Finished my first #bookspin for January 22. I am so glad for the nudge to pick up this beauty. It made me think, as a Mom how far would you go to protect your child and are family secrets sometimes justifiable. 5/5
“Strange what‘s left behind when all that matters is scraped away.” This book checked several of my boxes. A PNW setting, a beloved family rescue dog, questioning a faith that you have always clung tight too. The author wrote the characters in a way that made me care deeply for each of them, even the one that I had decided early on that I would not like. The story gave me perspective and empathy.
Henrietta Lacks. Her involuntary contribution to the science community changed the future of medicine. Long after her death she paved the way for the polio vaccine, chemotherapy, gene mapping , and in vitro fertilization. She is so much more than her cells. A mother, beloved. She left a legacy that knew nothing of her contributions to the medical field and benefited none from it. The author balanced science with human interest perfectly.
Christmas Blessings from my Litsy penpal! Warning: that fellow reader that you chat with through Litsy just might become one of your dearest friends. I am looking forward to diving into Maisie Dobbs. Not pictured are the fantastic gummy candies. Those go fast around here:) Merry Christmas @JackOBotts
“Love is the highest and best use of a life.” This is one of the most beautiful books I have ever read. I will be revisiting this story again and again, because like the author I too have been the student under my animals teaching learning to be a good creature. 5⭐️
Today I mourn for someone that had a profound impact on my life. A couple of years ago I picked up “Searching for Sunday: loving, leaving, and finding the church” it was exactly what I needed at that time. Rachel Held Evans your impact has been great and will continue on, but for now I sit heart broken for your family. Thank you for your words, your influence, and your assurance that I am not alone in all my questions and doubts
When visiting one of my favorite indie bookstores #murderbythebook the bookseller pressed this into my hands and assured me I would love it. Spot on. It hit all the gothic mystery elements that I love. An old school, a book intertwined with a book, a diary. I hope to read more of Elly Griffiths very soon.
I want to put this book on every woman‘s radar. It is a collection of essays in memoir style telling very honest and heartfelt stories from the authors life. The writing is hilarious and moving. Some of the essays were like a window into my inner thoughts and all of them made me want to march myself up to Mary Laura and tell her that she has to be my BFF. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I expected to enjoy this title. It came highly recommended, it had a fantastic cover, and it was about trees. I had no idea I was about to read my favorite book of all time. This book came into my life in a magical way. It sparked an evening catching up with a dear friend. And the magic did not end there. A pure delight from beginning to end. #mmdbookclub
This is my first ever Barbara Kingsolver novel but will not be my last. Her writing is absolutely beautiful. Kingsolver does not shy away from big issues in this novel, Life/ death, the environment/ climate change, science / religion, healthcare, the current political climate. I can see this novel not being for everyone, but it was for me. 🌟🌟🌟🌟
To celebrate the 12 days of Christmas, beginning Christmas Day and leading up to January 6, Epiphany, I will be reading a story from this beautiful book each evening. Savoring the season.
Y‘all! Check out this rocking wrapping paper! My Litsy buddy has definitely brought back the nostalgia of my childhood this Christmas! “Care bear stare!” @JackOBotts thank you so much for your thoughtfulness and friendship. I am forever grateful to the universe connecting us when pen pals were paired. I will be opening these treasures soon ... I CANNOT WAIT! Merry Christmas
So give me the scoop Litsy....do you love your instant pot?
Waiting for Eden by Elliot Ackerman shook me to the core. I will be thinking of this story and the questions that it poses as you read for a very long time. Eden is a war hero and a lone survivor, but not really a survivor. He exists. Mary is his wife. Andy is the daughter that never met her father. Their story is told by Eden‘s friend who did not survive. It is beautifully written, and uniquely told.
“Trepassen was too Gothic and gloomy to ever feel like a truly welcoming place.” The Death of Mrs Westaway was the perfect start to October reading. It is very atmospheric, full of creepy tension,and perfectly paced. A solid ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Leggings, blankets, puppy, first autumn read. Saturday perfection. Thank you @JackOBotts for gifting me this perfect read to kick off October. Oh and to be transparent, I am pretending it is cooler weather. When in Texas you fake fall.
Oh Litsy, the things you have done for me. You have made my reading list long, opened my eyes to books I didn‘t know existed, made me feel like I had a bookish community, and connected me with the best birthday twin I could ask for. Thank you @JackOBotts for your acts of kindness and your friendship. Cheers to us on 8/29!
Fiona Davis is one of the most delightful and talented souls I have ever encountered. Through her writing I have experienced the Barbazon Hotel for Women, the Dakota, and now grand central station. Her books are so well researched and full of interesting facts, they will hook you with the mystery and the plot twists. 5 stars.
“there were these individual moments that I could still appreciate. Like drinking that first cup of coffee in the morning. Working on something fine in my workshop. Watching a baseball game on TV.” She thought that over. “But…” she said. He waited. “But…is that enough?” she asked him. “Well, yes, it turns out that it is,” he said.
This is my first Anne Tyler, and I found it to be delightful. 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
My eyes glistened with tears at just the first few pages. I am not sure if it was the note from the author or the opening scene that brought me to tears. Maybe it is because Willa‘s father shares the name of my own father.