December 21

This hangs by the mirror in our bathroom.

December 20

My first

job was at the mall.

thing to the left is a can of RC Cola.

grade memory is that I met my friend Melia.

book I ever read 

thing I do in the morning is dread the thought of having to get ready.  Getting ready to leave the house is my least favorite thing ever.
 
food I knew I didn't like was hamburgers.
 
memory was sitting on the front steps with my brother.

December 14

One Sentence Saturday.
Grab the third book in on your top shelf of books.
Share the first sentence.

"There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife."

Join the blog-a-thon!

July 25

I loved reading books when I was a kid, especially with my mom.  One my most favorite books to read with her was Big Bird Follows the Signs

Thanks to Big Bird I am still a bit uneasy about jaywalking.

What was your favorite childhood book?

July Challenge

Past and Present

It's almost that time of year again.  Time to bask in the sunshine and read a good book.

 

When I was a kid, these were my favorites.

 

That Amelia Bedelia sure was zany, wasn't she?

These are some of my most loved books of all time.

 

 

And here are a few I have really enjoyed recently.

 

 

So...

 

read any good books lately?

May 4

Here's day 4 of the above challenge to Blog Every Day in May.  Today's topic is Favorite quote and why you love it so here goes.

An anonymous text from the Tradition says that, in life, each person can take one of two attitudes: to build or to plant. The builders might take years over their tasks, but one day, they finish what they’re doing. Then they find they’re hemmed in by their own walls. Life loses its meaning when the building stops.

Then there are those who plant. They endure storms and all the many vicissitudes of the seasons, and they rarely rest. But, unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. And while it requires the gardener’s constant attention, it allows life for the gardener to be a great adventure.

Gardeners always recognize one another, because they know in the history of each plant lies the growth of the whole world.

-Paulo Coelho (Brida)
 

I love everything Paulo writes.  This was the reading at our wedding.

Awww..

 

Bookish

The summertime reminds me of books. I love to read. Everything from the feel and smell of the paper to the little black letters dotted across the page mesmerizes me. I read a lot more in the summertime than I do in the winter. I like to sit on my patio, have a cigarette, and read. My favorite summer memory is going up to the Poudre Canyon and reading on a rock by the river while Bobaloo fished.

The first book I remember reading with my mom was Big Bird Follows the Signs which was a captivating little story about Big Bird getting Prairie Dawn’s cello to her concert on time and the importance of reading signs. I remember how my mom’s voice sounded when we came to a sign in the book. She would annunciate and heighten the word, STOP! GO! THIS WAY! or whatever the signs happened to say. Sometimes she would make hand motions to add a little pizzazz to the story.

My dad was never a big reader, but I remember him sitting down to read me Ramona and Her Father. We sat on the couch and took turns reading the pages in the oh-so-grown-up chapter book. Do you remember Ramona Quimby? I loved her and the overconfidence she radiated. I secretly wished I could be that bold.

I lived next to three girls around the same age as me growing up and their dad Steve would take us to the library every once in a while. For my birthday they even gave me a library bag. I would always check out more books than I could possible read by the due date. I was afraid I would run out of books and always wanted to save the best ones for last.

In high school I would skip school to drive to the library and read what I felt like reading. T.S. Eliot, Edith Wharton, and Daniel Quinn filled my brain. I wanted to be a poet. I wanted to eat, sleep, and breathe books. Then at some point, I got a life.

These days I read when I can, when the spirit moves me to. I have a list of classic literature I am working on reading before I die. I cannot wait for long summer days to read while Bobaloo fishes or to lie in the sun and finish up a novel over a weekend.

With the approaching warm weather, I could use some good suggestions. What are you reading?