I Wanted a Book
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I Wanted a Book

Poetry is for the quick moments. Even the epic pieces seem designed more for a quick read. But a good book is universal. Quiet, sultry summer days, leaning against a shade tree – or better, perched up the tree, with occasional twigs brushing your face as you turn the pages. Or a chill, foggy morning, … Continue reading

Literary Milestones
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Literary Milestones

I was pondering my personal literary moments in life. Looking back, I have some very vivid memories of specific places, books, and authors. Some are set in a certain place, others, more vague and prolonged as I read through an author’s body of work, or discovered a character in a series as the lived, grew, … Continue reading

Not Here
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Not Here

I learned a new word today. The First Reader, who had traveled the world in his youth, and picked up smatterings of languages, explained this one to me. The German word for sick is crunken. From there, it’s obvious where the word cranky came from. I am endeavouring not to be cranky anywhere but in … Continue reading

Must Have Books!
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Must Have Books!

No, this isn’t about books I think you must have. Honestly, I don’t know what books are right for you. For instance, I just read the first two books in a series, and adored them, and will be tracking down the rest of the series as soon as I think I can risk the lost … Continue reading

Solace
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Solace

I was reading this morning. I had started the book the other day, just the preview, bought it, and finally got around to reading, tucked into bed in the early morning dark, warm, listening to my companion breathing… It was a marvelous way to start my day. I don’t get this often, there is too … Continue reading