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"Of course mothers and daughters with strong personalities might see the world from very different points of view."
— Katherine Howe (The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane)
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"She was always puzzled that people say that darkness falls. To her it seemed instead to rise, massing under trees an shrubs, pouring out from under furniture, only reaching the sky when the spaces near the ground were full."
— Katherine Howe (The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane)
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"In his voice resonated the timbre of a man who thinks he has convinced himself of an idea, but masks his own doubt by laboring to persuade others."
— Katherine Howe
tags: deliverance-dane, magic, physick, witchcraft 1 person liked it
"...You can have this whole entire life, with all your opinions, your loves, your fears. Eventually those parts of you disappear. And then the people who could remember those parts of you disappear, and before long, all that's left is your name in some ledger. This...person -- she had a favorite food. She had friends and people she disliked. We don't even know how she died...I guess that's why I like preservation better than history. In preservation I feel like I can keep some of it from slipping away."
— Katherine Howe (The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane)
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"God shields the souls of the innocent the best He can from the Devil's torments."
— Katherine Howe (The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane)
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"Just because you don't believe it[] [...]doesn't mean that it's not true."
— Katherine Howe (The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane)
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Monday, May 31, 2010
The Sweetness at the bottom of the pie
"As I stood outside in Cow Lane, it occurred to me that Heaven must be a place where the library is open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
No ... eight days a week. "
"Anyone who knew the word slattern was worth cultivating as a friend."
"Whenever I'm out-of-doors and find myself wanting to have a first-rate think, I fling myself down on my back, throw my arms and legs out so that I look like an asterisk, and gaze at the sky. "
"I found a dead body in the cucumber patch,' I told them.
How very like you,' Ophelia said, and went on preening her eyebrows."
"It is not unknown for fathers with a brace of daughters to reel off their names in order of birth when summoning the youngest, and I had long ago become accustomed to being called 'Ophelia Daphne Flavia, damn it."
"Here we were, Father and I, shut up in a plain little room, and for the first time in my life having something that might pass for a conversation. We were talking to one another almost like adults; almost like one human being to another; almost like father and daughter. And even though I couldn't think of anything to say, I felt myself wanting it to go on and on until the last star blinked out."
"I remembered a piece of sisterly advice, which Feely once gave Daffy and me:
"If ever you're accosted by a man," she'd said, "kick him in the Casanovas and run like blue blazes!"
Although it had sounded at the time like a useful bit of intelligence, the only problem was that I didn't know where the Casanovas were located.
I'd have to think of something else."
What intrigued me more than anything else was finding out the way in which everything, all of creation - all of it! - was held together by invisible chemical bonds, and I found a strange, inexplicable comfort in knowing that somewhere, even though we couldn't see it in our own world, there was a real stability."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"I brought to mind the image of the stranger lying there in the first light of dawn: the slight growth of whiskers on his chin, strands of his red hair shifting gently on the faint stirrings of the morning breeze, the pallor, the extended legs, the quivering fingers, that last, sucking breath. And that word, blown into my face ... "Vale."
The thrill of it all!
Yes," I said, "it was devastating."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"If there is a thing I truly despise, it is being addressed as "dearie." When I write my magnum opus, A Treatise Upon All Poison, and come to "Cyanide," I am going to put under "Uses" the phrase "Particularly efficacious in the cure of those who call one 'Dearie."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"Simple pleasures are best."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"...silence is sometimes the most costly of commodities."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"Chicken fizz! O Lord, protect all of us who toil in the vineyards of experimental chemistry!"
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"A peculiar feeling passed over me--or, rather, through me, as if I were an umbrella remembering what it felt like to pop open in the rain.
"
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"Seed biscuits and milk! I hated Mrs. Mullet's seed biscuits the way Saint Paul hated sin. Perhaps even more so. I wanted to clamber up onto the table, and with a sausage on the end of a fork as my scepter, shout in my best Laurence Olivier voice, 'Will no one rid us of this turbulent pastry cook?"
