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While I wrote a Christmas book this year, I didn’t publish it. I was going to, really, I was. The words were written. The pictures drawn. I only needed a few tweaks. Then I found out that the place I go to sell them, moved up the bazaar a month early. No way I would get this done by then.

So, bummer. But, to be truthful, I wasn’t really feeling this story. It was an okay one, but I thought I could do better. I certainly could have done better on the pictures, that’s for sure. Some are really good. Some not so. So this ‘bad’ thing is really a good thing.

I learned certain things with this latest adventure. One, start early. Really early. I already have by honing my drawing skills. Two, choose the story wisely. While I like this story and think I did a bang up job of making it better, a better story would have been the way to go. I haven’t done that, picked a story, but I have a few in mind.

Next year. I’ll be better prepared.

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Lorrie Hollander’s summer camp experience ends with a call to the office. Her tuition hasn’t been paid. Mad at her absentminded aunt for not paying, Lorrie returns home, without her horse, vowing to finally wrest the trust out of Aunt Gigi’s hands. She doesn’t need more surprises like this one.

She gets another when she finds out there is no more money. Lorrie can’t find anything about the trust her mother set up when she and boyfriend Nigel, moved to England leaving her two daughters, Lorrie and Susannah, behind.

 

This was one of those stories I didn’t want to end. Twists and turns kept one guessing what was going to happen and I did not see the twist at the end. The characters were all defined and three dimensional. I just with there’d been more of Aunt Gigi who’s not seen except in pivotal moments. I liked Brian’s character, Susannah’s druggie boyfriend. I would have liked more closure with him such as did he do what Lorrie suspected him of doing.  I highly recommend this.

 

Little Free Libraries

Once I settle in my forever place, which I hope will be soon, I want to have a Little Free Library. Goodness knows I have enough books to stock it. I think it will be a fun way to encourage reading and to push books in people’s hands.

Of course I’m hoping they’ll come back so that others may read the books, but I won’t be upset. Ideally, I’d like other people to put books in it too, to make it sort of like an exchange. Again, if people don’t, that’s fine.

I’ve seen a few of these little libraries. One was in a park and stocked with boring books, text books, weather worn volumes. It was like no one looked after the little library, which looked a bit raggedly on its own. The other was by the side of a residential road. I was driving by and didn’t get to stop, but this one looked care for and tended. That’s the kind I’d like.

I want to carry a variety of books for peoples young and old. While I don’t have any picture books, I’m sure I can come up with some later on. Same with non-fiction. The books I have are a mix of adult, young adult, and children’s fiction, hard and soft backs. Right now they’re all books I’ve decided I can live without. They’re books I don’t have to read more than once. Not that they’re bad. It’s just I don’t need them anymore. I also hope to add some of my mother’s romance novels to it. That should make a nice mix. Perfect for anyone looking for the right novel.

Books at Garage Sales

I used to find oodles of books at garage sales. Stacks of them. Paperbacks. Hardbacks. That’s one reason why I go to them, to find books for my Mom who’s really picky about her books. This was an inexpensive way for me to get her something to read and they’re great as presents.

But that’s changed over the years. I’ve come across less and less of them. This past year I’ve maybe gotten five books for her. It’s sad. What was even sadder was one lady was giving them away because she said no one wants them and she uses her kindle now. Okay, it wasn’t bad for me as I got books free, but the thought that the value of books was so diminished is a pretty depressing statement for readers.

Maybe it was just a bad book selling year? I don’t know. I had luck at a garage sale event I mentioned in my last post, finding all those children books. The seller was a librarian though. I wish other people valued books more.

Or maybe they’re keeping them?

Who knows. I’ll just hope to see more books out there and not the icky, brown-edged, curled corner kind that have languished in the attic for years. I’ve seen people try to sell those for a dollar a piece. Ugh.

With this year garage sales running out, I’ll be on the look out next year.

Crow Darlingston is dead. Kind of dead. His mind works great, but the rest of him isn’t doing so well. Ask the maggots who live in his body.

Ever since he died, his mother has kept him inside. It’s the smell, you know. And other things like ears falling off. Plus there’s the maggots.

Despite this, Crow manages to get a friend, a live one. A human friend and now he’s got a chance to change his life.

This book is not about zombies. I first thought it did, but its doesn’t. I found it a totally original story, one woven with quite a bit of imagination. I liked how it incorporated magic and enjoyed the the funny moments. Despite Crow being dead, Ms. Gale made me feel empathy for the character. I thought Melody, Crow’s friend, showed too much of that, but then you find out that she really believes in magic like elves and faeries.

Every year there is an 85 mile garage sale near where I live. It’s called the Big Grab. The route is 85 miles long, but it’s not side-by-side garage sales. Sometimes you have to drive a bit. It being on Friday and Saturday, I went both days for about two hours. I had to be home by 9 am so I couldn’t linger. With the weather cool, I thought I’d like to stay out longer, but as it turned out, two hours was enough for me.

I’d wanted to take my Mom, but these garage sales are not conducive for walkers or wheelchairs, especially transport chairs, which is what she has. That’s like a wheelchair, but with four small wheels. I got that because she can’t propel herself and I can lift it in and out of the car easier.

As always, I had my list of what I wanted this year. A keyboard for my computer because my good one went on the fritz. Drawing supplies because apparently I can’t have enough. Books for my mother. Last year I hit a good spot and I hoped to hit it again. I didn’t. But, I did roll into one place, hidden behind trees, and out in the country, where someone was selling boxes of children’s books. I’d hit the mother lode.

I was first told I could get five books for a dollar. That was fine with me. I could afford that. Or, I could get a bag of books for three dollars. Even better. I got a bag. Or, a box of books for five dollars. The best deal.

I went through every box digging out the upper grade books, fiction, but scooping up a few nonfiction as well. Box pretty much full, I paid and left. I can’t even tell you what else they sold. My eyes were all on the books.

The was pretty much all I got this weekend. The next day the sellers were mostly vendors that did this for a living. Still, I was pleased.

One of my dreams is to go to Comic Con. I’m not sure it’ll ever happen. For one, it’s way out west and, two, I heard it’s difficult to get tickets. I can still dream though.

I’ve been lucky to go to a few conventions. Most of them were Star Trek related and I saw James Doohan and Walter Koenig. I even got their autographs. I never told anyone I went after a friend mentioned that ‘those people’ who go to conventions were weird and ugly. Well, he didn’t say ‘ugly’ per se, but it was very much implied. I’ve always thought that was a horrible thing to say.

I’ve grown since then and don’t care anymore what people say. I’m kind of proud I went to those conventions when they weren’t exactly in vogue. Now it’s cool to be nerdy. And what’s so bad about liking all the possibilities that comics and science fiction and fantasy offers?

The fun things at conventions are the panels, listening to others talking about your interests, seeing people you admire and not just actors, but special effects artists and that. And the vendors. Just walking in a large room filled with comics, books, and the accessories that come with all this. Not that I could ever afford much, but it was fun looking. Who knew, maybe I’d find exactly what I was looking for.

I haven’t been to a convention in awhile, but I told myself I would go I get the funds. Lately, there’ve been several in Columbia. They have TV ads of people in all sorts of costumes and that looks like fun.

And maybe one day, I’ll actually get to Comic Con.