Tuesday, June 30, 2015

First chapter first paragraph intro Tuesday.

my grandmother asked me to tell you she's sorry by Fredrik Backman

Every seven year old deserves a superhero. That's just how it is. Anyone who doesn't agree needs their head examined.
That's what Elsa's granny says, at least.
 Elsa is seven, going on eight. She knows she isn't especially good at being seven. She knows she's different. Her headmaster says she needs to "fall into line" in order to achieve "a better fit with her peers." Other adults describe her as "very grown-up for her age." Elsa knows this is just another way of saying "massively annoying for her age," because they only tend to say this when she corrects the for mispronouncing "de'ja' vu" or not being able to tell the difference between "me" and "I" at the end of a sentence. Smart-asses usually can't, hence the "grown-up for her age" comment, generally said with a stained smile at her parents. As if she has a mental impairment, as if Elsa hasshown them up by not being totally thick just because she's seven. And that's why she doesn't have any friends except Granny. Because all the other seven-year-olds tend to be, but Elsa is different.

I want to read this, would you? I loved A Man Called Ove by this author so I am looking forward.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

First chapter, first paragraph...

Tuesday Intro-The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

An unexpected party
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort.

Should I continue reading? My nine year old grand daughter is highly recommending
this book...

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

First Chapter, first paragraph...

Tuesday Intros-Driftless by David Rhodes

The morning ripened slowly. Ten o'clock felt like noon. July Montgomery cut open a sack of ground feed and poured it into the cement trough. He looked out of the barn window into his hay field, where  low-lying fog stole silently out of the ground, filling space with milky distance. Beyond the fence, the tops of maple, oak, and hickory formed a lumpy, embroidered edge against infinity.

I will read this book. This paragraph brought me right back to my life on the farm...

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

When I'm Sixty Four...

Pic#29-With help from my grand V, I am included on a Beatles cover, see gold lame' girl,
Tokyo cherry blossoms and Eiffel Tower. 
This is it. My 64th birthday. Singing along with the Beatles to When I'm Sixty Four is something I planned on since I was sixteen. So, check!

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros...

                                                            Mr. Fox by Helen Oyeyemi

Mary Fox came by the other day---the last person on earth I was expecting to see. I'd have tidied up
if I'd known she was coming. I'd have combed my hair. I'd have shaved. At least I was wearing a suit;
I strive for a sense of professionalism. I was sitting in my study, writing badly, just making words on the page, waiting for something to come through, some sentence I could keep. It was taking longer
that day than it usually did, but I didn't mind. The windows were open. I was sort of listening to something  by Glazunov; there's a symphony of his you can't listen to with the windows closed, you just can't. Well, I guess I could, but you'd get agitated and run at the walls. Maybe that's just me.

I want to read this. This first paragraph is just how I roll. I am never prepared for a surprise visit. I am still in my p.j's and my house needs to be picked up everyday.
This is Pic#28 posted this month in anticipation of my 64th birthday tomorrow. I know, really? I am so surprised I get to this day every year. I am sending 63 out with a bang. With as much of a bang as an aging couch potato can muster...

Monday, April 27, 2015

Two more days...

                                          Pic#27-Sunflower baby

Well, in two days it will be my sixty fourth birthday. I am so fascinated by the process of aging. It just happens. Days fly by. It does not matter if you are busy or not. Time marches on. Getting older really makes me think about my life. The people I care about. The books I need to read. What questions do I  
need  to ask myself? What gift do I want from my hubby? He keeps asking. He always does something special for me. I can't think of anything I need. I am working on it.

I love this quote from Eleanor Roosevelt--Today is the oldest you've ever been, and the youngest you'll ever be again. 
Mark Twain--Wrinkles should merely indicate where the smiles have been.
One more by Aldous Huxley. I love his name.--The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age.

I feel like I have to be careful not to waste the time I have left in my life but then I think wasting time has always been one of my favorite things to do.--Me

I finished Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. I know it is YA but this writer just draws me in to the emotion her characters are experiencing. I am listening to The Book of Life. So good!

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Miss Teen Upper Peninsula...

                                               Pic#25-My great niece was crowned today!

A few more questions:
1. What was your favorite movie as a kid? Ride the Wild Surf with  Fabien, Old Yeller almost killed 
2. What music do you like listening to? I love listening to an XM station called 60s on 6. The music 
      of my youth. The Beatles, Frankie Valley, The Righteous Brothers. I know all the words!
3. What is the one thing you will never do again? Ride a roller coaster. I did it once. I was sick for the 
     rest of the day. Never again.

I started reading Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. I know it's YA but I am loving it. RR's writing sucks me in. I missed Outlander tonight. The pageant in Marquette with the girls instead.