As I sit here on a Monday morning, clicking away to visit blogs while sipping my coffee, I am madly writing down the titles of books I want…and then clicking over to Amazon.  Sometimes I bookmark them and return another day.

But at other times, I click the “deliver to Laurel-Rain Snow’s Sparky now” button!

Have I gone mad?

I do keep a list on Curl up and Read that shows my purchases, as well as review books received.  Would it surprise you to discover that, in May, I purchased 16 new books; in June, there were 14; and so far in July, 13?  And most of these are e-books.

It is too easy!

The “Sparky is hungry” excuse is probably not cutting it.  The worst part of it all…when will I read them all?  I’m still working on books I bought in 2013, under the guise of a Mt. TBR Challenge.

Of the 81 books purchased so far this year, I have only read and reviewed 23!

And yes, I have been busily reading review books and Mt. TBR books, and the paltry new books listed above, for a total of 102 read and reviewed so far.  Okay, must have another sip and a munch as I contemplate these numbers.




Should I be sitting on my hands instead of clicking to buy?  For a while, I did simply bookmark the pages, but then—suddenly, it seemed—my restraint was gone.  Shriveled.  As if I had lost my head.




Is there any hope?  What do you do to curb those impulses?  Or do you?  I definitely want to know!




Sunday is often a day to laze around, drink mimosas, and watch Netflix.

But today, after reading for a while, I grabbed a bite at Dai Bai Dang….




and then saw the movie And So It Goes.





The restaurant is right by the theater, so it makes a perfect place to enjoy an appetizer and a cocktail.  I was also glad to have tissue handy during the movie, since, for whatever reason, there were scenes that elicited my emotions.

Perhaps it is seeing these actors that I have enjoyed since they (and I) were young, and realizing that they (and I) are growing older, with fewer choices left.

But there were plenty of fun moments, too, and what I would consider a very hopeful ending.  The story was a poignant reminder that we should take full advantage of every day and not pass up the opportunity to make new connections, even in our later years.

And yes, the crowd did have many older people there, but that, too, is a good sign for me.  We are still here!  And we can enjoy love and friendship.

Have any of you seen this movie?  Do you enjoy movies that spotlight older people?


And now I am going to finish the final scenes of Final Sentence...and then I am going to choose some Plan B books for this week, in case my moods take over!  I found out that last week was one that led me astray of the Plan A list.










When I was poking around among my photo files, I found these and made a collage.  On the left, there I am, Rain in all her messiness.  My mother always sent me off to school with perfectly groomed hair and I always managed to mess it up by picture time.

On the right, my two “twin” granddaughters, Fiona and Aubrey, both born in February 1997, were seven here.  And not at all worried about their hair or clothes.  How far we have come!

That snow weekend in Big Bear was so much fun.  I loved capturing the moments, and adored this cabin owned by my son Brett.




He later sold it, but we still have the photos and the memories.


Here’s a shot of my mother and me at about age four, I think.


lrs and mother


When I was very young, she still controlled my appearance to some extent.  Less messy, but not as stiff and formal as her photo.


Perhaps my trip down memory lane today has something to do with books recently read, both spotlighting an era all too familiar to me:  the forties and fifties.

Pain, Parties, Work, is about Sylvia Plath during one pivotal summer.




And The Unwitting, by Ellen Feldman, also spotlights that time period.




Our story begins on November 22, 1963, when we meet Charlie and Nell Benjamin, poised for an ordinary day, living the writer’s life in Manhattan. But nothing about this day would be ordinary. Grief, both the country’s grief and her own, would overwhelm Nell for the foreseeable future.


I am happily moving on to lighter fare with today’s read, Katwalk, by Maria Murnane, the story of a young woman approaching thirty, read to cast aside the staid life of an accountant for adventures in Manhattan.




Do you like to revisit the past?  And afterwards, are you compelled to move forward?  How do you mix things up?




Welcome to Sunday Potpourri!  It has been a strange week, and the weekend has been full of Bloggiesta stuff!  I love that event, though, as it gives me the opportunity to do what I love best about blogging:  revamping a blog!

Check out my Weekly Updates, for some of the fabulous reads I enjoyed, like Small Blessings and Big Little Lies.

I am probably the last person in Blogland to figure out how to participate in a Twitter party, but there is one going on in a few minutes for Bloggiesta, and I’m going to try.

How does it work?  I shall soon find out…or not.

Meanwhile, last week, except for the fabulous books I read, was a total wash.  Waited around for the maintenance people to show up…and they finally did at 10:00 a.m. on Friday.

