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If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s underestimating the stupidity of the American public. Rewind to June 16, 2015. A reality show host descends a gold-trimmed escalator to make a bigoted, xenophobic announcement that he is running for the Republican nomination for president. Oh, how I laughed at the absurdity of it – the over-the-top pageantry, the horribly racist speech, the very idea that any
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Lucky number 6 By Julia Shraybman Spooky with a delicious twist! When the peace and camaraderie of a beloved coffee shop is shattered by a seemingly senseless shooting, there are three lucky survivors, four if you count the girl in the coma. Shraybman’s ...more |
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Oss’Stera By Ross Hightower and Deb Heim The Hightower/Heim team have triumphed once again. Their intricate blend of art and intrigue creates a world where a band of rebels use their talents, along with a witch’s vague prophecies, the ability to disap ...more |
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Racing Towards Destiny Lena Gibson Like most Americans, my knowledge of MotoGP was marginal. That is, until I read Racing Towards Destiny, Lena Gibson’s engrossing new saga of personal struggles, sweeping landscapes, and the courage to end a toxic rela ...more |
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Provenance of Ashes By Jeffry Ulin Gripping fiction steeped in suspense and adventure It starts when a small group of pampered friends, who attended a posh private school together, hear of a Bruce Springsteen concern that will be held in East Berlin dur ...more |
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Fitting Conclusion to an Enthralling Dystopian Series I’d been waiting anxiously for the conclusion to this engaging series, and it did not disappoint. Gibson does a masterful job of pulling several disparate story lines together, weaving the tales of ...more |
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A Tale of Yesterday That’s for Today In Two Necklaces, Paulette Mahurin weaves an engrossing tale of pre-WWII Germany that takes the reader on a bitter journey from the early days to the post-war period. It’s the story of a young girl living in a rem ...more |
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A Tale of Yesterday That’s for Today In Two Necklaces, Paulette Mahurin weaves an engrossing tale of pre-WWII Germany that takes the reader on a bitter journey from the early days to the post-war period. It’s the story of a young girl living in a rem ...more |
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Hilarious Coming-of-Age Tale with A Christmas Story Vibe If A Christmas Story was a novel written in the third person, set in the summer of 1975, and with a slightly older protagonist, this would be it. Ten-year-old Jimmy Hamilton had a few modest goal ...more |
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“Little Bobby Randall was a most unfortunate child. According to his mother, who should have known, he was just “Born wrong.”
Well, maybe.
Cindy
On the first day, his mother asked him what he learned in camp. Bobby’s answers were simple and direct, as though he was quoting his counselor at the camp:
“Bobby, please take your seat.”
“Bobby, please stop talking.”
“Don’t throw kitty in the pool”
“Well, I don’t need to tell YOU that the last thing an 11-year-old girl wants to do is help a boy with his zipper, even if he is only 6.“
“Why Mesun cry?” he asked.
“Icky is gone,” she said.
Sometimes when Bobby’s mother gave him a bath, and he was especially dirty, like the time he decided to see what dog poop would feel like if he rubbed it all over himself, she said that she was going to wash off all the icky. So, you can understand why, when Mi-Sun said “Icky is gone,” Bobby became confused.
He was smiling a big beagle smile, and if you have never seen a beagle smile, you have missed one of the great delights of this world. Beagles have large, lustrous brown eyes, and they are particularly good at making those eyes look sad, especially when they want something to eat. But when they smile it makes you feel as though your heart could leap out of your chest. Nothing on this earth brings more joy than a merry little beagle, smiling a big beagle smile and licking you. Nothing.”
― Anna Belle Cook and The Boy Who Talked to Dogs
Well, maybe.
Cindy
On the first day, his mother asked him what he learned in camp. Bobby’s answers were simple and direct, as though he was quoting his counselor at the camp:
“Bobby, please take your seat.”
“Bobby, please stop talking.”
“Don’t throw kitty in the pool”
“Well, I don’t need to tell YOU that the last thing an 11-year-old girl wants to do is help a boy with his zipper, even if he is only 6.“
“Why Mesun cry?” he asked.
“Icky is gone,” she said.
