My Reading Blog

It's been a rather rough week - I haven't gotten much sleep, you see I have to keep one eye open and my ears alert at all times to see and hear what is happening.  I'm an old dog and I really need my rest, but I want to play with the girls and make sure they're ok. I think Mom & Dad have changed my name to "Max go lay down" because that's what they are always telling me, especially when they eat.  The girls have been too good and don't drop anything on the floor for me to clean up (big sigh). M likes to play with me - she gets my toys and tosses them so I can go get them.  She helps Mom feed me.  P on the other hand is rather frightened of me, especially when I bark  (but I'm just getting back at her because I don't like it when she screams). They take me for a walk every morning and I show them all the special sights on our road and have introduced them to all of the dogs. We've seen lots of deer, even a tiny little faun and I...

Book cover:  "On a May afternoon in 1943, an Army Air Forces Bomber crashed into the Pacific Ocean and disappeared, leaving only a spray of debris and a slick of oil, gasoline, and blood.  Then, on the ocean surface, a face appeared.  It was that of a young lieutenant, the plane’s bombardier, who was struggling to a life raft and pulling himself aboard.  So began one of the most extraordinary odysseys of the Second World War. The lieutenant’s name was Louis Zamperini.  In boyhood, he’d been a cunning and incorrigible delinquent, breaking into houses, brawling, and fleeing his home to ride the rails.  As a teenager, he had channeled his defiance into running, discovering a prodigious talent that had carried him to the Berlin Olympics and within sight of the four-minute mile.  But when war had come, the athlete had become an airman, embarking on a journey that led to his doomed flight, a tiny raft, and a drift into the unknown. Ahead of Zamperini lay tho...

The sequel to the genre-defining, landmark bestseller Presumed Innocent , INNOCENT continues the story of Rusty Sabich and Tommy Molto who are, once again, twenty years later, pitted against each other in a riveting psychological match after the mysterious death of Rusty's wife.   Rusty Sabich, chief judge of the appellate court was acquitted of murder 20 years earlier. Rusty's wife has died, and the Prosecuting Attorney, Tommy Molto, who lost the case 20 years earlier, is now going to try Rusty for the murder of Rusty's wife. Did he do it or didn't he?  Was the DA just out to get Rusty or did he truly believe that Rusty killed his wife?  A riveting story as a continuation to Presumed Innocent.  Turow's writing keeps you wondering all the way up to the end of the book.  A great mystery with lots of twists and turns. Finished:  June 3, 2012

It all started last week when Mom & Dad took me to visit my special friends, C & J.  I got to stay with them for 4 days while Mom & Dad met S & J in St. Louis.  Dad came back to get me on Saturday, but Mom wasn't with him.  He told me that Mom went to Illinois with S & J to drive with Michelle and the girls back home.  I didn't think much of that (I really don't remember much of their last visit over a year ago), until Dad started putting up the snow fence around the stairway and then the gates went up.  Now how am I suppose to get upstairs for my naps or downstairs to check things out?  The next thing I see is that the coffee table got moved in front of the fireplace which is one of my very favorite places to sleep.  And there were other things too - Dad picked up the little things that are close to the ground and he put his guns away. He kept telling me the girls are coming, but I still wasn't sure what that meant.  Until y...

Yesterday was my Honey's 65th birthday and, so today, this post is for him! Sixty-five years old (young), 42 of which we've spent together. You are my best friend and lover You are my cook and jack of all trades You are my problem solver You make me laugh You put up with my every whim and mood You care about what is going on with me You are quiet, gentle and sensitive You are a hugger and always know when I need one You enjoy life and people You care about others And, today I want you to know how much I appreciate you and all that you do. May this year be the beginning of many more happy years.  

At the end of the March challenge, I was lucky to win one of the prizes - "Storyology by Ali Edwards".  I have been working my way slowly thru the workshop - it is excellent.  I have been creating scrapbooks for about eight years, although while I find it rather easy to put the pictures on the pages, I procrastinate about doing the journaling. One of the questions that Ali asks is "why do I write or tell stories".  For some reason (and I think it had a lot to do with the March challenge), I made quite a list of reasons to write.  The next question was "what's holding you back from telling these stories".  My list didn't come quite as easy and I really don't know why I find it so hard to journal in my scrapbooks.  Is it lack of time, do I think the pictures will tell the story, do I think no one will care?  Ali has a lot of encouraging words and different ways to think about journaling.  As I said, I'm going thru the class slowly and tryin...