I love books, like a lot. Enough that I wrote one. (see The Travelers). Therefore, it's probably not surprising that I read and follow a lot of book-related sites and blogs. Blogs are a little tricky. I like so many great ones. That list would be very long and I may tackle compiling that some day soon. In the meantime, since it's Friday, I'll do a Friday 5 of my 5 Favorite Book Websites.
On the day we arrived in San Francisco my friend said, what do you want to do? My response? Go to Green Apple Books! Here's why I love this place and why anyone visiting San Francisco needs to make sure this is part of their visit.
I recently went to the San Francisco ballet and wrote a blog about it. What I didn't mention in that blog was that right after the ballet ended, we headed over to a protest across the street. And in the sea of black ink on poster board, I realized something important was missing...
My husband and daughter have matching t-shirts about science. (So cute and nerdy.) Their t-shirts inspired today's t-shirt Tuesday blog topic: Did any science fiction books get it right or make predictions that came true?
Day 3 of our visit to San Francisco, the last full day here. Like any good day, it all started with and ended with food, with a little dance and literature between.
If you're a reader or a writer or a watcher of theater or of television. Even if you like music, then you like stories. And, you know that stories can take many forms. As a writer (see The Travelers), obviously I like the written word. But I can fully appreciate that a story doesn't need to be made of up letters on paper, which is one of the reasons I like all types of art forms, including the ballet. And, yesterday, my best friend took my daughter and I to see one of the best in the country - the San Francisco ballet.
When I visited New York City in December, I took my book, The Travelers, along for some photo ops. No, the fact that people looked at me like a crazy person as I propped up a book in windows, subway stations and restaurants didn't discourage me from doing it again in a new location, this time San Francisco!
I grew up in a government family, so acronyms became words whose meanings I rarely understood. Some of them I even thought were just words being used wrong. My family would say something that sounded like "scissor" in a sentence where the word "scissor" had no place! I realize now it's some sort of acronym, I still don't know what it means though.
K.L. Kranes 