October 1, 2011
the cottonwoods are just barely starting to turn yellow
but by November 1st I think all the leaves will be gone
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"Before the divorce, we ate out almost every night or brought in take-out. If they offered a degree in carryout curry, I would have a PhD. Unfortunately, even if I am now only ordering for one, I quickly learned after we separated that while Hunan Chow is affordable on a lawyer and graphic designer's joint salary, it's prohibitively expensive for a living-off-the-money-I-got-from-my-half-of-the-condo-while-I-find-myself budget.This is the premise for the book "Life From Scratch". The story is Rachel's journey to discover more about herself and in the process she discovers what is really important to her. The story was sweet, simple and delightful.
So, I am going to learn how to fry an egg without breaking the yolk. And do more than boil noodles. I might even . . . gasp . . . make my own Pad Thai. And this my friends, is how I'm finally going to find myself during my 'Year of Me'".

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"He could smell the child: a milky smell, like chocolate chip cookies, and the sour tang of a wet, disposable nighttime diaper. He could smell the baby shampoo in its hair, and something small and rubbery--a toy, he thought, and then, no, something to suck--that the child had been carrying."
"The Help is fiction, by and large. Still, as I wrote it, I wondered an awful lot what my family would think of it, and what Demetrie (her maid while growing up) would have thought too, even though she was long dead. I was scared, a lot of the time, that I was crossing a terrible line, writing in the voice of a black person. I was afraid I would fail to describe a relationship that was so intensely influential in my life, so loving, so grossly stereotyped in American history and literature.
I was truly grateful to read Howell Raines's Pulitzer Prize-winning article, "Grady's Gift."
There is no trickier subject for a writer from the South than that of affection between a black person and a white one in the unequal world of segregation. For the dishonesty upon which a society is founded makes every emotion suspect, makes it impossible to know whether what flowed between two people was honest feeling or pity or pragmatism.
My feelings for The Help conflict greatly. Regarding the lines between black and white women, I am afraid I have told too much...I am afraid I have told too little. Not just that life was so much worse for many black women working in the homes in Mississippi, but also that there was so much more love between white families and black domestics than I had the ink or the time to portray.
What I am sure about is this: I don't presume to think that I know hat it really felt like to be a black woman in Mississippi, especially in the 1960s. I don't think it is something any white woman on the other of a black woman's paycheck could ever truly understand. But trying to understand is vital to our humanity."
Book bloggers blog because we love reading. We would have no blogs without the books! Has book blogging changed the way you read? Have you discovered books you never would have apart from book blogging? How has book blogging affected your book acquisition habits? Have you made new connections with other readers because of book blogging?
Participating in reading challenges each year has really changed the way I read. (And I had never heard of a reading challenge prior to book blogging.) It had never crossed my mind to plan what to read—but I find that is now what I am doing. Occasionally I’ll give it a break and read something just because I want to—but those challenges are always nagging away at me and so I find myself getting back on track. I find it stimulating and fun.
All in all I’ll have to give book blogging a big thumbs UP!!!!!! The only drawback I could think of is now I know about so many books I’ll never get them all read! (Prior to book blogging I had no idea what a TBR was.)
“Moscow as far as Pierre could see was one vast charred ruin. On all sides there were waste spaces with only stoves and chimney stacks still standing, and here and there the blackened walls of some brick houses. Here and there he could see churches that had not been burned. The Kremlin, which was not destroyed gleamed white in the distance with its towers and the belfry of Ivan the Great . . . It was plain that the Russian nest was ruined and destroyed.”The Prisoners were led to a place where a large pit had been dug in the field; six of them were lined up in front of it. Spectators had gathered to watch the execution. Drums began to play; the guards stepped forward and placed sacks over the heads of the prisoners.
“Pierre could not remember how he went, whether it was far, or in which direction. His faculties were quite numbed; he was stupefied and moved until his legs stopped. He wondered who was executing him, killing him, depriving him of life—him, Pierre, with all his memories, aspirations, hopes, and thoughts? Who was doing this? It was a system—a concurrence of circumstances. A system of some sort was killing him—Pierre—depriving him of life, of everything, annihilating him.”
“Twelve sharpshooters with muskets stepped out of the ranks and halted eight paces from the post. Suddenly a crackling, rolling noise was heard, there was some smoke.”
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My teaser this week comes from a book I've seen reviewed on many blogs and of course the movie trailer and hype also led me to read this book. I'm enjoying it very much."The summer rolls behind us like a hot tar spreader. Ever colored person in Jackson gets in front a whatever tee-vee set they can find, watches Martin Luther King stand in our nation's capital and tell us he's got a dream."
location 5639 on my kindle