I pre-ordered Dee Henderson’s latest novel, “Full Disclosure” from Amazon several weeks ago for my Kindle and promptly forgot about it. So I was pleasantly surprised to see it on my Kindle yesterday, the day it was released. Of course, I started it while eating breakfast. Dee Henderson is a prime example of why I’m a serial reader and why I re-read her novels, not once but several times. I now have 12 of her novels – all of the O’Malleys and the Uncommon Heroes series and this one. So it was a delight to see how she tied all of these novels together. I LOVED it. A fictional novel of fictional characters who have fictional novels written about their lives! I liked reading about previous characters and the fringes of their lives, and how they continue to interact with each other. Six degrees of separation! It’s a hard thing to finish any book and realize I’m not privy to how their lives will continue. I KNOW it’s fiction, but for a short while, they are my neighbors, friends and co-workers, allowing me a brief window into their lives. It’s a joy to see they live on, somewhere.
Paul Falcon, an FBI agent, and Ann Silver, a cop, who just also happens to be a Midwest Homicide Investigator (and doesn’t THAT just ring my bells!), who get involved professionally and personally over a series of homicides. Both, it turns out, are believers in Christ, both have very personal relationships with God, and both use that relationship with God to guide them in their lives.
This is a good read, either as part of the two previous series or as a stand-alone novel. It’s wonderfully told with the message of a personal relationship with God woven throughout. I’m surprised to find out it’s been several (5?) years since Ms. Henderson’s last piece of work, but I sincerely hope she continues this story with more of the O’Malley and Falcon families. Now, I find I’ve got to go back and re-read all 12 of them again, in order and soon!
And it’s been a good start already with well-wishes from friends through snail-mail cards, email and Facebook posts! After all, you turn 60 only once in your life, so MAKE IT COUNT!
I started celebrating Friday, (of course since it’s the official weekend starter-upper) with a box of two dozen beautifully decorated cookies sent by my Memphis sister, from a wonderful bakery in Germantown, Tennessee – Karen’s Cookies and Cupcakes – YUMMY!! We’ll be noshing on those for a while – especially today. I also received a gift card to one of my FAV book stores.
Then, Friday afternoon, a huge box appeared magically on my front porch. The thing looked like a coffin turned on its side. Well, that’s the first thought that went through my mind. But we wrestled the box inside. Surprisingly, it was rather lightweight. And inside is…..a beautiful acoustic Yamaha guitar! Oh. My. Word. My parents had given me one many, many years ago, and I had attempted to learn it when I was much younger. But, I had finally given up and given it away – you know how it is – life got in the way. It was probably my one regret, that I hadn’t stuck it out. So, now I have a second chance to learn a beautiful instrument. Thank you to my wonderful sisters and brothers-in-law (AND nieces!).
Now, we’re heading out for morning service and then my wonderful husband is taking me out for dinner ( right across from my FAV book store!) and then home for dessert (cookies and ice cream, of course!!)
So, as a birthday present to me from you, y’all have a wonderful day!!!
With all the reading I do, my husband wants to know if I have a book “inside of me”. Heck, no! I’m a reader, not a writer and I don’t aspire to be one. Bloggging is hard enough. So what’s a good reader to do when asked to review a book and comment on it? Hmmm. I need a good thesaurus, dictionary and synonym list. After all, how many ways can a gal say “I liked the book”?? I’ve been accused of giving away part of the plot without warning with a *spoiler alert* and that caused me untold grief. I hate to spoil anything for anyone. But, it’s a “catch 22” – darned if you do and darned if you don’t.
So what can I do? Well, I tried to read other reviews on the books I had read to see if there was a commonality amongst the reviewers. I love to read their reviews – but I run into the same problem – verbalizing the likes or dislikes of a particular book, and making it interesting enough to catch a potential reader/buyer’s attention. I didn’t like doing book reports or oral reviews in high school or college and it’s no different here. I could quote the flyleaf or publisher’s review, but those aren’t my words and paraphrasing is hard work for me. Why can’t I just say I like the style of writing, I like the characters, I like the storyline. Or, I didn’t like the style, characters or storyline. I’d rather say I liked or didn’t like the book, recommend it or not, and move on. Why is that not enough?
Well, that’s a no-brainer. I love to shop. So, when my husband is playing golf with his buddies I go shopping. And LET me tell you we have a shopping mecca down here – there’s Dollar Tree, Dollar General, Family Dollar…..
