While books may not be the only reason my daughter and I get along so well, I do think they play a significant part.
No matter how many times it happens, it never gets easier. Rejection. It's hard. Duh...
Mountain vistas layered with blues and greens. Check. Crystal clear water rippling with calming waves. Check. Bookstores. Not so much.
Random weather ruled my June and heavily influenced my activities...including reading...
Bringing an author to book club can be tricky. Is it worth it?
It's just a square building made of white planks with a gray pyramid roof settled on top, like a hat that's a little bit too big. The building could have been the inspiration for the schoolhouse in the Little House on the Prairie books...
It's that time of year again. Sprinklers dot the sidewalks with water. Fresh cut grass sticks to flip flops. And the air thickens with anticipation (oh and humidity).
I am a woman. I was once young. (Don't snicker.) And even then I loved to write. But I didn't necessarily want to be a writer, well, not at first.
Breakups are not always rational. This is what watching 9 seasons of Seinfeld taught me. And I apply this learning beyond personal relationships. I apply it to books as well.
