Monday, April 7, 2014

Quote of the Day------Goodreads

We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves. Leonora Carrington
Surrealist painter Leonora Carrington (born April 6, 1917) fled Europe during WWII and lived the rest of her life in Mexico City, where she wrote equally surreal novels.

Friday, April 4, 2014

"Golden State" a book by Michelle Richmond

Michelle Richmond has done it again.

This page turner was one of the best so far this year, (2014).

One day in the life of Dr. Julie Walker, with flashbacks over several years. San Francisco is in absolute turmoil as the population of "the Golden State" is voting to secede from the United States. Julie must make her way to be with her sister, who has gone into labor. Julie comes "face to face" with Dennis, who has taken 3 of Julie's co-workers hostage, across the street from where her sister is in labor.

There are so many layers to this story, it was very interesting to watch Michelle peel them back to get to the end of Julie's day-long voyage. Packed with love, distrust, hate, rage and forgiveness.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Quote of the Day------Goodreads

There is a sacredness in tears....They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
Washington Irving (born April 3, 1873), author of Rip Van Winkle and the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, also ran a Mad Magazine-esque publication called Salmagundi with a group of his best friends.

The outpouring of love for the Oso community is certainly due to the overwhelming grief.  Continue your prayers and thoughts for our area.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Eudora Welty quote

It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. Yet regardless of where they came from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them--with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself. Still illiterate, I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them. — by Eudora Welty

I just love books, my mother said that the very first book she gave me, I ate!  Must have
tasted really good, as I have never gotten over my love of books!