Hi. It’s your dad. You’ll be waking up soon, it’s Christmas Eve morning in Helsingborg, and I’ve killed a person. That’s not how fairy tales usually begin, I know. But I took a life. Does it make a difference if you know who it was?
A letter that will never be read, because the writer…
How do you finish that sentence without giving away the twist, the center of the story? You can’t, so I won’t. I’ll just tell you that what makes The Deal of a Lifetime what it is may not be what you think. Or maybe it will be. I don’t know. It was kind of what I expected, but also not. This wasn’t my favorite by Fredrik Backman. THAT would be And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer. Both are novellas. Like Every Morning, there are whimsical illustrations to expand the brevity into (small) book-size. I guess this one is more accurately a short story.
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At a certain age, almost all the questions a person asks him or herself are really about one thing…
Okay, that’s not the first line of Britt-Marie Was Here, but it’s important… Continue reading “Britt-Marie Was Here”
I woke up just after 5:00 yesterday. Would have liked a little more sleep, but I love how much easier it is to wake up when it’s already daylight. Had to work at 9:00. Subbing at another library, enjoying it. Picked up a book.
Okay, people, your really need to read this one.
I finished it before breakfast. Continue reading “And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer”
The latest First Words are from Pam Jenoff’s The Lost Girls of Paris:
New York, 1946
If not for the second-worst mistake of Grace Healey’s life, she never would have found the suitcase.
Meh… But she really started losing me halfway through the next paragraph… Continue reading “The Lost Girls of Paris”
I remember my own childhood vividly… I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn’t let adults know I knew. It would scare them.
Wow. Now there’s a quote to preface a book with.
The book is Neil Gaiman‘s The Ocean at the End of the Lane… Interesting title.
The quote… Maurice Sendak, in Conversation with Art Spiegelman, The New Yorker, September 27, 1993…
Maurice Sendak. You know, Where the Wild Things Are.
Gotta say… That quote got me. Continue reading “The Ocean at the End of the Lane, Neverwhere”
I like to read. And I’m finding the time to read more, as I am finding more time to write. It’s funny sometimes how you find time when you don’t actually have more time… Time is interesting that way. I even joined a book club and writing group, both at my local library. The local library I worked at years ago, and am back working at, but only as a sub.
Any way, back to reading, and the fact I’m reading more. Every book, at least that I’m actually going to read, needs a good beginning. Continue reading “My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry”
It’s been a while since I picked up the camera. Looking back at some of the images that make me ask myself why I’m not making the effort. I’m having trouble remembering creativity is worth taking time for.
Join me for a fun look back at a photo challenge I took to photograph the senses!
Continue reading “Photographing the Senses”