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Good morning!  Today’s post will link up to Sunday Salon, The Sunday Post, and head over to  Bermudaonion for Mailbox Monday.

How did this past week skip by so quickly?  The best thing about it was how lost I got in some of my reading.


And then there was the blogging!



Serendipitous Tuesdays:  Intros/Teasers:  Mr. Monk Helps Himself

Thursday Sparks:  Borrowing?

Thursday Potpourri:  Book Drives, Review Books, & Movies

August Bookshelf Clearing:  Come on Down!

Friday Potpourri:  Book Beginnings & The Friday 56 – Is This Tomorrow

Sweet Saturday Sample:  A Great Escape

Review:  We Are Water, by Wally Lamb

Review:  MaddAddam, by Margaret Atwood

Review:  The Obituary Writer (e-book), by Ann Hood

Read:  Mr. Monk Helps Himself, by Ty Conrad (Review will be posted on 9/10 at Blog Tour Stop:  Rainy Days and Mondays)



No books came in the mail, but I downloaded two e-books to feed Sparky


What Maisie Knew (e-book), by Henry James


Strikingly modern in its subject and narrative voice, this 1897 novel centers on a child’s view of her parents’ bitter divorce. Maisie develops a precocious maturity as she observes the adults’ irresponsible and immoral behavior. Rather than a gloomy parable of innocence corrupted, the tale abounds in dark humor and savage wit.

Alterations (e-book), by Rita Plush


Author’s Note:  Many of these stories hark back more than fifty years, unwritten stories that lived in me the way stories do, as a bit of memory – a certain smell, the turn of a head, or the particular sound of a voice. Or, in the case of “Love, Mona,” in a quilted dime-store night table and a sleeping Mexican painted on a cupboard door.

My Brooklyn stories were told through the eyes of a child growing up with the rumble of the El along 86th Street, walking with her mother in her big-shouldered mouton coat, as she did her errands and talked with the shopkeepers. The walkup apartment house where she lived with her family, the damp steamy smell of the lobby where the metal taps on her shoes made a satisfying clicking sound as she ran up and down the marble steps. The seamstress in her apartment building, her friend’s father who seldom spoke, the people her parents knew, the relatives – her ear pressed to the wall, hearing talk that was not for her to hear – the people they spoke of in Yiddish so the child would not understand.

Decades later, they called to me, the memory of them morphing, changing, altering, becoming characters that were and were not them. And I kept writing about the loving and sometimes mysterious bonds of family. I dressed my characters, gave them habits and a particular way to speak, and put them down on the pages, wanting things they could not have, remembering things they wanted to forget. They mended and they sewed, they owned stores and boutiques, they jerry-made contraptions and carved dollhouse furniture. They dug in the dirt and planted tomatoes, they hunted for bear and did a jigsaw puzzle in a far off mountain cabin. Makers and fixers, they had the creative qualities derived from my parents and passed down to me.

Beginning with Frances, the young child grieving for her mother in “Love, Mona,” these stories come full circle to Rusty in “Feminine Products,” pregnant but unmarried, desperate to make a family for her unborn child. Family is a recurrent theme in my stories.


I picked the Henry James book after seeing the newly released DVD, What Maisie Knew, updated to the present day:


And that is my week!  What a ride!!  And now I am curious about your week…come on by and let’s chat.



    1. I recorded The View one day when Julianne Moore was on, and she talked about the movie. It didn’t come to our city, so I had to wait for the DVD. Worth watching. And I found the classic e-book free on Amazon! Thanks for visiting, Trish.


    1. I only accidentally heard about the movie (and book) after watching The View one day when Julianne Moore was on (the star of the movie). I see most of her movies, as I enjoy her talent. Thanks for visiting, Vicki, and have a great week.


  1. I haven’t heard of What Masie Knew, book or movie. I’ll grab the kindle version though. Someday I should get a chance to read it. If not there’s always the DVD.


      1. My girls and I name our cars 🙂 Younger daughter drives a 20 year old toyota named Goldie and I have a 14 year old station wagon named Evie. Too funny, huh?


      2. I do love naming cars…I started doing that before I named other things. I had a dark blue VW bug in the 70s that I called Alfie; I had a desert tan Nissan that I named Lizzie (reminded me of deserts & lizards); and my current car has a boring name: Rain Toy (It’s a Toyota, and I’m “Rain.”)

        I like your car named Goldie…really cute.


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