Surprisingly, the man was very respectful of my things, but the woman, whom I had never met, pushed her way in rudely, not even introducing herself, and started poking around in places she didn’t need to be.  She disturbed the curtains and blinds and did not put them back the way they were.  She had that look that I can only describe as “haughty social worker”—which was not me when I did that job!—and made me wonder why she was so weird.  She wasn’t supposed to be there to check my housekeeping…LOL.  Which was fine, by the way. 




I followed along, fixing what she disturbed, and then they left pretty quickly, only changing the filters, etc.

I waited all week for that?  I wanted to complain about the woman, but decided it would be better to RANT.  LOL

Well, that is over, and today I’m enjoying a new book that has totally engaged me:  The Unwitting, by Ellen Feldman.




In CIA parlance, those who knew were “witting.” Everyone else was among the “unwitting.”  

On a bright November day in 1963, President Kennedy is shot. That same day, Nell Benjamin receives a phone call with news about her husband, the influential young editor of a literary magazine. As the nation mourns its public loss, Nell has her private grief to reckon with, as well as a revelation about Charlie that turns her understanding of her marriage on its head, along with the world she thought she knew.

With the Cold War looming ominously over the lives of American citizens in a battle of the Free World against the Communist powers, the blurry lines between what is true, what is good, and what is right tangle with issues of loyalty and love. As the truths Nell discovers about her beloved husband upend the narrative of her life, she must question her own allegiance: to her career as a journalist, to her country, but most of all to the people she loves.

Set in the literary Manhattan of the 1950s, at a journal much like the Paris Review, The Unwitting evokes a bygone era of burgeoning sexual awareness and intrigue and an exuberance of ideas that had the power to change the world. Resonant, illuminating, and utterly absorbing, The Unwitting is about the lies we tell, the secrets we keep, and the power of love in the face of both.


After reading the book about Sylvia Plath in the Summer of 1953 (Pain, Parties, Work) I feel as though I am actually back in that era.  The 50s and 60s were strange times.


So I’m off to keep reading…after I try to figure out this Twitter Party thing!    What is your day looking like?






Today I have been playing around on the computer, creating new blog headers with interesting images I found on Pinterest.

Last week, I found a notice on my door that any day this week, between 9:00 a.m. and 2:30 p.m., Management (of the condos) will come by to do a little seasonal maintenance.

I hate knowing that I’m stuck in the house every day between those hours because I don’t want anyone to enter my home when I am not here.  Another obsession!

But I have discovered an upside to this.  It forces me up and into the shower so I’ll be dressed just in case they come at nine.  And then I realize that, whenever they come…or at the end of the day, I am ready to go out.

Some days, if I start the day in my PJs, I stay that way all day…and never leave the house.

But this week, while I am waiting, I play around with things I might not do otherwise.  Like creating new blog headers, changing the themes, etc.  Oh, right!  I often do that!  LOL

While visiting the Amazon Vine site, I discovered a book I’ve been planning to buy.  Now I won’t have to do that!

Evergreen, by Rebecca Rasmussen (of The Bird Sisters), is one I am eagerly awaiting now.





From the celebrated author of The Bird Sisters, a gorgeously rendered and emotionally charged novel that spans generations, telling the story of two siblings, raised apart, attempting to share a life.


Currently, I am reading and loving Small Blessings, a quiet tale of an ordinary life…and the unexpected events that change everything.





Up next?  Big Little Lies, by Lianne Moriarty, another new favorite author.  My first read by this author was The Husband’s Secret…(click for my review) and I was hooked.





Sometimes it’s the little lies that turn out to be the most lethal. . . .
A murder… . . . a tragic accident… . . . or just parents behaving badly?
What’s indisputable is that someone is dead.

But who did what?



My week is looking better and better.  And then, this weekend, a Mini-Bloggiesta is coming…an opportunity to tweak one of my blogs and visit others doing the same.


Just the kind of week that an OCD person enjoys!  LOL.  What gets you excited on a summer day?

Here’s a picture my eldest son posted on his Facebook page…something that earned snarky comments from my other kids.  I think they are making fun of me…LOL











Three sisters with saddened hearts return to the beach cottage on Martha’s Vineyard…one last time. Due to financial issues, they must sell their beloved family home, even though it has been in the family for generations.

Dar McCarthy lives on the island year-round; she is a graphic books artist/author, and the loss of her beloved father, a talented boat builder, has inspired this fantasy series. Back in her twelfth year, her father Michael McCarthy sailed the Atlantic to Ireland, bent on finding the land grant deed that would bring him his own pride of place on Martha’s Vineyard. He safely arrives, calls the family, and then is not heard from again.