Sometimes when Bobby’s mother gave him a bath, and he was especially dirty, like the time he decided to see what dog poop would feel like if he rubbed it all over himself, she said that she was going to wash off all the icky. So, you can understand why, when Mi-Sun said “Icky is gone,” Bobby became confused.
He was smiling a big beagle smile, and if you have never seen a beagle smile, you have missed one of the great delights of this world. Beagles have large, lustrous brown eyes, and they are particularly good at making those eyes look sad, especially when they want something to eat. But when they smile it makes you feel as though your heart could leap out of your chest. Nothing on this earth brings more joy than a merry little beagle, smiling a big beagle smile and licking you. Nothing.”
― Anna Belle Cook and The Boy Who Talked to Dogs
“And there’s all these guys who give a whole bunch of money to the people who make the laws and having them not do nothing except making it easy to get guns and even those big soldier ones like that guy who shot me and Rosa and Miss Guerrero and all the other kids. I guess those guys who give the money must hate kids or they wouldn’t do that. I didn’t think nobody didn’t like kids but boy was I wrong.”
― Diary of a Dead Girl
― Diary of a Dead Girl
“I got me a special Chris’mas gift during the worst uv it. On Chris’mas Eve the bastids shot my heel off. I wuz already sufferin’ from the distenturry so I shit myself, an’ jist laid there in the mud an’ my own mess waiting fer Santy Claus ta come, er Jesus, but neither one uv ‘em showed up.
A dog’s gratty-tude is a sacred thang, it’s allas free in the givin’, an’ they allas gives more’n they git. Dylan wuz grateful with all his big ol’ heart an’ soul, without ever askin’ nuthin’ in return. It shamed me ta be the receiver uv such pure gratty-tude.
Some folks like ta say dog is God spelt back’ards an’ I figger they’s somethin’ in that—I ain’t a deep-thinkin’ man but I take it as a message. ”
― The Man Who Learned to Talk to Dogs
A dog’s gratty-tude is a sacred thang, it’s allas free in the givin’, an’ they allas gives more’n they git. Dylan wuz grateful with all his big ol’ heart an’ soul, without ever askin’ nuthin’ in return. It shamed me ta be the receiver uv such pure gratty-tude.
Some folks like ta say dog is God spelt back’ards an’ I figger they’s somethin’ in that—I ain’t a deep-thinkin’ man but I take it as a message. ”
― The Man Who Learned to Talk to Dogs
“Think about a wheel. Make a mark on it. The mark returns to the same position with each rotation, yet somehow moves forward.
So it is, with wheels, clocks, planets, and lives.
“BULL SNORT,” Anna gruffed, “if Elvis is the work of the devil, then that ol’ Satan does DAMN fine work!”
Three roads converged in a yellow wood And I, I said, “What the hell? This isn’t how it goes.”
Fire don’t care if you believe in science and physics, or God.
Fire gonna burn.
Nothing is ever truly gone. Matter is transformed into energy and energy is conserved forever. I’m every bit as certain of this as was that Heisenberg fella
It doesn’t matter much whether your story is on the front page, so long as it’s not in the obits or the funnies.
Did you ever wonder how Alice got down that rabbit hole? She wasn’t small ‘till she ate the mushroom she found at the bottom.
Sometimes shyness is simply reluctance to be bothered by the mundane.
For some reason, Texas waitresses habitually confuse their customers with a sucrose-based condiment.”
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So it is, with wheels, clocks, planets, and lives.
“BULL SNORT,” Anna gruffed, “if Elvis is the work of the devil, then that ol’ Satan does DAMN fine work!”
Three roads converged in a yellow wood And I, I said, “What the hell? This isn’t how it goes.”
Fire don’t care if you believe in science and physics, or God.
Fire gonna burn.
Nothing is ever truly gone. Matter is transformed into energy and energy is conserved forever. I’m every bit as certain of this as was that Heisenberg fella
It doesn’t matter much whether your story is on the front page, so long as it’s not in the obits or the funnies.
Did you ever wonder how Alice got down that rabbit hole? She wasn’t small ‘till she ate the mushroom she found at the bottom.
Sometimes shyness is simply reluctance to be bothered by the mundane.
For some reason, Texas waitresses habitually confuse their customers with a sucrose-based condiment.”
