Thursday, February 20, 2014


"The day she walked the streets of Silk, a chafing wind kept the temperature low and the sun was helpless to move outdoor thermometers more than a few degrees above freezing. Tiles of ice had formed at the shoreline and, inland, the thrown-together houses on Monarch Street whined like puppies. Ice slick gleamed then disappeared in the early evening shadow, causing the sidewalks she marched along to undermine even an agile tread, let alone one with a faint limp."

"It was a boy who succeeded at befriending her. The teachers thought it was because he fed her Yodels and Sno Balls from his lunch bag, since Junior's lunch(Junior is a girl) might be a single apple or a mayonnaise sandwich stuffed in the pocket of the woman's sweater she wore. The pupils, however, believed he was playing dirty with her down in a ditch somewhere after school--and they told him so. But he was a proud boy, son of the bottling plant manager, who could hire and fire their parents--and he told them so."

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Wondrous Words


  a Brazilian dance of African origin with a basic pattern of step-close-step-close and characterized by a dip and spring upward at each beat of the music; also :  the music for this dance(Merriam Webster Dictionary)

"This was picture-postcard Brazil, the Brazil that takes your breath away, the feel-good Brazil of sun, sea, and samba, of spontaneity, optismism, life, and colour. It is the Brazil most foreigners only ever see, and the only one that Brazil wants them to see."

Monday, February 17, 2014

It's Monday, What Are You Reading?

I did finish 12 Years a Slave by Solomon Northup
. It's an amazing slave narrative. I am reading Highway to Hell by Matt Roper/Kregel. I am learning so much from this nonfiction. Learning a great deal about girls and their lost childhoods. It's very sad, but it's knowledge that can't be left under the blanket. Plus, it gives hope to hear about men like Matt and Dean who are helping make a place for girls coming out of these situations.

I've started The Rose Garden by Susan Kreasley. It's wonderful.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Book Beginnings / Friday 56

Book Beginnings

"I lost my only sister in the last days of November. It's a rotten time to lose someone, when all the world is dying too and darkness comes on earlier and when the chill rains fall it seems the very sky is weeping. Not that there's ever a good time to lose your best friend., but it seemed somehow harder to sit there and watch in that hospital room, with the white-coated specialists coming and going, and see only grey clouds beyond the hard windows that offered no warmth and no hope."

Friday 56

"Claire had set a sundial squarely at the centre of her garden in the one place where the sunlight always reached, and with a ring of upturned earth around it, ready to be planted."

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Teaser Tuesday

"Red--the deep blood red is decidedly the favorite color among the enslaved damsels of my acquaintance. If a red ribbon does not encircle the neck, you will be certain to find all the hair of their woolly heads tied up with red strings of one sort or another." (This is about Christmas not an everyday occurence).

"Alas! had it not been for my beloved violin, I scarcely can conceive how I could have endured the long years of bondage. It introduced me to great houses--relieved me of many days labor in the field--supplied me with conveniences for my cabin--with pipes and tobacco, and extra pains of shoes, and often times led me away from the presence of a hard master, to witness scenes of jollity and mirth.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Wicket Valentine's Read-a-Thon

It's Monday, What Are You Reading?

I finished Money Can't Buy Love by Connie Briscoe.
Now I'm reading Twelve Years A Slave by Solomon Northrup. It's nonfiction. It's a slave narrative. I think the movie is now playing in different towns.

Friday, February 7, 2014

Book Beginnings / Friday56

"Having been born a freeman, and for more than thirty years enjoyed the blessings of liberty in a free state--and having at the end of that time been kidnapped and sold into slavery, where I remained, until happily rescued in the month of January, 1853, after a bondage of twelve years it has been suggested that an account of my life and fortunes would not be uninteresting to the public."
"Within the week she would be dead. Hard lives kill gentle women quickly there," he said bitterly. I thought of the gentle women I've known, and the toll hard times have taken...He shook his head as if shaking off sorrow and continued. "She had wasted away to nothing. An old woman I would not have recognized if I'd seen her in the street, yet there was still a beauty about her. I could see how content I would have been if things had turned out differently."

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Teaser Tuesday

"She eyed Paws, who was in her doggie bed nibbling on a chew toy. Nah, Lenora thought. She couldn't be that unlucky. That ticket had to be around here somewhere. She stood, walked to her dresser, and began opening drawers.....She even checked under the bed and beneath the pile of clean clothes in the armchair."

Monday, February 3, 2014

It's Monday! What Are You Reading?

I finished The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd and The Power of a Woman Who Leads by Gail M. Hayes. This week I'm reading Money Can't Buy Love by Connie Briscoe and My Life as a Furry Red Monster by Kevin Clash.