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Book Review//Guard Your Daughters by Diana Tutton
I have been saving this book for a long time. Everything I read indicated it would be a book I loved, a book I would want to read over and over. Many bloggers whose opinions I trust raved about it. So, as I do, it was set aside for just the right time. Last week I pulled it off my shelf and decided that time had come. I settled down prepared for a wonderful experience. But I didn’t love it. I know, some of you are ready to click away right now so let me hasten to add that I didn’t hate it. In many ways, I enjoyed it. It…
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Some Days Are Like That
It is snowing. Again. This is the fourth winter storm this month. My car needed a brake job. Another expense. The book I ordered got lost in the mail but the packaging arrived right on time. Yes, the post office delivered a completely empty plastic bag to my mailbox. I ordered a shirt online. The company sent me the wrong one. I made a new recipe and everyone, including me, hated it. Our mailbox got knocked down by the snowplows. I have a horribly drippy cold. Did you ever read Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day? My son loved it when he was little and we read…
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Book Review//Bound To Please by Michael Dirda
In Bound To Please Dirda speaks of the “soul-satisfying pleasure of testing one’s own literary connoisseurship.” If, in reading his collection of literary reviews and essays, I am testing my own literary connoisseurship, then that is a test I have failed. I think, or thought, of myself as a reasonably well-read individual but I have realized that is not the case. There are so many books mentioned in Bound To Please that I have never heard of, much less read. However, that in no way detracted from my enjoyment of this book. Dirda does an excellent job of making even the most unfamiliar books interesting and accessible. I didn’t finish each essay…
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In My Grandmother’s Attic
It was dusty and hot in the summer and it was freezing cold in the winter. The attic had a certain smell, not unpleasant, composed of old books, wooden floorboards, and something else I can’t identify. Mothballs, maybe? I wish I could smell it again. The attic was actually the unfinished upstairs of a Cape style home but that is what we always called it, “the attic”, and we loved to go up there. Every time we spent the night at our grandparent’s house we were sure to end up prowling around. There were a few toys stored up there. I remember a plastic tea set and a Fisher Price…
