Happy Monday!  On this three-day weekend, I hope to enjoy books, blogging, movies, etc.  I started this post yesterday, but then abandoned it for other things.  I found the photo (above) in one of my folders…and it swept me back in time.

The girls are my “twin granddaughters,” since both were born in February 1997.  At the time of this photo op, the one on the left (Fiona) was living in this guesthouse with her parents…and three brothers.  Aubrey, on the right, was visiting with her parents and brother.   The chaos of that room is due to the visitors…and the play area set up for the toddlers.

I was drawn to the futon in the right corner of the photo, as it has been in many of my homes over the years.  I bought it in the mid-nineties and one of my older kids slept on it in my townhouse.  Then it was in my guest room in the A-frame house (below).

Next, it took up residence in the actual guesthouse…where it remained until it eventually broke.  Yes, many rough-housing children took it out.  But it served us well until the end.

So…what is the point of all of this?  Well, memories and moments.  The furniture and memorabilia that surrounded me over the years have left their mark, just as the people who used them.

Books have a way of doing that, too.  I like remembering when I read a particular book, although ever since my Giant Purges of 2015 left my shelves minus some of my old favorites, I have to visit the library…or even the review pages on my blogs or Goodreads to trigger those memories.

Tomorrow is another Book Release Day, but I’ve really cut down on my “click to buy” impulse, and have only downloaded six purchases in May.  I’ve borrowed a few from the library, though, like this one that just arrived:

Manhattan Beach (e-book), by Jennifer Egan.  With the atmosphere of a noir thriller, Egan’s first historical novel follows Anna and Styles into a world populated by gangsters, sailors, divers, bankers, and union men. Manhattan Beach is a deft, dazzling, propulsive exploration of a transformative moment in the lives and identities of women and men, of America and the world. It is a magnificent novel by the author of A Visit from the Goon Squad, one of the great writers of our time.


I decided not to buy it, since I didn’t love A Visit from the Goon Squad. Yes, I know it won awards and lots of people loved it.  There were actually fascinating parts…and then some pages that put me to sleep.  Such is life with books.  But since I’ve adored several other books by the author, I wanted to give this one a go…but in such a way that I wasn’t “out” the money.


Currently I’m reading another library book:  The Gunners, by Rebecca Kauffman, and I’m enjoying it so far.


When visiting blogs this morning, I discovered a book that sounded fascinating…and it was only 1.99!  Woman Last Seen in Her Thirties, by Camille Pagan, is a hilarious and hopeful story about a woman on the verge of a nervous breakthrough.



So…now I’m off to cycle a little, while watching shows from yesterday’s DVR.  What is happening in your life today?



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