What We’re Reading
I can’t remember not knowing how to read. But I have proof positive that I had to learn to write. In the back of my mother’s old Betty Crocker’s Good and Easy Cook Book (1954 edition), the index is covered in pencil scribbles. My pencil scribbles, circa 1958. Sometime during my toddler-hood, I decided I should write like Mommy and Daddy did. So I found the nearest pencil and the nearest paper—this cook book. And while my mother was otherwise occupied, I wrote. I think my mother was on the phone when I began my writing career. I knew as I
This picture was taken shortly after my mother’s first Mother’s Day in 1956. That’s me on her lap—her oldest child. She loved reading, and she started teaching me early. Despite my mother’s early lessons, I spent the first thirty years of my life trying not to be like her. It wasn’t until around my 30th birthday that I realized how much alike we were. For more on this topic, see my post here. My mother died in 2014, but I’m thinking of her this week. Maybe I’ll read a book in her honor. What do you recall most about your mother from
Just finished reading a historical fiction called Fast Girls by Elise Hooper for my book club. Interesting look at the first women olympians in the track and field sports. A good read, but I might have liked it better if the author had focused on fewer girls/women. There are a lot of characters to follow!
When I saw this title, I just had to give it a shot. This is an epic fantasy tale turned on its head. Our hero is a three-header ogre who tells his tale like Kvothe (Name of the Wind). It’s a hilarious fantasy quest from the perspective of the monsters. If you love high fantasy and spoofs, this may be the book for you. I certainly enjoyed it.