What We’re Reading
One of my book clubs has chosen Appetite for America: How Visionary Businessman Fred Harvey Built a Railroad Hospitality Empire That Civilized the Wild West, by Stephen Fried, as our next book. As a writer of historical fiction about the American West, I’ve done some research into the era covered by this book. But Fried’s book has taught me a lot more. Fred Harvey was an entrepreneur who made travel through the West much more palatable to generations of Americans. The book is engagingly written, and it is as much a history of railroads, restaurants, and other aspects of Western
This was my first Colleen Hoover book. I’d seen many recommendations, and overall it did not disappoint. It was a little crass in some places, and there were quite a few convenient coincidences. But I liked the characters and basic storyline and wanted to see the outcome. Four stars!
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