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"Even in complete silence, Buckshaw had its own unique silence; a silence I would recognize anywhere. "
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"What intrigued me more than anything was finding out the way in which everything, all of creation-all of it!-was held together by invisible chemical bonds, and I found a strange, inexplicable comfort in knowing that somewhere, even though we couldn't see it in our own world, there was real stability."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"I hoisted the lid off the Spode vegetable dish and, from the depths of its hand-painted butterflies and raspberries, spooned out a generous helping of peas. Using my knife as a ruler and my fork as a prod, I marshaled the peas so that they formed meticulous rows and columns across my plate: rank upon rank of little green spheres, spaced with a precision that would have delighted the heart of the most exacting Swiss watchmaker. Then, beginning at the bottom left, I speared the first pea with my fork and ate it."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"What else?"
Nothing," Dogger said. "Just sign it. Kings prefer brevity."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"The woman was putting her purse in the drawer and settling down behind the desk, and I realized I had never seen her before in my life. Her face was as wrinkled as one of those forgotten apples you sometimes find in the pocket of last year's winter jacket.
Yes?" she said, peering over her spectacles. They teach them to do that at the Royal Academy of Library Science."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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No ... eight days a week. "
"Anyone who knew the word slattern was worth cultivating as a friend."
"Whenever I'm out-of-doors and find myself wanting to have a first-rate think, I fling myself down on my back, throw my arms and legs out so that I look like an asterisk, and gaze at the sky. "
"I found a dead body in the cucumber patch,' I told them.
How very like you,' Ophelia said, and went on preening her eyebrows."
"It is not unknown for fathers with a brace of daughters to reel off their names in order of birth when summoning the youngest, and I had long ago become accustomed to being called 'Ophelia Daphne Flavia, damn it."
"Here we were, Father and I, shut up in a plain little room, and for the first time in my life having something that might pass for a conversation. We were talking to one another almost like adults; almost like one human being to another; almost like father and daughter. And even though I couldn't think of anything to say, I felt myself wanting it to go on and on until the last star blinked out."
"I remembered a piece of sisterly advice, which Feely once gave Daffy and me:
"If ever you're accosted by a man," she'd said, "kick him in the Casanovas and run like blue blazes!"
Although it had sounded at the time like a useful bit of intelligence, the only problem was that I didn't know where the Casanovas were located.
I'd have to think of something else."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
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"I brought to mind the image of the stranger lying there in the first light of dawn: the slight growth of whiskers on his chin, strands of his red hair shifting gently on the faint stirrings of the morning breeze, the pallor, the extended legs, the quivering fingers, that last, sucking breath. And that word, blown into my face ... "Vale."
The thrill of it all!
Yes," I said, "it was devastating."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
tags: imagery 3 people liked it
"If there is a thing I truly despise, it is being addressed as "dearie." When I write my magnum opus, A Treatise Upon All Poison, and come to "Cyanide," I am going to put under "Uses" the phrase "Particularly efficacious in the cure of those who call one 'Dearie."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
tags: humor, poison 3 people liked it
"Simple pleasures are best."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
tags: simple-pleasures 2 people liked it
"...silence is sometimes the most costly of commodities."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
tags: silence 2 people liked it
"Chicken fizz! O Lord, protect all of us who toil in the vineyards of experimental chemistry!"
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
tags: chemistry, humor 2 people liked it
"A peculiar feeling passed over me--or, rather, through me, as if I were an umbrella remembering what it felt like to pop open in the rain.
"
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
2 people liked it
"Seed biscuits and milk! I hated Mrs. Mullet's seed biscuits the way Saint Paul hated sin. Perhaps even more so. I wanted to clamber up onto the table, and with a sausage on the end of a fork as my scepter, shout in my best Laurence Olivier voice, 'Will no one rid us of this turbulent pastry cook?"
