Celebrating Thirsty Thursday chillin’ at home with pups & falafel! Babaganoush! (Taken with Instagram at Conchita & Mark’s SPOT!)
Fragments by Richard Schickel is a rare opportunity to see into the unconscious psyche of America’s sex symbol…a collections of notes, doodles, poems, letters…this work attempts to capture Marilyn not as we would have seen her, but as she saw herself…it is amazing. I high recommend it…and images of the actual handwritten scrawls are included…beautifully compelling!
I am so thankful to the friend who knew me well enough to gift this to me…thank you Jess’…xxx c
So…after a debauched firmware update…my Nook was caput! So I called B&N and they sent me a new one FREE! Which I received in 2 days! Oh joy…back to my bibliophile ways!!!
I just finished the start of a new vampy suspense series by Christopher Buecheler, The Blood That Bonds. I originally picked it up because it was FREE on Nook…still it had solid reviews and since i read at least one or two books a week I thought it was a good gamble…and it was. While the actual technical writing is only fair, the author does a great job of creating characters that you really care about and then creating a backdrop and plotline that send you on an emotional ride…definitely a cliff hanger ending…but if you are in the mood for a quick read with a kick ass main character and a world where vamps abound…give this one a shot! xxx c
Skull Here comes the water Death, a skeleton, *This probably refers to the skulls and skeletons that are made to decorate the alters for the dead. Here’s the original version in Spanish… Calavera Ahi viene el agua La muerte calaca, —Unknown Mexican Poet
(English Translation)
Down the slope,
And my skull
Is getting wet.
Neither fat, nor skinny.
A homemade skeleton,
Stuck together with wax.*
(En Español)
Por la ladera,
Y se me moja
Mi calavera.
Ni gorda, ni flaca.
La muerte casera,
Pegada con cera.
I will find you,” he whispered in my ear. “I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you—then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.”
His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.
“Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.
His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.
“Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.
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Dragonfly in Amber, Diana Gabaldon
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