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“Little Bobby Randall was a most unfortunate child. According to his mother, who should have known, he was just “Born wrong.”
Well, maybe.
Cindy
On the first day, his mother asked him what he learned in camp. Bobby’s answers were simple and direct, as though he was quoting his counselor at the camp:
“Bobby, please take your seat.”
“Bobby, please stop talking.”
“Don’t throw kitty in the pool”
“Well, I don’t need to tell YOU that the last thing an 11-year-old girl wants to do is help a boy with his zipper, even if he is only 6.“
“Why Mesun cry?” he asked.
“Icky is gone,” she said.
Sometimes when Bobby’s mother gave him a bath, and he was especially dirty, like the time he decided to see what dog poop would feel like if he rubbed it all over himself, she said that she was going to wash off all the icky. So, you can understand why, when Mi-Sun said “Icky is gone,” Bobby became confused.
He was smiling a big beagle smile, and if you have never seen a beagle smile, you have missed one of the great delights of this world. Beagles have large, lustrous brown eyes, and they are particularly good at making those eyes look sad, especially when they want something to eat. But when they smile it makes you feel as though your heart could leap out of your chest. Nothing on this earth brings more joy than a merry little beagle, smiling a big beagle smile and licking you. Nothing.”
― Anna Belle Cook and The Boy Who Talked to Dogs
Well, maybe.
Cindy
On the first day, his mother asked him what he learned in camp. Bobby’s answers were simple and direct, as though he was quoting his counselor at the camp:
“Bobby, please take your seat.”
“Bobby, please stop talking.”
“Don’t throw kitty in the pool”
“Well, I don’t need to tell YOU that the last thing an 11-year-old girl wants to do is help a boy with his zipper, even if he is only 6.“
“Why Mesun cry?” he asked.
“Icky is gone,” she said.
Sometimes when Bobby’s mother gave him a bath, and he was especially dirty, like the time he decided to see what dog poop would feel like if he rubbed it all over himself, she said that she was going to wash off all the icky. So, you can understand why, when Mi-Sun said “Icky is gone,” Bobby became confused.
He was smiling a big beagle smile, and if you have never seen a beagle smile, you have missed one of the great delights of this world. Beagles have large, lustrous brown eyes, and they are particularly good at making those eyes look sad, especially when they want something to eat. But when they smile it makes you feel as though your heart could leap out of your chest. Nothing on this earth brings more joy than a merry little beagle, smiling a big beagle smile and licking you. Nothing.”
― Anna Belle Cook and The Boy Who Talked to Dogs
“I got me a special Chris’mas gift during the worst uv it. On Chris’mas Eve the bastids shot my heel off. I wuz already sufferin’ from the distenturry so I shit myself, an’ jist laid there in the mud an’ my own mess waiting fer Santy Claus ta come, er Jesus, but neither one uv ‘em showed up.
A dog’s gratty-tude is a sacred thang, it’s allas free in the givin’, an’ they allas gives more’n they git. Dylan wuz grateful with all his big ol’ heart an’ soul, without ever askin’ nuthin’ in return. It shamed me ta be the receiver uv such pure gratty-tude.
Some folks like ta say dog is God spelt back’ards an’ I figger they’s somethin’ in that—I ain’t a deep-thinkin’ man but I take it as a message. ”
― The Man Who Learned to Talk to Dogs
A dog’s gratty-tude is a sacred thang, it’s allas free in the givin’, an’ they allas gives more’n they git. Dylan wuz grateful with all his big ol’ heart an’ soul, without ever askin’ nuthin’ in return. It shamed me ta be the receiver uv such pure gratty-tude.
Some folks like ta say dog is God spelt back’ards an’ I figger they’s somethin’ in that—I ain’t a deep-thinkin’ man but I take it as a message. ”
― The Man Who Learned to Talk to Dogs
“And there’s all these guys who give a whole bunch of money to the people who make the laws and having them not do nothing except making it easy to get guns and even those big soldier ones like that guy who shot me and Rosa and Miss Guerrero and all the other kids. I guess those guys who give the money must hate kids or they wouldn’t do that. I didn’t think nobody didn’t like kids but boy was I wrong.”
― Diary of a Dead Girl
― Diary of a Dead Girl