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
2 people liked it
"Even in complete silence, Buckshaw had its own unique silence; a silence I would recognize anywhere. "
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
1 person liked it
"What intrigued me more than anything was finding out the way in which everything, all of creation-all of it!-was held together by invisible chemical bonds, and I found a strange, inexplicable comfort in knowing that somewhere, even though we couldn't see it in our own world, there was real stability."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
tags: chemical-stability 1 person liked it
"I hoisted the lid off the Spode vegetable dish and, from the depths of its hand-painted butterflies and raspberries, spooned out a generous helping of peas. Using my knife as a ruler and my fork as a prod, I marshaled the peas so that they formed meticulous rows and columns across my plate: rank upon rank of little green spheres, spaced with a precision that would have delighted the heart of the most exacting Swiss watchmaker. Then, beginning at the bottom left, I speared the first pea with my fork and ate it."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
1 person liked it
"What else?"
Nothing," Dogger said. "Just sign it. Kings prefer brevity."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
1 person liked it
"The woman was putting her purse in the drawer and settling down behind the desk, and I realized I had never seen her before in my life. Her face was as wrinkled as one of those forgotten apples you sometimes find in the pocket of last year's winter jacket.
Yes?" she said, peering over her spectacles. They teach them to do that at the Royal Academy of Library Science."
— Alan Bradley (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie)
tags: librarians 1 person liked it
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THE HELP
It is 1962 in Jacksonville, Mississippi. The times may be changing, but not fast enough for three women, two black and one white, in this town where the lines between the races are so rigid they don’t need to be voiced.
Aibileen has raised 17 white children in her various maid jobs, but recently she lost her own grown son. Her younger friend Minny’s sassy mouth has cost her so many positions that she doesn’t know where to turn --- yet work she must, to support her kids and avoid the dangerous wrath of her abusive husband. Skeeter is 22 and has just returned from college with a journalism degree that she treasures, but not the wedding ring her proper mother had hoped for. She is bored and restless and still grieving the sudden departure of Constantine, the black maid who raised her. Her mother won’t speak of it, and the heartbroken Skeeter, who was away at college, never even got to say goodbye.
Each of these three ladies get their turn narrating THE HELP, and first-time author Kathryn Stockett has done a marvelous job creating unique, distinct voices for them. Aibileen’s genuine love for her charges and her wisdom shine through her words. Her latest charge is Mae Mobley, the baby daughter of Skeeter’s college friend Elizabeth. On the “get some experience” advice of a New York publisher, Skeeter applies for a job at the local paper. Given her gender and the time, she is employed to write a cleaning advice column. Of course she has never cleaned a thing in her life, so she asks Aibileen for help answering the household questions. But Skeeter has bigger ambitions and soon approaches Aibileen about a secret project: to write and hopefully publish the stories of the black maids.
The trouble is those LINES --- and the danger of crossing them. “I reckon I know pretty well what would happen if the white ladies found out we was writing about them, telling the truth a what they really like,” muses Aibileen. “Womens, they ain’t like men. A woman ain’t gone beat you with a stick… No, white womens like to keep they hands clean. They got a shiny little set a tools they use, sharp as witches’ fingernails, tidy and laid out neat, like the picks on a dentist tray. They gone take they time with them.” It’s difficult to find maids who will risk talking to Skeeter for her project, even though their names are changed and their town is disguised. Yet as events unfold --- the assassination of Medger Evers, the jailing of one of the maids for stealing from her employer to put her son through college --- 12 maids eventually volunteer. The hardest sell is Minny, but she comes through with the outrageous story that just might protect them from retribution if the book is published.
In the meantime, the ugly duckling Skeeter begins a romance with Stuart Whitworth, the Senator’s son. But Skeeter’s college friends soon reject her when she refuses to support their club’s effort to pass a law requiring separate bathrooms for black household help, and her newfound convictions ultimately test her relationship with Stuart as well. Pressure builds and the stakes increase as Elaine Stein, the editor at Harper and Row, presses Skeeter for the finished manuscript.
