Books I have recently finished ...
Her Dream Come True by Donna Clayton, c. 1999
In My Mother's House by Margaret McMullan, c. 2003
Getting Married Agsin by Melinda Curtis, c. 2004
Brimstone by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child, c. 2004
The Summer I Dared by Barbara Delinsky, c. 2004
Reckless Dreamer by Dion Alden, c. 1985
Isle of Palms by Dorothea Benton Frank, c. 2003
Everlasting Love by Linda Howard et al, c. 1995
The Mediterranean Tycoon by Margaret Mayo, c. 2002
Not Looking For A Texas Man by Lass Small, c. 1995
Table For Two by Nora Roberts, c. 2002
Home, Where the Wild Roses Grow by Margaret Gadd Fowlkes, c. 2002
A Question of Murder by Eric Wright, c. 1988
A Joyous Season by Fern Michaels et al, c. 1996
Saville by David Storey, c. 1976
The Stories of Eva Luna by Isabel Allende, c. 1989
Nights of Rain and Stars by Maeve Binchy, c. 2004
Take Me by Cherry Adair, c. 2002
The Borrowed Ring by Gina Wilkins, c. 2005
Dirty Blonde by Lisa Scottoline, c. 2006
The Owl & Moon Cafe by Jo-Ann Mapson, c. 2006
One True Thing by Anna Quindlen, c. 1994
Rogue's Reform by Marilyn Pappano, c. 2000
A Familiar Feeling by Margaret Barker, c. 1999
Truth or Consequences by Diana Duncan, c. 2005
24-Karat Kids by Judy Goldstein & Sebastian Stuart, c. 2006
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
I collect quotes as I read. Sometimes they are enlightening, sometimes cliche, but hey it works for me ... The quote is not necessarily the best in the book, but happens to be close where I stopped reading at night.
Passages ...
April 28th to May 27th, 2007
May 6th, 2007
"... We were caught in lots of storms. Weather forecasting wasn't as good then. Storms could come on you out of the blue. We didn't talk about it, because we knew what we faced, and what we faced was not knowing. The sea has a mind of its own. I don't care what pictures satellites beam down, it can be different under those clouds. My guess is we're in for another eight hours of this. Could be more, could be less."
"What do we do until then?"
"If we start talking on water, we bail. If we broach, we pray."
"Broach?"
"Turn sideways. That's risky." p440
"The Summer I Dared," by Barbara Delinksy, c. 2004
May 5th, 2007
"Come on, Dad," Julia coaxed as she had so many other times. "She has to be autocratic at work, that's how she succeeds. She just has trouble turning it off." p342
[I chose this passage as a reminder to me]
"The Summer I Dared," by Barbara Delinksy, c. 2004
May 4th, 2007
When Ian spotted him, the grin died - and still Noah's pride remained. Ian was a young man with a savvy way about him. When Noah had been seventeen, he hadn't had that way about him. Kids nowadays grew up faster. Or maybe it was that kids on the mainland grew up faster.
"Hey," Noah called as he strode forward. He put out a hand to shake, but when Ian's met it, Noah impulsively drew him into a hug. It wasn't a smooth thing, and Ian's stiffness didn't help. He actually looked annoyed when Noah set him back.
But Noah wasn't sorry for the hug, not for a minute. He hadn't planned it, didn't even know he'd needed it. In lieu of words though, it said something. Ian was his son, flesh of his flesh. That fact demanded acknowledgement. No, he wasn't apologizing for the hug. p291
[at airport]
"The Summer I Dared," by Barbara Delinksy, c. 2004
May 3rd, 2007
By the time Noah let himself into the house, he was feeling disgruntled. Given his druthers, he'd have stayed awhile on the boat. That was where he felt most calm. Here in the house, there were ghosts. It didn't help that the place was dark, but he didn't see the point in raising the shades, when he was gone so much of the time. Besides, if he let the light in, he'd see the emptiness. It was a trade-off, emptiness for ghosts. p 182
[a reminder to me that we all can make choices]
"The Summer I Dared," by Barbara Delinksy, c. 2004
May 2nd, 2007
The temperature's just right - never too hot which would spell death for an Angora carrying this kind of fur. Angora wool is seven times warmer than lambs' wool. Anything over seventy-five and they start panting. Forty-five to fifty-five degrees is perfect for them. Once in a great while, in the dead of winter, we have to hook up supplementary heaters, but the walls of the barn deflect the wind, and the air coming off the ocean is always more moderate than it is on land. The screens here provide the kind of cross ventilation the rabbits need. Give them shade and a breeze, and they're great. p61
"The Summer I Dared," by Barbara Delinksy, c. 2004
[books are a gateway to learning]
May 1st, 2007
"They got up from the table. Alison kissed her mother goodnight and went to her room under the eaves, where she could hear the rain falling on the roof and had the comfort of a good New England storm to remind her who she was and where she was from." p226
[why this quote? it reminds of the times I read in bed with the noise of rain on a tin roof above. bliss!]
