Sunday, November 09, 2025
Wednesday, May 24, 2023
What kind of reading challenges that I can get into?
What kind of reading challenges that I can get into?
I have been inspired by goodreads and their bulletin boards.
I am inspired by the books that sit on the display shelves for ages and don't get loved. Why?
Wednesday, May 17, 2023
Another middle of the night
Yay for the middle of the night ... Wanting to express my love for being able express my reading experiences. The book I am reading is currently sitting in the dark beside me but more will be created tomorrow
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Quite a number of years later... I found this blog very useful. I thought I had a read another copy of a book in my pile ... and I was right. Blogs are no longer considered cool but having this database to work with from another part of the world - makes me smile.
The book in question is Split second by David Baldacci. I remember reading this in the middle of the night in Gatlinburg NC when I couldn't sleep.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Random piece from The outsiders
"I have. And if you had the sense of a billy goat you'd try to help around the place instead of bumming around."
"Shoot, kid, if I ever did that your mom would die of shock."
I liked Two-Bit's mother. She had the same good humour and easygoing ways that he did. She wasn't lazy like him, but she him get away with murder.
-- S.E. Hinton
[my comment.. I prefer to read, stitch, write, over housework]
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Wednesday night quote
Restoring Grace by Katie Fforde
I know perfectly well why Dad left Mum - she's a cow! But for a while she was at least a mother. Now she's in lurve she doesn't give a toss!
Saturday, December 05, 2009
the magician of hoad, by margaret mahy, c. 2008 -- book loaned by my margaret
porch swings and picket fences, by various, c. 1999 -- wcl
the summerhouse, by allison prince, c. 2004 -- wcl teens
allsorts 4, by anne thwaite, c. 1971 -- edwin bc
now, in september, by meg hudson, c. 1984 -- orewa trademe bc7665203
a wrongful death, by kate wilhelm, c. 2007 -- lcl request - seen on a book website somewhere
Monday, November 23, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
george's marvelous medicine, by roald dahl, c. 1981 - wcl, now ak is reading this one
book of clouds, by chloe aridis, c. 2009 - new book, ecl copy
on-my-biblio-pleasures#916086
ah the joys of choosing from returned today shelves at the library; ran into wml before going to petone beach with mrl. i want to check in here with my addiction in the effort to reduce the number of pages stacking up in the house.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Mr Robbie's the sort of guy who loves somewhere way down in his middle. "Not everyone loves close to the surface, Rose," Mum says when I complain about the way he treats Dave. I reckon he'd have to dig pretty deep to find where Mr Robbie keeps his love. p48
Mum used to read me stories of beautiful places. "You'll go there one day, Rosie," she said. Those places filled my dreams. But Mum's too tired for books now. p17
Rosie gasped and whirled round. There stood a little boy, grinning.
"But .... where did you come from?" asked the Princess. "Where do you live?"
"Oh, I live in your head," said the boy. "You just never noticed me before. I can come out and play whenever you like." p76
Then on the third day, the Princess took the old lady's arm and led her into the palace, where the King, after a particularly close encounter with a prickly bush, was having thorns removed from his royal bottom. p64
next-book#706248
chasing charlie duskin, by cath crowley, c. 2005 wcl teens
Monday, November 16, 2009
When I review the information I've got on Sylvia's childhood I can't help marvelling at how lucky I am that my informants come from a family that madea religion out of storytelling. The importance of their stories lies not so much in their objective truth (though many can be independently verified), as in the fact they provided emotional and spiritual sustenance to this beleaguered family. p102
I told Julia Faed that one elderly teacher I'd met had said that Keith Henderson was boring, but all the others had said he was a saint. She observed, "You can't be a saint and be interesting. If you're interesting someone's bound to dislike you, but if you're dull and innocuous people will say you're good." p78
Sunday, November 15, 2009
"Sometimes it's easier to believe other people instead of listening to what you hope for," he says. p301
Now that school is over, the lull between exams and the start of summer plans gives Ben and me a few days to spend time together as we used to. We play cards, listen to music, and look through Ben's collection of industrial design books. We've never read any of them closely, but the diagrams of vacuum cleaners and the inside of early computers are pretty cool.
Ben's father came across these books on a business trip to Jakarta, where they're printed for an architecture firm. Mr. Greene is a structural engineer and his company does a lot of consulting in Indonesia. During eighth greade, these books seemed like a passport to heaven. Ben and I had this idea that if we could understand those first drafts of good inventions, we'd train our minds to come up with our own brilliant designs. p177
just-randomly-chosen#770730
who is sylvia? the diary of a biography of Sylvia Ashton-Warner, by Lynley Hood, c. 1990 ECL res
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
No one asked him to stay, but no one seemed to expect him to go either and it was comfortable. He slept deep black sleeps and nothing woke him but the morning. The days were spent hunting and talking and fixing things, even if it was just a hole in a bucket or a blocked pipe, there was some satisfaction in it that he hadn't known before. Out the front of the house was a jungle of metal and scrap. You could pick up a piece, sit in the dirt with a drink and make things - a chair out of old fence and chicken wire, a bin out of insulated pipe. Sometimes useless things, a family of logs, each one with a different expression, wearing funnels and rusted colanders for hats, nails for eyes, scraps of oil-stained cloth for clothes. Leon cut a person out of a tin can, yellow with sharp fingernails, a ring pull for an empty head. p275
[in outback of australia, a group of vietnam vets hanging together]
At the door she turned back. "I like omelettes with capsicum in it." p142
[not stunning, but sounds good]
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Sunday, November 08, 2009
With crippled determination he placed the following objects on the daybed beside us: an ear of corn, a wad of animal fat, some seeds, a crystal, a coin of silver and gold, a small book made of silver and gold paper, some seashells, a sponge, several marzipan candles, a piece of llama fetus (as I later learned), and a condor feather. He then sprinkled sugar over everything, on top of which he splashed some anisette liqueur. [skip]
Benito waved my words away as, one by one, he lifted each of his displayed objects and meditated on them separately.
Esther whispered to me: "He told me they each represent an element of life at Machu Pichu which must be respected and recognised." p280
... and I'm real sorry that you don't love yourself enough to follow through and do it. p184
by Shirley Maclaine bc 760 2418
Monday, November 02, 2009
[wcl hotpick]
Solomon let it [silence] sit for a long moment, then quietly said, "In closing, I should warn you that unveiling the truth is never easy. Throughout history, every period of enlightenment has been occupied by darkness, pushing in opposition. Such are the laws of nature and balance. And if we look at the darkness growing in the world today, we have to realize that this means there is an equal light growing. We are on the verge of a truly great period of illumination, and all of us - all of you - are profoundly blessed to be living through this pivotal moment of history. Of all the people who have ever lived, in all the eras in history ... we are in that narrow window of time during which we will bear witness to our ultimate resistance. After millenia of darkness, we will see our sciences, our minds, and even our religions unveil the truth." p403
"Not a death symbol, as most assume," Langdon said. "The scythe is actually a symbol of the transformative nourishment of nature - the reaping of nature's gifts." p156
book by Dan Brown