Sunday, November 30, 2008

kids-book#928412 My favorite thing (according to Alberta)

delightful colours ... it starts of as "Alberta is a girl of particular tastes ...."

my favorite page ... the page about loving orange

book that flips between horizontal and vertical - the way the words are put on the page

love this dedication "In memory of Rob Moss, who liked jazz, classical literature, beautiful women, and telling stories. I don't know what his favorite thing was - but I hope he's got a lot of it, now."

am going to read to Riverside kindy tomorrow.

Saturday, November 29, 2008


My favorite thing (according to Alberta), by Emily Jenkins, c. 2004, jpb, wcl
Geography, by Sophie Cunningham, c.2004, afi, wcl
A life at work, by Thomas Moore, c. 2008, 204.4, scl - returned to wcl
The new man, by Janice Kay Johnson, c. 2003, bc6759933
Going to the chapel, by Sharon Sala, Dixie Browning and Stella Bagwell, c. 2002, bc6725810
Great possessions, by Kate Alexander, c. 1989, bc6759937
quotes#171403 The Italian billionaire's secret love child

Charlotte automatically reached down and smoothed some of the dark curls back into position, "Okay. Now, you're sure you've got everything?"
"How sure?"
"Two thousand sure." They grinned at each other, enjoying this little game they had been playing before school since time immemorial, and then they were off. p28

Friday, November 28, 2008

quotes#349578 Instructions for living someone else's life

Because Chris's thought contained, like a grub in an apple, a question no one would ever want to be asked; one that it would be terrible to consider even if you weren't required to answer it. p207

The human spirit is a powerful, powerful thing, and there's very little that it can't achieve, if it's out of spite. p166

Thursday, November 27, 2008

quotes#014716 Cloud Busting [by Malorie Blackman, c. 2004]

I started writing poems for my own amusement long before I began to write stories. Nursery rhymes, playground songs and pop songs were as much a part of my life as breathing. I was reading at an early age, but this was a deliberate, though fun activity. Reading was something I had to be taught, something I had to sit down and do. Poetry was different. Poetry for me was in the way the branches of the trees danced in the wind, in the way snow fell to the ground bringing silence with it, in running water, in smiles, in music, in skipping songs, in insults, in chants - poetry was everywhere.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

quotes#855347 Heart and soul

She found herself looking up at the old buildings which had been there since the first Elizabeth was on the throne of England. She saw the lines waiting to go and see the Book of Kells. Imagine monks decorating that, nearly seven hundred pages of it, instead of getting on with things. But maybe they weren't doing anyone any harm. p420

"so should we get the Guards?" Fiona asked.
"She specficially asked Lidia not to make any fuss," Declan said.
"But she must have been so upset."
"I know, Fiona, but what's the point of asking your friends not to make a fuss if you can't trust them to do what you ask?" p377

Monday, November 24, 2008

kids-book#617855 Sunshine showers and four o'clock flowers

by Pauline Stewart and Nick Mayland, c. 2000 "This is a story about new beginnings and hope. The seeds and words which are sown today bear fruit tomorrow."
love the sentiment and illustrations
kids picture book

Saturday, November 22, 2008

quotes#538776 Heart and Soul

Vonni smiled at them with pleasure. Not everything worked out well. But some things did.
This was what she had to hold on to. p302
[not literary - but worth remembering]

When you have so much happiness yourself it seems meanspirited not to share it. p235

Wednesday, November 19, 2008


Heart and soul, by Maeve Binchy, c. 2008 - reserved - pcl copy
Instructions for living someone else's life, by Mil Millington, c. 2008 - reserved - pcl copy

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

quotes#927673 Come Fly With Me

But as a free spirit and a wanderer who needed to be alone more often than not, Alexandra hd soon found her own place. p21
[boarder. not literary but this piece reminded me that i need that self-time, too]

[as an aside .. i have seen 4 different chevy blazers today about town -- beasties]

Monday, November 17, 2008


lilley and chase 6725814
little earthquakes 6725812
going to the chapel 672581o
intensity 6725807

for my sanity.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

caught-my-eye #130876 Ice Queen by Alice Hoffman

Journal entry 1 by davemurray101 from newcastle, New South Wales Australia on Saturday, September 13, 2008
Be careful what you wish for. A small town librarian lives a quiet life without much excitement. One day, she mutters an idle wish and, while standing in her house, is struck by lightning.....

so have reserved it from the library.

