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Book Review//The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte
If a reader must choose between Jane Austen or the Bronte sisters then I firmly come down on the side of Austen. Austen’s writing style suits me; her wit, her humor, her ability to use the trivialities of life to tell a dramatic story, all are exactly what I look for in a book. The Bronte sisters with their wuthering moors, their insane wives locked in attics, and their tragic lives are interesting but not quite my cup of tea. I read Jane Eyre a few times over the years and enjoyed it but never liked Mr. Rochester. The passion for Wuthering Heights passed me by when I was a teenager.…
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The End of Summer
Summer is starting to wind down and I am not particularly upset about it. We are all feeling a bit like the flower in the photo above; bedraggled and a bit rough around the edges. It has been a hot summer, a humid summer, a bit of a stressful summer. Now the heat has broken for a day or so, the leaves are the dull green that comes before the brilliant colors of autumn and my daughter goes back to school next week. It is time for new outfits, new notebooks, and alarms that go off at 5:45. That last item does not thrill me. Not only does my daughter…
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Little Things
I bought a fountain pen. I realize some of you might not find this fact as absolutely thrilling as I do but I am telling you about it anyway. I have wanted a fountain pen for ages but they seemed fiddly and expensive. Plus, I already have a notebook addiction, do I really need to add a pen addiction to that? Well, it seems I do. I found one online that was downright cheap ($11.00) and got rave reviews. It showed up in the mail the other day and I have never before been so happy to make grocery shopping lists. I have made my entire family admire it and…
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For the Love of a Library
We would walk to the library, lugging bags full of books. It wasn’t far, under a mile, but when I was small and the books were heavy it felt like forever. It was a walk we took in all kinds of weather because we were a family that believed in regular trips to the library. We were each responsible for carrying the books we checked out and since I always checked out the most that were allowed (eight books which I never thought was enough) it is not surprising that my bag was heavy. We would walk down our street, right on Main Street, past the pizza place, Lift-the-Latch Gift…
