Monday Morning

This past weekend, we went to Camp Asbury for Family Canoe Camp. It was a great weekend. We went canoeing, fishing, hiking, swimming. We ate too much and met some nice people. I didn't get much reading done, aside from listening to The Cruelest Month by Louise Penny while we were fishing, just too much to do and by the end of the evening I was exhausted. And did I mention we got a new computer at home last weekend. I love it! I did get a couple of new books over the past week. Mailbox Monday is taking a blog tour. This month’s host is Staci at Life in the Thumb. Always a Princess by Alice Gaines (from Carina Press via NetGalley) Black Butterfly by Mark Gatiss (from PaperbackSwap) The Lucifer Box series (Black Butterfly is the last) is an off-beat one that I've enjoyed. Always a Princess just sounds like fun. It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? is hosted by Sheila at Book Journey....
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Review: Blood from a Stone by Donna Leon

I like Guido Brunetti, the lead in Donna Leon's mystery series. He's a commissario in Venice and I have to admit that I tend to listen to these on audio rather than read them. I love hearing all the Italian words and places pronounce. It gives me a fuller feeling for the setting, and I have fallen in love with Leon's Venice. Blood from a Stone takes place just before and during Christmas. Brunetti is called to the scene of a murder, a "vu cumpra" has been killed, an African who sells knock-off handbags from a sheet spread out on the ground. As he investigates the case, despite being ordered not to by his superior, he realizes it is more complex and stretches farther than he could have imagined. I've listened to a couple of Leon's mysteries and this was not my favorite. There was a lot of build up but then ending just kind of fell flat for me. That being...
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Tattoos

The other day, the topic at The Daily Post was tattoos. That's my tattoo. I got it done, oh, probably 13 years ago. One of the best decisions I've made. It just truly makes me happy, makes me smile. Few people see it aside from my husband, but that's not the point. I don't know if I can even explain why I love it, it's essentially a meaningless design in an unoriginal spot. I guess maybe it has something with the permanence of it. Okay, and I think tattoos are sexy. That's David's. Yes, he's my sunshine. I know - cheesy, but true nonetheless. I would love to get another tattoo. This time I think I would pick something with more meaning for me, no names or dates or coordinates, but maybe the first few bars of Ode to Joy or a quote from a book I love. Or a nice big semicolon on my inner forearm....
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Review: The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin

The Westing Game was first published in 1978, but I had never heard of it until a couple of years ago, which is a shame. I would have loved it as a child. Of course, I still enjoyed it and was able to read it out loud with Amber, who's 11, so maybe the timing was perfect after all. It tells the story of sixteen people, mostly strangers, who are all invited to live in an all-new, exclusive apartment building. "Who were these people, these specially selected tenants? They were mothers and fathers and children. A Dressmaker, a secretay, an inventor, a doctor, a judge. And, oh yes, one was a bookie, one was a burglar, one was a bomber, and one was a mistake. (pg. 5) One thin they have in common is that by moving into Sunset Towers, they are all drawn into the mystery of eccentric paper-goods giant Sam Westing.  When Westing dies suddenly, all sixteen residents are invited to...
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“My Ghost”

My Ghost 346 words In the wood the slanting evening light plays with the leaves, dancing shadows flit across the path. I heard that tune again through the open window. It called me, urged me to come down the path to the old gazebo. The trail is overgrown, no one comes this way anymore, but I can't resist. The lilting melody is louder here. It's a man's voice, a rich tenor, but I can't quite make out the words. How I wish I could remember them. Michael sang that song to me the last night we met, here at the gazebo, the night before he disappeared. Ran away, they said. I couldn't believe it, couldn't bear it. I left. Now, here I am again. Home. Only now the house belongs to me, to us. But I hear that singing every evening. I can't ignore it. I gets inside me, I have to follow it. Once I reach the gazebo I sit on the...
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Thursday’s Tale: “The Vampire Cat of Nabeshima”

Image source: SaruDama This tale from Japan has really caught my imagination. A prince had in his household a beautiful woman, O Toyo, who was his favorite. After spending the day in the garden, the couple was unknowingly followed into the house by a large cat, a very scary cat. That night, O Toyo was wakened by the cat who grabbed the woman's next in its teeth and killed her. It then buried the body in a grave it had scratched out in the garden. Finally, the cat transformsitself, taking the form of O Toyo. The prince is of course clueless that his beautiful mistress is actually draining his blood every night. As he gets weaker and weaker, his counselors set a watch around his bedside each night to see who is harming the prince, but each night all the watchers succumb to sleep. Finally a wise old priest finds a dedicated, loyal soldier, Itô Sôda. The soldier spends the night with...
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