This book about a book is a gem. The characters’ insights are hard won and utterly believable, and their voices are often funny and wry. Just as the political and social climate of 1962 proves ripe for Skeeter’s book, these early days of Barack Obama’s administration might give Stockett’s debut a boost. However, even without the timeliness of the racial themes, this novel would touch many hearts. THE HELP is over 400 pages long, but I didn’t want it to end.
Aibileen has raised 17 white children in her various maid jobs, but recently she lost her own grown son. Her younger friend Minny’s sassy mouth has cost her so many positions that she doesn’t know where to turn --- yet work she must, to support her kids and avoid the dangerous wrath of her abusive husband. Skeeter is 22 and has just returned from college with a journalism degree that she treasures, but not the wedding ring her proper mother had hoped for. She is bored and restless and still grieving the sudden departure of Constantine, the black maid who raised her. Her mother won’t speak of it, and the heartbroken Skeeter, who was away at college, never even got to say goodbye.
Each of these three ladies get their turn narrating THE HELP, and first-time author Kathryn Stockett has done a marvelous job creating unique, distinct voices for them. Aibileen’s genuine love for her charges and her wisdom shine through her words. Her latest charge is Mae Mobley, the baby daughter of Skeeter’s college friend Elizabeth. On the “get some experience” advice of a New York publisher, Skeeter applies for a job at the local paper. Given her gender and the time, she is employed to write a cleaning advice column. Of course she has never cleaned a thing in her life, so she asks Aibileen for help answering the household questions. But Skeeter has bigger ambitions and soon approaches Aibileen about a secret project: to write and hopefully publish the stories of the black maids.
The trouble is those LINES --- and the danger of crossing them. “I reckon I know pretty well what would happen if the white ladies found out we was writing about them, telling the truth a what they really like,” muses Aibileen. “Womens, they ain’t like men. A woman ain’t gone beat you with a stick… No, white womens like to keep they hands clean. They got a shiny little set a tools they use, sharp as witches’ fingernails, tidy and laid out neat, like the picks on a dentist tray. They gone take they time with them.” It’s difficult to find maids who will risk talking to Skeeter for her project, even though their names are changed and their town is disguised. Yet as events unfold --- the assassination of Medger Evers, the jailing of one of the maids for stealing from her employer to put her son through college --- 12 maids eventually volunteer. The hardest sell is Minny, but she comes through with the outrageous story that just might protect them from retribution if the book is published.
In the meantime, the ugly duckling Skeeter begins a romance with Stuart Whitworth, the Senator’s son. But Skeeter’s college friends soon reject her when she refuses to support their club’s effort to pass a law requiring separate bathrooms for black household help, and her newfound convictions ultimately test her relationship with Stuart as well. Pressure builds and the stakes increase as Elaine Stein, the editor at Harper and Row, presses Skeeter for the finished manuscript.
This book about a book is a gem. The characters’ insights are hard won and utterly believable, and their voices are often funny and wry. Just as the political and social climate of 1962 proves ripe for Skeeter’s book, these early days of Barack Obama’s administration might give Stockett’s debut a boost. However, even without the timeliness of the racial themes, this novel would touch many hearts. THE HELP is over 400 pages long, but I didn’t want it to end.
This is memorial day weekend and Bob and I just returned from french lick I want to rememberEarly History
In 1778, George Rogers Clark is thought to have discovered the area's mineral springs and salt licks.[4] . The evidence of salt deposits enticed the government to plan on mining large quantities of salt for the demands of meat preservation to be used by the early pioneers. It was then determined the saline content was not sufficient to support the large scale extraction of salt and the property was offered for sale. Dr William Bowles purchased the land where the French Lick Springs Resort now sits and built a small inn on the site. The region's reputation as a mineral springs resort area began with the building of the first French Lick Springs Hotel in 1832. During the outbreak of the Mexican American War, the doctor chose to lease his inn to Dr. John Lane while he as off as a commissioned officer in the US Army. Dr Bowles agreed to a long term lease with Dr. Lane in which Lane would agree to enlarge and approve the facility. Through the deal Dr. Bowles would enjoy an improved facility with the potential for increased business at the lease's end. Dr. Lane would get back his initial investment as well as improved trade. Dr Lane was displeased when Dr. Bowles returned early to end the lease and retake possession of the hotel. He was so displeased that he opened up a new inn one mile down the road in 1852. This inn would be the beginnings of the West Baden Springs Hotel.
