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A Serendipitous Find
My local library has a small shelf of free books in the lobby. Usually, this shelf is full of Harlequin romances and out-dated children’s nonfiction books. However, since I live in a constant state of hope, I always check the shelf. Yesterday, my optimism paid off. There was a lovely hardback copy of Merry Hall by Beverley Nichols. In my pre-blogging days, this would have meant absolutely nothing to me. I had never heard of Beverley Nichols. However, several bloggers I follow are very fond of Nichols’ books and I have been wanting to try one. He was best known for his gardening books which, apparently, are charming and gently…
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Life Currently
Currently, I am sitting in bed in a mediocre motel room. I am over-tired, slightly stressed, and determined to stop Googling all my ridiculous worries that rise to the surface when life gets to be a bit too much. Really, life was more peaceful when I didn’t have the answer to things right at my fingertips. Does anyone else occasionally feel nostalgic for the days when you had to go to the library to look something up? By the time you got there you frequently forgot what you were worried about and ended up researching some random bit of fascination like the weather in the Himalayas or the possibilities of…
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Wildflowers and Walks
Right now it is pouring down with rain. There are flash flood warnings and it is steamy and sticky outside. It is the kind of weather where all you want to do is to stay inside with the air conditioning blasting away and a good book on your lap. Of course, I think that is a good way to spend most of the summer. However, over the weekend we had gorgeous weather and we went for a walk down by the river. The wildflowers are out in force and look absolutely beautiful. I wish my flower beds looked half so bright and colorful. Maybe I should just fill them with…
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In Which I Profess My Love For British Library Crime Classics
I never cared about what my books looked like. As long as they held together so I could read them I was happy. Of course, there were some covers that irritated me. My childhood copy of Anne of Green Gables has the most abysmal picture of Anne on the front. It is so bad that I am convinced that whoever picked it never read the book since it bears absolutely no resemblance to the Anne in my head. But the thing is, I never bothered to replace it even though I didn’t like it. It was a serviceable copy so, why bother? There were prettier copies out there but I…
