I saved $$$

by borrowing

books

from

the

Seguin-Guadalupe County Library

Together Hubby and I have saved $5,724 in 2012!

And YOU can save money, too.

Visit your local library and feast on books.

An aside: a couple of years ago I went through my books and donated more than 36 bags of books to my local library.  Recently I was looking for Francis Schaeffer’s How Should We Then Live – spent two days searching every shelf – then realized: “Oh!  I donated that to the Seguin library.”

No problem.  Request the book and check it out. What a deal!

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reading is everything

Nora Ephron wrote:

“Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter…. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.”

always have a book handy!

Quote of the Day

Jesus fascinates millions, but Christianity, the religion that began with Jesus, leaves countless people cold.
– Diana Butler Bass, A People’s History of Christianity

how to pay for books

I can’t believe

I didn’t discover Doug Marlette until now.

His novel Magic Time is  fascinating and not only is it difficult to put down, throughout the day I continually think about the pages I’ve read, anxious to get back to the book.  The man can write!  I was saddened to learn that he was killed in a single car accident in 2007.  Pat Conroy said “You know, there’s a couple of family members I’d rather have lost instead of Doug. And he would have laughed at that. This has been a shock of all shocks.”

Marlette started his cartooning career in 1972 at The Charlotte Observer, and most recently was on staff at the Tulsa World. He won the Pulitzer prize in 1988 for his work at The Observer and the Atlanta Constitution, the same year the Observer won the Pulitzer’s public service award for its work detailing the misuse of funds by Jim Bakker’s PTL television ministry.

At the time of the Pulitzer, Marlette said his biting approach could be traced in part to “a grandmother bayoneted by a guardsman during a mill strike in the Carolinas. There are some rebellious genes floating around in me.”

source: Doug Marlette Obituary article

“Ease up on yourselves. Have some compassion for yourself as well as for others. There’s no such thing as perfection, and life is not a race.” – Doug Marlette, commencement address at Wesleyan University, 2005.

Author interview after publication of The Bridge:

I am writing a novel set in New York and Mississippi in the 1990’s and in the 1960’s civil rights era. The protagonist, Carter Ransom, is a newspaper reporter. As a young white Southerner in the South, Carter gets swept up in the movement for social justice through his friendship with the son of his family’s housekeeper. Along the way he falls in love with a beautiful Jewish girl who came south to help register voters, setting him in conflict with his father, his family and his community.

Snippet from Magic Time:

The day before Katharine Ransom died of cancer, Mitchell had been sitting next to her wheelchair in front of the window, watching the birds with her for what turned out to be her last time.  An eastern grosbeak flitted down to dine on some millet.  The grosbeak was unusual for that part of the world, Katharine explained, and she had never seen one in the yard before.  Mitchell would later describe how he had witnessed the light flare down deep in her exhausted, hollowed-out eyes, and he cherished her delight in her fine new bird species.  At five o’clock the next morning she died in her bed, with him lying awake beside her in the dark, holding her hand.  An hour later, hospice arrived.  Carter, who had flown down from Washington that weekend, sat with his father at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and staring out the window.  As the sun came up and the first light illuminated the backyard, the two of them beckoned Sally to come see an entire flock of eastern grosbeaks flurry down upon the feeders, as if on cue.  it was six o’clock in the morning, exactly one hour after she died.  Mitchell, who was not an especially religious man, would see these rare, wayfaring birds as conveyors of his wife’s spirit.  Staring out the window, he shed tears for the first time since she had been diagnosed with leukemia less than a year earlier.

We are all children in various stages of growing up.
– Doug Marlette

who could have imagined . . . ?

The book reader of the future April 1935 issue of Everyday Science

we slip

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another’s skin, another’s voice, another’s soul.

— Joyce Carol Oates

my Book Wish List

has become unmanageable.

 

My Amazon.com Wish List now numbers 87 pages.

Never – no way – no how — will I ever purchase all of those books, much less read them.

I don’t have that many years left for anything – much less reading.

UNLESS, I put aside everything else – and read. Read!

Now, that’s a thought . . .

lose yourself in a book

A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face.  It is one of the few havens remaining where a man’s mind can get both provocation and privacy.  ~Edward P. Morgan

with increasing boldness

The world you see undulates with many parallel troughs–a million mental alleys.  Every new day, you throw your marbles out of your mind and let your feet and arms and shoulders follow, and soon some marbles nestle loudly into the grooves and run along with authority and precision, directed by you, with increasing boldness.

Each marble is a whole little round version of you.  Like the suns.

In the groove.

– One Day I Will Write About This Place by Binyavanga Wainaina

the Empress

page 302

In 1762, the Russian population of roughly twenty million consisted of hierarchal layers: the sovereign, the nobility, the church, merchants and townspeople, and, at the base, up to ten million peasants.  some of the peasants were partially free; a few completely; most not at all.  Serfs were peasants in permanent bondage to land owned by the crown, the state, the church, private owners–almost all in the nobility–[or to a variety of industrial and mining enterprises.  According to a census taken between 1762 and 1764, the crown owned five hundred thousand serfs who worked on land owned by the ruler and his or her family.  Two million eight hundred thousand serfs were classified as state peasants, owned by the state and living on land or in villages belonging to the state but allowed to meet their obligations by paying money or labor dues to the state.    One million had been the property of the Orthodox Church; these were the serfs Catherine had taken from the church and transferred to the state.  The largest number of Russian serfs–five and a half million, or 56 percent of the total–belonged to members of the nobility.  All Russian noblemen were entitled by law to own serfs.  A handful of these nobles were extraordinarily rich (a few owned thousands of serfs), but the vast majority were small squires owning land that required fewer than a hundred–sometimes fewer than twenty–workers to farm.  Finally, there was a fourth category of unfree labor, the industrial serfs, working in the mines and foundries of the Urals.  They did not belong to the owners or the managers of these enterprises; they were the property of the mines or foundries.

page 303:

Sales of talented serfs often took place in cities where their skills were extolled by advertisements in the Moscow News or the St. Petersburg Gazette:

For sale, a barber and also four bedposts and other pieces of furniture.  For sale, two banqueting cloths and likewise two young girls trained in service and one peasant woman.  For sale: a girl of sixteen, of good behavior, and a ceremonial carriage, hardly used.  For sale: a girl of sixteen trained in lace-making, able to sew linen, iron, and starch and dress her mistress in addition to have a pretty face and being well formed.

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