looking back, I’ve had depressive tendencies for at least the last few years. I’ve been rubbish at spotting the symptoms in myself, but am much more aware of signs, symptoms and triggers now.
I’m still in recovery and it is a gradual process. I’m still on the antidepressants and will be for sometime. I’ve started taking multivitamins to make sure my body and mind is getting what it needs. But now I’m feeling good, better than I have felt in years. I’ve even started laughing again, proper belly laughs, which I haven’t done for what feels like forever.
Now I’m getting back to life. I’ve thanked those close to me for their support, love, care and kindness. I’ve gone back to work and realised that I have the most brilliant, amazing and fantastic work colleagues. They’ve been so supportive and I feel so lucky to work with such wonderful people.