Come fly with me, by Jill Shalvis, c. 2003 -- lcl, but returned to wcl
quotes#473592 One Red Paperclip

As soon as you believe there was someplace in the past where things were better than they were today, you won't operate at your full potential now. You are where you are, and if you aren't, it's probably a good idea to figure out how to get to yourself. p164

The grass isn't necessarily greener on the other side, but maybe it is. Listen to the advice of other people, but remember that we all see colour differently. What my be less green to someone else might be greener to you. p125

Thursday, November 13, 2008

quotes#057295 Ice Age

Nature has random kindnesses; she was unmistakably his. p206

The pace of life suited her. And it was beginning to suit Anthony, too. For the first time, he began to imagine that he could perhaps lead a real life away from London, a peaceful life with a peaceful rhythm. As he hacked, his mind turned vaguely towards projects - if there was any money left after the Riverside Scheme's final stand, he would stay in Yorkshire, he would dig and grow his own vegetables, he would let people like Molly and Tim hang around year in and year out, he would struggle no more to do, he would learn to be - and if there wasn't any money left, if he had to sell High Rock, he would get a job, in a school. He would teach. Why not? A country school. A school for the handicapped. Vague, idealistic notions drifted very pleasantly round his mind; fantasies of peace and virtue. He would opt out; surely, after the unpleasant experiences he had suffered during his attempts to opt in, he would have a right to make such a decision? And anyway, what was there wrong in a quiet life, digging one's own garden, being pleasant to those that need pleasantness. It would not have suited him when he was younger, but whyever should one's life show any consistency? p 172


One red paperclip, by Kyle MacDonald, c. 2007

Saturday, November 08, 2008

quotes#255493 Berlin Poplars

He took the old hand; the familiar, busy hand. All the things it had done, everywhere it had been, in wash buckets, around the food, on the knitting needles, among the fruit bushes behind the barn. He laid his cheek to it, and it felt the cold. The skin smelt a bit rank, like the smell you sometimes got under a watchstrap. p212
[of ill mother]

- he couldn't make the effort to remember what it was called - and they sang about birds, how their little broter had been a migrating bird, a summer visitor who suddenly flew away when it got too cold. People sobbed openly along the pews, blew their noses and dabbed their eyes with stiff, helpless moments. The aisle at the back of the church was packed with people. Three youngsters clutched each other. On the floor lay a much-trampled hymn sheet, sodden and grey. He longed to be alone in here; perhaps he would borrow the key from the verger one day soon, lock himself in and stay for a while, listening to the voices from the walls, without feeling ashamed of not believing in heaven or hell any more. p170
[funeral director]

Friday, November 07, 2008

quotes#675167 Berlin Poplars

He worked with a kind of warm and extended happiness within him. A happiness that occasionally made him catch his breath and pumped small jabs of adrenalin into his diaphragm. p40
[cliche but still good to remember]

The doctor had given the mother a sedative; the father didn't want one. It was a classic case; men tried to manage without, keep their heads clear, not break down or lose control. Instead, he paced the kitchen floor with his hands behind his back. Margido didn't envy him the night ahead. p15

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

quotes#589335 Baby come back

But Molly Meredith wasn't the type to collapse for long. Looking on the bright side was her religion. If God had sent her a plague of locusts, Molly would have decided they were good for greenfly. p216

In the end, given that it was another glorious summer's day, she chose white linen trousers and a loose, flowing white silk top with a deep V, plus wildly expensive white trainers that had as much relationship to real running shoes as a Jaguar car has to the furry thing you find in the jungle. p155

Saturday, November 01, 2008

quotes#112231 Six Pack Two

There was a tiny weatherboard house, a boat pulled up on the sand below it, and a long fishing line strung out on poles into the estuary. Beside the house, in a clearing striped with sunlight, the air warm and still and dusty, was a wooden picnic table, at which a fat woman was reading a book. A small boy in yellow togs decorated with skulls and crossbones waded out of the water and ran towards he, cannoning into her side; she dropped her book and pushed him away, saying in a lazy, good-natured voice, "Get off, you, you're soaking wet."
I watched them. The boy lay down under the long line and covered himself with sand. The woman went back to her book. I decided to walk past them along the shore. p84
[comment: not literary but i like the scene]

"... mother," Kathy says, the next night when Tim phones. Two hours, twelve minutes. They are both going to have an early night. While they sleep the well of their conversation fills up again. p59