Meanwhile, Dar and her sisters, Delia and Rory, bury their mother after a long illness.

As they pack up the house, Dar discovers some secrets that make her wonder about what she thought was true. More questions spur them on a journey.

The journey takes the sisters to Ireland, where they learn more about their father.

Will they find the answers in their quest? What does the glitch in their property title during escrow signify for their future? What conflicts between the sisters might jeopardize their serenity? How will they finally find the peace of mind they seek?

Dar was my favorite character. A tortured soul, she finds catharsis in her writing. I could relate to her. Rory was annoying and selfish, in my opinion, and her constant cyber-stalking of her ex-husband seemed to be her main focus. Delia was so immersed in the feelings of others that she could not focus on her own needs.

The Silver Boat: A Novel is an engaging story of family, connections, and the journeys we take to find ourselves. 4.0 stars.



The little woven container with pockets (above) is a place to display mementos.  It has hung on numerous walls over the years, usually in my various offices.  On the very bottom right, is a backstage pass for a Soap Opera Awards Show from 1999, hosted by Dick Clark (for whom my second son worked at the time) and Soap Opera Digest magazine.

At the top is my author badge from BEA 2008, which was in LA…and where I signed copies of Chasing Stardust.

To the right, just below, is a ticket stub from the Chippendale’s show in Las Vegas (2008), attended by my daughter and me.

The black pin-on name tag (Lorre Frost, Editor) was mine from 1980, when I edited a newsletter for a group dedicated to helping divorced people adjust.  That was the name I used back then…LOL. (Get it?  Lorre Frost, Laurel-Rain Snow).

Odds and ends….tidbits.  Like much of what I share on this blog.

To continue on in this vein, today was about more odds and ends, like me getting the sudden urge to move some cabinets in the dining room.

I swapped out the green and burgundy cupboards…and here are some views of the finished arrangement:



The burgundy cupboard on the back wall (on the left) was once in the middle.  This is the view from the kitchen.



View from the entry way.



Close-up of the two rearranged cupboards.


Why do I do these things?  I was very hot and tired afterwards, as I did it this afternoon, when the outside temperature was 101…and despite the air conditioning indoors, I felt as though I were out in the heat.

Once I had cooled down, I savored the three new Vine books that came in the mail today.


Big Little Lies, by Liane Moriarty




Sometimes it’s the little lies that turn out to be the most lethal. . . .

A murder… . . . a tragic accident… . . . or just parents behaving badly?

What’s indisputable is that someone is dead.

But who did what?

Big Little Lies follows three women, each at a crossroads…





Small Blessings, by Martha Woodroof






Tom Putnam has resigned himself to a quiet and half-fulfilled life. An English professor in a sleepy college town, he spends his days browsing the Shakespeare shelves at the campus bookstore, managing the oddball faculty in his department and caring, alongside his formidable mother-in-law, for his wife Marjory, a fragile shut-in with unrelenting neuroses, a condition exacerbated by her discovery of Tom’s brief and misguided affair with a visiting poetess a decade earlier….

Then, one evening at the bookstore, Tom and Marjory meet Rose Callahan, the shop’s charming new hire, and Marjory invites Rose to their home for dinner, out of the blue, her first social interaction since her breakdown. Tom wonders if it’s a sign that change is on the horizon, a feeling confirmed upon his return home, where he opens a letter from his former paramour, informing him he’d fathered a son who is heading Tom’s way on a train.  His mind races at the possibility of having a family after so many years of loneliness. And it becomes clear change is coming whether Tom’s ready or not.


Katwalk, by Maria Murnane




Katrina Lynden has always walked a straight line in life, an approach that has resulted in a stable career and pleased her hard-nosed parents but that has also left her feeling unfulfilled—and miserable. When her best friend suggests they quit their Silicon Valley jobs and embark on two months of adventure in New York City, Katrina balks at the idea but ultimately agrees, terrified yet proud of herself for finally doing something interesting with her life. But when her friend has to back out at the last minute, Katrina finds herself with a tough decision to make. Much to her surprise, she summons the courage to go alone, and the resulting journey changes everything. Along the way she makes new friends, loses others, learns what is really important to her, and finds a way to grow up without leaving herself behind.


I think I am in for a treat with these….meanwhile, I am reading a book on Sparky that has been waiting patiently since last year.  Sheltering Rain, by JoJo Moyes, is the story of three generations of women in a family, which takes us from the 1950s in Hong Kong to the 1990s in London and Ireland.




What was your Thursday like?  Are you eagerly planning your holiday weekend?