"Reckless Dreamer," by Dion Alden, c. 1985
April 30th, 2007
"She picked 'Our Town', though she wasn't sure why. Was it the New Englander's homesickness, a longing for some scent of pine and lilac in the middle of diesel and mimosa? Or was it because she missed her father, thought about him a lot, and was losing touch with him? p113
"Reckless Dreamer," by Dion Alden, c. 1985
April 29th, 2007
"Baby," her father had cautioned her, "never take anything for granted. Not this day, nor the way we live, not our love for each other. Happiness is not just given. It is earned." p53
"Reckless Dreamer," by Dion Alden, c. 1985
Passages ...
April 28th to May 27th, 2007
May 6th, 2007
"... We were caught in lots of storms. Weather forecasting wasn't as good then. Storms could come on you out of the blue. We didn't talk about it, because we knew what we faced, and what we faced was not knowing. The sea has a mind of its own. I don't care what pictures satellites beam down, it can be different under those clouds. My guess is we're in for another eight hours of this. Could be more, could be less."
"What do we do until then?"
"If we start talking on water, we bail. If we broach, we pray."
"Broach?"
"Turn sideways. That's risky." p440
"The Summer I Dared," by Barbara Delinksy, c. 2004
May 5th, 2007
"Come on, Dad," Julia coaxed as she had so many other times. "She has to be autocratic at work, that's how she succeeds. She just has trouble turning it off." p342
[I chose this passage as a reminder to me]
"The Summer I Dared," by Barbara Delinksy, c. 2004
May 4th, 2007
When Ian spotted him, the grin died - and still Noah's pride remained. Ian was a young man with a savvy way about him. When Noah had been seventeen, he hadn't had that way about him. Kids nowadays grew up faster. Or maybe it was that kids on the mainland grew up faster.
"Hey," Noah called as he strode forward. He put out a hand to shake, but when Ian's met it, Noah impulsively drew him into a hug. It wasn't a smooth thing, and Ian's stiffness didn't help. He actually looked annoyed when Noah set him back.
But Noah wasn't sorry for the hug, not for a minute. He hadn't planned it, didn't even know he'd needed it. In lieu of words though, it said something. Ian was his son, flesh of his flesh. That fact demanded acknowledgement. No, he wasn't apologizing for the hug. p291
[at airport]
"The Summer I Dared," by Barbara Delinksy, c. 2004
May 3rd, 2007
By the time Noah let himself into the house, he was feeling disgruntled. Given his druthers, he'd have stayed awhile on the boat. That was where he felt most calm. Here in the house, there were ghosts. It didn't help that the place was dark, but he didn't see the point in raising the shades, when he was gone so much of the time. Besides, if he let the light in, he'd see the emptiness. It was a trade-off, emptiness for ghosts. p 182
[a reminder to me that we all can make choices]
"The Summer I Dared," by Barbara Delinksy, c. 2004
May 2nd, 2007
The temperature's just right - never too hot which would spell death for an Angora carrying this kind of fur. Angora wool is seven times warmer than lambs' wool. Anything over seventy-five and they start panting. Forty-five to fifty-five degrees is perfect for them. Once in a great while, in the dead of winter, we have to hook up supplementary heaters, but the walls of the barn deflect the wind, and the air coming off the ocean is always more moderate than it is on land. The screens here provide the kind of cross ventilation the rabbits need. Give them shade and a breeze, and they're great. p61
"The Summer I Dared," by Barbara Delinksy, c. 2004
[books are a gateway to learning]
May 1st, 2007
"They got up from the table. Alison kissed her mother goodnight and went to her room under the eaves, where she could hear the rain falling on the roof and had the comfort of a good New England storm to remind her who she was and where she was from." p226
[why this quote? it reminds of the times I read in bed with the noise of rain on a tin roof above. bliss!]
"Reckless Dreamer," by Dion Alden, c. 1985
April 30th, 2007
"She picked 'Our Town', though she wasn't sure why. Was it the New Englander's homesickness, a longing for some scent of pine and lilac in the middle of diesel and mimosa? Or was it because she missed her father, thought about him a lot, and was losing touch with him? p113
"Reckless Dreamer," by Dion Alden, c. 1985
April 29th, 2007
"Baby," her father had cautioned her, "never take anything for granted. Not this day, nor the way we live, not our love for each other. Happiness is not just given. It is earned." p53
"Reckless Dreamer," by Dion Alden, c. 1985
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