Losing it …

As you may have noticed (or maybe not), I am trying desperately to steer clear of writing about U.S. politics. Aside from the fact that it’s stressful and aggravating, there doesn’t seem to be any point to it. It changes nothing.

Hence all my recent trips down memory lane.

Sadly, though, even if I am trying my best to remain silent on the subject, no one else is.

There doesn’t seem to be any escaping “45”, his (insert swear word here) family, his cronies, his partners in crime, his sycophants, his tweets and  Continue reading

I never knew I had such discipline …

You’ve heard me say time and again that I love reading and I love books. And I love having books stubbornaround. It gives me pleasure just to see them, let alone to hold them and feel their weight in my hand. To smell the ink. To feel the texture of the paper.

The sight of bookcases filled to overflowing is comforting to me. So are tables piled high with them.

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Sometimes I’m a mystery even to myself …

How weird is this? Right in the middle of walking to meet a friend for coffee a book title popped into myShangri-La head. James Hilton’s Lost Horizon.

Out of nowhere. Why? That’s my question to you.

Why?

I first read Lost Horizon back in grade school. Don’t make me tell you how long ago that was. In those days, we were given a required reading list at the very beginning of the school year. And each time we finished a book we had to Continue reading

Thanks (again).

Canadian Thanksgiving was this past weekend.  And considering how, for the past two weeks, I’ve been talking about what I’m pumpkin piegrateful for, I figured this was the perfect time to continue that particular conversation.  And then I’ll give it a rest, I promise.  Which you’ll be thankful for, I know.

Right off the top, I’m grateful for my sense of humour.  There’s all kinds of shit going on just about every place you can find on a map — not to mention  the crap we all put up with in our own lives — so being able to find Continue reading

Blown away …

FI haven’t been to a library in years.  Yes, I know.  Shame on me.  I used to go and then I stopped.  Why, libraryexactly, I do not know.  Crazy when you consider how much I love to read; and the cost of books.  Anyway.

A friend of mine is an absolute devotee.  She is always either coming from or going to the library.  And recently she told me that now, at least here in Toronto, you can download books.  Who knew?

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It’s actually a bit spooky …

It seems I’ve got supernatural powers.  Well, not across the board.  I do have my limitations.  But I seem to be able to supernatural powersconjure people.  People who magically appear (or re-appear) into my life after long absences.  It’s nothing new, actually.  I’ve done it for years — never intentionally, mind you.  It just happens.

Last month it happened twice, within days of each other.  Which is extraordinary in and of itself, don’t you think?

The first time freaked me out I don’t mind telling you.  I’m still talking to myself.  There’s a gal I’ve known most of my life — by which I mean, we first met when I was about eight or nine years old.  That’s most of your life, right?

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Day 263. Great Escape

Last December, Claire over at Word By Word reviewed “The Bridge Club”, Patricia Sands’ first book. Claire’s a fabulous reviewer and, the more I read, the more I the promise of provencewanted to read it. So, thanks to modern technology, it was downloaded and on my iPad in mere seconds.

It’s a book about a group of women and their friendship. A friendship they began as young women. Over the years the friendship grew stronger and stronger; and they became closer and closer. They were there for each other through thick and thin. Heartbreak and happiness, marriage, divorce and widowhood, sickness and health. The more they went through, the closer they became.

I loved the story because I saw my own friendships in it. I loved it, because the older I get, the more my friendships mean to me. The more I appreciate them. The more I count on them. And depend on them. I also loved it, because it takes place in Toronto, which I didn’t know when I bought it. So as I read, I visualized. I was there, with them. I could see exactly where they were, all the time.

The story was set here because the author, Patricia Sands, and her husband live here. And lo and behold, because she had read an exchange between Claire (Word By Word) and me, she (Patricia) decided to check out my blog. Happily she liked what she read and started following me. And one day, she commented we should meet for coffee. Which we did; and we talked and talked and talked. Like old friends. Like women do.

That’s when she told me she had another book, “The Promise of Provence”, coming out, in the not too distant future. She was at the

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Day 221. A Void

I realized something this morning.  But I have no idea what prompted the thought.  From the day I first learned to read, there’s never been a day when I haven’t had bookmy nose buried in a book.

Until recently.

Honestly, I don’t remember when the last time was, I curled up with a good book.  And got so involved in the story, I lost track of time.  Not wanting to put the book down, even for a minute, to go to the bathroom.

Or talk on the phone.  Or make a cup of tea.  Or have a snack.  Or eat dinner.  Or go to sleep.

My life has been filled with books I loved so much, I’d have to read them, cover to cover, in a day.  And all night, if necessary.  There have been hundreds of all-nighters, during my lifetime.

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Day 183. Both Actually

I had a meeting with a client yesterday afternoon.  Not long after I arrived something requiring his attention cropped up; and I had to wait for him.  Usually I have fence sittingmy computer with me.  In which case, I could have done some work.  But yesterday I didn’t.

Luckily, I had my iPhone; and I was able to pass the time reading a book.

Ironically the topic of yesterday’s Daily Post was about reading preferences:  eReading or paperback.  A poll was also included.  There were two choices.

  1. ebooks — you can get new books in a flash and bring multiple reads with you everywhere you go
  2. paperback — nothing beats opening up a brand new book or rummaging through a bookstore

In my case, it would have been ideal if there’d been a third choice:  Either, or, depending on the circumstances.   Continue reading

Day 40. Too Impatient?

I love books.  Always have, even as a child.  I love holding them, feeling their weight in my hands.  I love how they smell.  I love the texture of the paper.  I love turning the pages.  And mostly, I love seeing them around.  I have books everywhere.  In every room.  Stacked on every surface.  On the floor, on tables, on shelves, in bookcases.

When the first Kindle was introduced to the market, I swore I’d never buy one.  A friend of mine extolled its virtues from the get-go.  You could have thousands of books loaded and ready-to-read, right at your fingertips.  And how great would that be for vacations?  It was so lightweight; and again, how perfect is that when you’re travelling?  You could have it with you, all the time, in your handbag or briefcase; and you’d always have something to read.  Always.

All good and valid points.  But.  It just wouldn’t be the same as reading a book.  Not for me.  And for the longest time, I stuck to my guns.

Then iPad 1 was released.  This same friend bought one.  In fact a lot of people I know bought one; and they all loved, loved, loved them.  I was unmoved.  Mildly curious, but resolute.  Didn’t need one.  Wouldn’t read on it.  And while I admired all the other stuff it offered, between my MacBook Air and my iPhone I had it covered. Continue reading