Book Quotes: Shiny

July 31, 2016 at 8:15 am (Book Commentary) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more. (Author’s note)

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…she was the one artists would want to draw…She was the one who would someday know a dozen ways to wear a silk scarf, how to read the sky for rain and coax feral animals near, how to purr throaty love songs in Portuguese and Basque, how to lay a vampire to rest, how to light a cigar, how to light a man’s imagination on fire. (p. 24)

It wasn’t a Gothic cemetery; there were no mossy angels weeping miraculous tears of blood, no crypts or curses or crumble. No poets or courtesans were buried here; no vampires slumbered belowground. … Even the dead loitering here spoke of dull things, like the one who worried she’d left the stove burning when she died. (p. 45)

(Goblin Fruit pp. 1 – 55)

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Lips Touch: Three Times
by Laini Taylor
Toronto: Scholastic, 2009 Lips Touch

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Having A Good Cry

April 10, 2016 at 8:15 am (Life) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The older I get the more I cry.

I wasn’t a crier as a child or a teen. As a child, I was more prone to violent temper tantrums – I threw a pair of scissors at one sister and bit the bottom of the other. As a teen, I got quiet when I was upset or sad – I’d retreat to my room and brood.

The last crying jags I vividly recall was when my body was acclimatizing to being on the birth control pill – many, many decades ago.

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I use to make fun of my mom’s weepy habit of crying over Hallmark movies. And now like many daughters, it seems I’ve turned into her. I’ve become a weeper!

I realized this was so when I found myself tearing up during the horror movie, Mama. In the movie:

Jeffrey kills his estranged wife and business partners and flees with his children: young Victoria and one-year-old Lilly. On a remote, snowy road, the car slips down an embankment into the woods. Jeffrey finds an abandoned cabin nearby and prepares to commit a murder/suicide. At the last moment, he is killed by a strange figure in the cabin.

Victoria & Lily are eventually found. Mama was present when the girls were about to be killed by their father in the cabin but saved them and cared for them as her own. She plays with the children but hides from the sight of anyone else.

Who or what is Mama?

I cried for mama. I cried for Victoria & Lily. I cried for their aunt. I know what it is like to lose children that you have cared for over the years and are expected to never see again (in my younger years I was a child-care provider). Mama had my sympathy.

Sarah

I weep all the time during Doctor Who. I feel for the Weeping Angels. Their anger. Their pathos. The way they kill you slowly and somewhat gently. If I was going to be killed by a monster, this is the monster I would choose.

Stone Angel

I weep as I read through children’s picture books. Stone Angel by Jane Yolen (illustrated by Katie May Green) is a Holocaust story. I’ve read hundreds of Holocaust stories since I started reading them when I was thirteen and blase. They’ve always horrified me but seldom made me cry.

Your Alien

Your Alien, written by Tammi Sauer and illustrated by Goro Fujita, is about a cute, lost alien baby and the little boy who befriends it and helps it get home. It’s a modern E. T. for the preschooler set. This book made me weep more then that movie!

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I never use to be this weepy. Do we feel more as we age?

Is this empathy? Is this fear? Is this loneliness?

The older I get the more I cry.

Need a good cry. Want a good cry. Go listen to most of the videos over at StoryCorps – especially the romantic ones.

I dare you not to cry!

 

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Travel Theme: Sweet

July 28, 2013 at 8:15 am (Meme) (, , , , , , )

Honeysuckle

The sweet smell of Honeysuckle…

Freshly Mowed

The patterns carved into freshly mowed grass. The perfect scent of summer becoming fall.

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Yellow flowers the colour of the sun…

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Weeping angels guarding doorways.

What is sweet to you? For more sweetness, go here.

When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.

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