In 1852, John Lane built a hotel on a site near the town of Mile Lick that he named the Mile Lick Inn. The town was renamed West Baden in 1855, so Lane changed the hotel name to the West Baden Inn. In 1887, the Monon railroad built an extension to take guests to the springs and the hotel. By the late 1800s, seven railroads brought guests from all over the country to the Springs Valley[4] for relaxation and the alleged curative powers of the mineral water.
A group that included Lee Wiley Sinclair from Salem, Indiana acquired controlling interest in the hotel in 1888. Sinclair soon became sole owner and transformed it into a sophisticated resort, including an opera house, a casino—advertised as "The Carlsbad of America"[5]--and a two-deck, covered, one-third-mile oval bicycle and pony track. A lighted baseball diamond in the center of the track became the spring training grounds for several major league teams including the Cincinnati Reds, Chicago White Sox, Chicago Cubs and Pittsburgh Pirates. Fire destroyed the entire hotel building in less than two hours in June, 1901; however, no guests were injured.[4] Owner Lee Sinclair declared that the new hotel would be fireproof and would have the world's largest dome. Most professionals in the architectural community considered it impossible, but unknown West Virginia architect Harrison Albright completed the new West Baden Springs Hotel on time.[4][6]
[edit] Eighth Wonder
The new structure opened in September 1902 and if the advertisements and articles about the new hotel were true, the facility deserved being called the Eighth Wonder of the World. It was claimed that the resort's mineral baths and drinking waters could cure everything from sterility to senility. The hotel's amenities included two golf courses, billiards, bowling, baseball, swimming, horseback riding, bicycling and hiking on scenic trails, movies and nightly theatre. On-site personal services included a stock brokerage, banking and a barbershop. Birds flew freely in the 200-foot-diameter atrium, and an enormous fireplace burned 14-foot logs to take the chill off on cool evenings.[4]
[edit] Notable guests
Paul Dresser is rumored to have composed Indiana's state song "On the Banks of the Wabash, Far Away" at the hotel. Boxers John L. Sullivan and James J. Corbett trained there. Al Capone was a frequent guest as was Diamond Jim Brady. Politicians included Mayor "Big Bill" Thompson of Chicago and New York Governor Alfred E. Smith. Professional baseball teams even held their spring training at the resort.[4]`
[edit] Renovation
A massive renovation effort was begun in 1913, but Sinclair died in 1916. His daughter and her husband took over the hotel's operation and restoration. Overextended by the refurbishment, Lillian Sinclair sold the property to Ed Ballard for $1 million in 1922. Ballard, who began his career as a bowling alley worker in the hotel, made a fortune by operating a flourishing, albeit illegal gambling business in the Springs Valley. Ballard also owned several nationally recognized touring circuses. The rise of the automobile and resorts in Florida drew business away from the West Baden Springs Hotel, but Ballard aggressively promoted the hotel to conventioneers and trade exhibitions. The Wall Street Crash of 1929 spelled the end of the hotel. As word of the plummeting market spread, people gathered in the brokerage firm's offices at the hotel, which emptied of guests almost overnight. Ballard closed the hotel in June 1932 and sold it to the Jesuits for one dollar in 1934.
[edit] Jesuits
The Jesuits removed many of the building's elegant appointments when they transformed the hotel into a seminary. The four Moorish towers were dismantled when they fell into disrepair, while the grounds outlying sulfur-spring pools, contaminated by years of pollution, were plugged and cemented over. Known as West Baden College, the seminary operated until June, 1964 when declining enrollment forced the Jesuits to close the facility.
