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BOOK HUNGRY: life happens

who says you have to be crowded into the living room, kitchen, and/or dining room to hold a book club? we are ladies of the 21st century. we don’t need no stinkin’ couches. so pull up a blog and join in the conversation.

the members of the BOOK HUNGRY are (alphabetically): patty blount, kelly breakey, karla nellenbachand myself. we pick a book to read. we discuss via email/phone. we post a review on our individual blogs the 3rd thursday of the month OR, well, we used to all post reviews. now, i think, it’s just patty and me. but anyways, go for it. click on their names above and if they have a review up, it’ll take you to there. enjoy.

this month’s BOOK HUNGRY selection is: 

LIFE HAPPENS by sandra steffen

what it’s about from amazon: 

She’s Hiding Something…

Well, everyone is hiding something—but Mya Donohue’s secret is knocking on the front door, in no uncertain terms. Mya is about to answer to the daughter she’d given birth to nineteen years ago, and Elle has news for her biological mother. Mya is not only a mom, but a grandmother, too. And Elle isn’t sticking around for long. She can’t.

Offering Mya their assistance are her best friends—the only ones who will dare tell her the truth in unmitigated terms; her mother—a woman still sowing her own share of wild oats; and Elle’s father—a man of few words, but usually memorable ones, at that.

my opinion:

i liked it. i didn’t love it. the characters were interesting enough, the writing smooth enough, the reheated romance hot enough, the overall story compelling enough, but i don’t feel the need to re-read it, which kind of bums me out because i have my own shiny copy courtesy of kelly. yes, she was kind enough to send us all a digital copy of this book, which meant no long waits at the library! woohoo!! yay kelly!!! you rock!!!!

ahem, back to the book.

for some reason, my new thing with books is the ending and if the ending (whether it’s loud or slow or quiet or fast or cliff-hanger-y or wraps things up) remains true to the character, i dig it. i can think of three books (off the top of my head) that did this and it made me love those books all the more.

what books? GONE GIRL by gillian flynn, TEMPTING THE BILLIONAIRE by jessica lemmon and I HUNT KILLERS by barry lyga.

those endings weren’t necessarily tidy, but they were fearless. they made me either pump my fist, applaud, or hug the book close and with the exception of TEMPTING THE BILLIONAIRE, they’re not happy endings and i’m a HEA kind of girl, so this new method i have of deciding which books i like has caught me off guard.

my point? LIFE HAPPENS had a nice ending. a tidy ending. it was way too happily ever after. no, i don’t want people to die and no it’s not that i’m thinking misery loves company (though it does), it’s just that this ending felt like it was what the author wanted, not what the characters needed. again, i don’t mean the characters wanted doom and gloom, but i don’t think they wanted their lives tied up with a bow either. especially not elle. she’s not a pink ribbon kind of a girl and this, to me, was a pink ribbon kind of ending.

that said, i don’t think it was a waste of time to read this book. in fact, it’s helped me to articulate what’s going on in my brain re: endings and it just may help me better formulate the ending to my own MS, as i’ve just jumped back into it.

thank you for this lesson, kelly!

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random things

odd occurrences. unusual findings. funny cards. new websites. thoughts to live by.

(1) shopping for NOT YOUR DAUGHTER’S JEANS brand of jeans with your mother. you both get a pair.

(2) if you’re not a professional egg breaker and a bit of shell gets into the egg you just broke, use the remaining shell to scoop out that extraneous piece. it’s a virtual magnet for the broken bit whereas if you use a spoon or fork or anything other than the shell, you’ll be chasing it around the bowl/dish/pan for hours.

(3) to all my siblings:

royal bday card

(4) society 6

(5)  yeah, this.

feelings

grandpa’s greatest hits

as i read through old blog posts and comments and emails, it was startling to me how obvious you were and how blind i was.

thank you, grandpa for your unwavering belief in me and for your quiet, but sturdy love.

when he shared his memories of his earlier years, i could see how much he’d changed, but also, where my dad came from and why he expresses himself the way he does. because of grandpa’s self-reflection, i learned not only about him, but about myself, my family (immediate and extended), and my ancestors as well.

i never saw that coming.

but that was the beauty of grandpa’s educational style of late. he spoke about himself and his experiences as he passed along advice wrapped up with love. sometimes you could only hear his story and sometimes you could only see the advice and sometimes you could only feel the love, but once in awhile, you experienced it all as he intended and you were enriched because of it.

guest post #1 (plus, see comments section)
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guest post #3
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guest post #5

history lesson (see comments section)
belief in me
science lesson (see comments section)
happy 88th birthday

grandpa

january 11, 1925 – january 16, 2013

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convos with strangers

conversations with strangers #49

i’m talking to strangers?! yes indeedy.

before meeting up with a few fellow single ladies for a low key birthday celebration, i ran a couple of errands.

me: i’m picking up a prescription for mumford. *spells name*

him: first name?

me: abigail.

him: date of birth.

me: january 8.

him: *types into computer* *pauses* *looks up* happy birthday.

me: thank you!

him: it took me a minute to connect the dots.

he grabbed my prescription as i marveled at his ingenuity. granted, it wasn’t that difficult to realize it was my birthday given i had just told him my date of birth, but i’m often surprised when others (say a bartender with my license in hand) overlook it.

it was a small comment, but him connecting the dots put some frosting on otherwise boring errands.

feelings

happy birthday, grandpa

today is my grandfather’s birthday. he’s 88 years old.

it’s a big accomplishment that’s garnered him a lot of wisdom along the way. he’s worked and studied and learned and embraced change with each year and the most interesting thing, for me, has been his attitude towards technology, i.e. he’s not afraid of it.

he’s more fearless than i am.

the side effects of this attitude have been that i’ve been given a chance to get to know my grandfather through emails and phone calls and his comments on this very blog and as it turns out, we have more in common than just the same last name.

he reads. he writes (his memoir via email which is a fascinating study on memory). he’s ambitious. he’s thoughtful. he collects quotes. he’s interested in words while at the same time being a whiz with numbers.

*record scratches*

okay, fine, we don’t have the math thing in common. honestly, both of my grandfathers + my father went to MIT. WHY OH WHY didn’t i get any of those math/science-y genes?

anyways, happy birthday, grandpa! i hope today’s a grand day that’s just the start of another wonder filled year.

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grandpa before he was grandpa and was just dad, aka 1963.