Seriously, I leave those stores to when my husband is available to shop with me since they are HIS favorite stores. Mine are those yummy book stores right down the street. Wooo, I’m in hog-heaven. So, in honor of Banned Books Week, I’m heading to BAM and B&N, to see what I can see. I have a shopping list (always), and I know I want hard-backs as opposed to the more affordable and less-durable paperbacks. That’s not to say I don’t buy paperbacks, because I do and I’ve bought my very fair share of e-books. But there’s just something about holding that beautiful hardback in my hand – it’s substantial and significant. I never thought I’d say this, but I want to collect those gorgeous Harry Potter books and since I haven’t read any of them, I think that’s where I’ll start.
Then, if there’s time, I’ll stop by my fav craft store to drool over the beautiful scrapbook papers. I used to be a scrapper and card-maker, but when we moved, I threw away a LOT of paper scraps. Now, I’ve started slowly getting back into the paper crafting I used to enjoy. No wonder I like books – what with all the paper they are made from!
Gotta run. I hear a book calling me…..
Stand for something. Otherwise, you’ll fall for anything.
In less than 45 days, we as a nation will be practicing our rights to vote in the national presidential election. No matter your political party, your vote counts. Stand for one or the other. But stand for something. And if you’re old enough to vote but haven’t registered, well WHY NOT??? It’s your RIGHT to vote!! Use it or lose it.
My husband took me to a yard sale today. It was held in one of those places that rent large storage bins by the month for folks to hold all the flotsam and jetsam of their well-ordered lives. Boy was I surprised. These aren’t the typical yard sales I remember growing up or going to estate sales on weekends looking for that rocker I couldn’t live without. These are full-blown retail outlets working out of these storage bins. They even had those cutesy signs hanging outside with huge industrial fans blowing so you couldn’t hear yourself think or hold a conversation with the owner. They were needed – those tin cans got hot inside. It was fun seeing some very old things like the old Coca-Cola cold soda machine from the 50s, so very similar to the one my grandparents had in their little mom-and-pop store in Chattanooga. It was heartbreaking to see the tiny bits and pieces of glassware and jewelry they were trying to sell, because my life is cluttered just like theirs, and I wonder what I would do with all my treasures.
I should have taken pictures, but I somehow don’t think the store owners would have appreciated it. It’s hard to put into words what seeing all this stuff did to me. I don’t need any more dishes or crockery or knickknacks or furniture or clothes. Now, books. Whole nother story. When my husband pointed out a slew of books on the back table in one of the booths, of course I checked it out. In fact the sales lady and I got so involved in our conversation that my husband interrupted, saying call me when you’re free, I’ll be in the next aisle. I bought 3 books.
All this made me think what the purpose of these storage areas has accomplished. There must be thousands of them strung across America, helping us organize and re-organize our lives. I know when my grandmother passed away, my youngest sister stored some of Granny’s furniture in a storage bin, until she could either sell it or assimilate the pieces into her home. When we moved south from West Virginia, we used one for a short time until my husband could build another shed on our lot to hold the things we thought we needed to make our house a home. Now his shed is built and we’ve emptied our storage bin. But all the stuff that was in the storage bin is now in smaller totes, and still in a storage bin (his shed). We walk out there occasionally, stare at them and wonder what’s in them, saying one of these days, we’ve got to clean them out. There’s just something wrong with this picture. I know I’ve got too much stuff, but I’m just not gonna rent one of those storage bins and sit there and try to sell my stuff. No, I’ll just leave it all for my grandchildren to sort through.
This morning is the perfect example of why we relocated to very sunny, southern Alabama. It’s 66 degrees under that pretty blue sky we’ve come to expect for this area and the daytime temp should be in the low 80s with low humidity. Gorgeous. The cat’s even enjoying the screened porch, having been cooped up inside because of the smothering humidity and blistering highs of the past summer months. It’s lovely to open all the doors out to the porch and enjoy that cool breeze wafting through. We so enjoy these days. We read all the Facebook posts from our friends back north in Maryland, Virginia, Pennsylvania and West Virginia, touting the beautiful fall and crisp temps they are having, but we haven’t been living here long enough to get nostalgic about those places. After all, having lived in some of those places ourselves over the years, we’ve got lots of pictures we could pull out to refresh our own memories.
But, it’s really winter that brought us down here. My husband simply got tired of shoveling snow at our home in West Virginia. So, we sold the house and moved south, me anticipating living closer to family in Tennessee and he looking toward the beaches. Well, we overshot my mark and ended up fifteen miles from the beautiful Gulf of Mexico. I don’t regret it one bit. I found out those highways that brought us down here, take us back north just as easily.
We might not get those beautiful fall colors down here, but we compensate for them by the much more temperate climate. And that was the significant draw for us. We still anticipate those cold spells – I still have my heavy parka – but we know those spells will be shorter. So, Happy Fall, Y’all, wherever you are!