[edit] Northwood Institute
In 1966, the Jesuits sold the property to a Michigan couple who in turn donated it to Northwood Institute, a private college, which opened a satellite campus of their business management school on the property until 1983.[4]
[edit] Preservation
Vacant after 1983, the building slipped into extreme decay, resulting in the collapse of a good portion of the west wall in 1991.[7] In 1992, the National Trust for Historic Preservation listed the hotel as one of America's most endangered places. Bill Cook, a Bloomington, Indiana, entrepreneur and billionaire, financed a partial restoration of the property by the Historic Landmarks Foundation of Indiana which assumed ownership in 1996. It was marketed nationally for almost ten years without a buyer and over 400,000 visitors toured the hotel.
[edit] French Lick Resort
Sunday, May 2, 2010
I just finished this book and it was delightful. It had all the stuff I like in a book, a old house, a old library with fireplace and old pictures and books, a mystery, and a character who is not young and beautiful. I hate young and beautiful characters. YUK. The mansion was called prospero House a four story mansion, A gothic style portico climbed up three stone steps that led to the mansion's carved front doors flanking the entrance were two bronzed mermaids with long flowing hair and angelic faces their scabrous tails encrusted by a green paina The house had the pervasive smell of mildew, the oppressive feelings of cold and dampness, the surronoundings more resmebled a crumbling tenement tha a century=old newport mansion the interior entranceway was dominated by a grand staircase that flowed down from a second-floor balcony in a gentle curve the carpeted steps obviously a deep burgundy at one time had become a muddy brown the upper wings are sealed off we stepped through the the archway with carved oak supports and found ourselves in the manor's library, illuminated by the glicking fire in a massive stone hearth, the library was nearly the size oo it boasted a vaulted ceining with oak cross beams and a tall grandfather click which ticked loudly in one corner its offly shaped pendulumswinging in a arc behing cut leaded glass Thousands of books lined the dark oak shelves alondg one shadown wall near the clock some portraits had been strategically hung. the fireplace was an oversized smoke stained hearth carved to resemble the gaping fanged mouth of a gigantic gargoyle..
What a great discription..An old friend of bookshop owner Penelope Thornton-McClure's Aunt Sadie gives her a rare collection of Edgar Allan Poe's complete works. Shortly after giving Sadie the collection, Peter Chelsey is found dead. The police say it was an accident. Pen has her doubts, but doesn't want to get involved in yet another murder investigation. But when someone turns up dead shortly after buying one of the books in the collection, Pen is accused of stealing the book back since there is a rumor going around that there is a code contained in the collection that leads to a treasure. Pen wants to clear her name and sets out to do so with the help of the ghost of Jack Shepard, a hard-boiled PI who died in the 1940's. When she and then a friend of hers who is trying to solve the code are attacked, Pen knows she needs to find the killer before someone else is murdered.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Sat May 1st
Rainy Day
Green Day
May Day
Lovely Day
Peacfull Day
Today
The first day of May
make it last
slept till 9:30
read my e=mail all about books cleaned up took a bath gave cooper a bath and now. i will read for awhile
Still readingStones fall it is a long book and kind of slow where it discusses banking and the powerrplay of goverments. I have so many books and so little time.
Well I read for awhile and took two naps not one, now headed to Norris City going to get some catalina dressing to have chicken catalina with rice.
Why do I sleep so much?
Green Day
May Day
Lovely Day
Peacfull Day
Today
The first day of May
make it last
slept till 9:30
read my e=mail all about books cleaned up took a bath gave cooper a bath and now. i will read for awhile
Still readingStones fall it is a long book and kind of slow where it discusses banking and the powerrplay of goverments. I have so many books and so little time.
Well I read for awhile and took two naps not one, now headed to Norris City going to get some catalina dressing to have chicken catalina with rice.
Why do I sleep so much?
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
sick
i have been sick for weeks, first a sore throat amoxicillin then I got bit by tick doxy, then I started with a cough and have had it for a month or more I didn't miss any days work until yesterday and today and I finally just had to rest.
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