The Ghosts of Belfast by Stewart Neville (interesting, but very odd)
In the Woods by Tana French (modern Irish author)
Winter Study by Nevada Barr (suspense!)
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Anne Barrows (kind of interesting - period piece)
Private by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro
Tara Road by Maeve Binchy (not Binchy's best, but a fairly good read)
Such Devoted Sisters by Eileen Goudge (meh)
Goodnight, Nobody by Jennifer Weiner (meh)
Mistress of Spices by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni (too...foreign)
Killer Market by Margaret Maron (meh)
The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown (weird)
Broken by Karin Slaughter (typical of Slaughter, but not the best)
The Vintage Caper by Peter Mayle (NOT his best work)
Hannah's List by Debbie Macomber (contrived)
The Rossetti Letter by Christi Phillips (fairly interesting)
84, Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff (ok)
Rose's Garden by Carrie Brown (meh)
The Ghost by Robert Harris (great spy stuff)
Blue Plate Special by Frances Norris (don't bother)
A Fall From Grace by Robert Barnard (VERY British - idioms, places, etc.)
Any Man's Death by Loren Estelman (very noir - Sam Spade dialogue!)
Heart and Soul by Maeve Binchy (another good one - Binchy makes me want to visit Ireland!)
The Charm School by Nelson DeVille (Oh boy, did this book rake up some memories. Terrific spy thriller!)
Drowning Ruth by Christina Schwartz (lots of death - accidental and otherwise)
The Lost Garden By Helen Humphreys (VERY odd...not sure I liked this one at all)
The Likeness by Tana French (Implausible characterization but worth the read)
Summer's Lease by John Mortimer (weak and silly)
The Things They Carried by Time O'Brien (interesting, but somehow I missed that this was fiction...duh)
Just Take My Heart by Mary Higgins Clark (OMGOSH! I'd forgotten how contrived her plots are!)
A Bad Day for Sorry by Sophie Littlefield (give it up for middle aged women with missions...revenge!)
Down River by John Hart (not bad)
The Gold Coast by Nelson Demille (another home run!)
Spoken From the Heart by Laura Bush (I've always admired the Bush women, but she tended toward politics in the end)
Graveminder by Melissa Mar (I still don't like fantasy - zombies either)
The Snowman by Jo Nesbo; translated by Don Bartlett (very suspenseful but took too long to resolve conflict - written by a Norweigian - or Dane - or Swede???)
Plum Island by Nelson Demille (Good, but not as good as The Gold Coast)
A Dangerous Fortune by Ken Follett (awful...long and awful)
I'd like be more active here, but my days are so redundant they scream boring. So...I probably won't be posting anything on a regular basis.
Marking the demise of a major part of my life in North Carolina...
Sometimes words we hear repeated time and again lose their impact, and we forget the courage it took for fifty-six 'subjects' of the British realm to sign their names on a document that would sever all ties to their motherland.
Nine signers were born in the United Kingdom - three from England, three from Ireland, two from Scotland, and one from Wales. Twenty-four were lawyers; four were merchants; and nine were farmers; two were future presidents. Their names were withheld from the public for six months to protect them from retribution. Benjamin Franklin was the oldest signer (70) and Edward Rutledge the youngest (26). Six signed both the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution. And as much as we like to think Thomas Jefferson's brilliant words were accepted immediately, it took the 2nd Continental Congress three days to hammer out the exact wording.
If you've never read the entire document, you really should. It is an amazing and unprecedented document. I find it interesting that the document refers repeatedly to King George, never Parliament.
( When in the course of human events... )
Leave a comment and I'll give you 10 actors and 10 actresses (or 5 and 5, if you prefer) and on your own journal, post the movies you enjoy most with those actors (or not - no pressure). It's a fun way to remember movies you haven't thought of in awhile!
( ACTION! )
I miss Maureen’s determination and her independent spirit. I miss her sense of style and rhythm (even though she was confined to a wheelchair). I miss her expressive blue/gray eyes that held mine a little longer than usual the last time I saw her. I miss her artistic talent that ended before she could develop it fully. I miss her love of animals and her passion for adventure and just plain fun. I miss her laugh. But most of all, I miss her hugs.
( Maybe allergy season is easing off, too. )
Chicken Corn Chowder
2 cups cooked chicken
16 ozs. chicken broth
Medium onion, diced
2 tbls. butter
2 cans cream of mushroom soup
1 14 oz. can of whole kernel corn
1 14 oz. can of cream style corn
1 10 oz. can of Ro Tel tomatoes
8 ozs. Velveeta cheese, cubed
8 ozs. Monterey Jack cheese, shredded
Salt and pepper to taste
Saute onion in butter until tender. Add in all ingredients except cheeses. Stir until well blended. Bring to a boil. Add cheeses. Stir. Reduce heat and simmer 30 minutes.
There went the timer. Soup's on! :D
You are The Hierophant
Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching.
All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.
The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
You Are General Tso's Chicken
You have a flair for the dramatic, and you like to sample all of the world's flavors.
You like to bring on the heat, both in life and at the dinner table. There's not a dish too spicy for you.
While you tend to go for the more daring choices on the menu of life, you're the type of person who tries everything.
You know there's no way you can predict what you'll like or dislike, so you just dive in and give it all a go.
Here she is...Camellia Sasanqua. Isn't she a beauty?
In the only-a-nut-would-think-they're-beautiful category are some mushrooms found in Melanie's front yard.
This clump caught my attention first.
But this one...THIS one grabbed me! A BLACK 'shroom! My first.
Back in the summer, the only rose on the property was cut to the ground - total accident and my fault for not pointing out that it was indeed a rose bush and not a weed. But he's coming back! Since I know absolutely nothing about roses, I don't know if Dr. Huey will bloom again or not.
The book is a real departure from my usual reading fare of forensics and detectives and murder and mayhem, and the interlude was fascinating.
More than gardening, more than living in France, more than simply traveling abroad, Goodman introduces the reader to people and places with subtle nuances that dangle like prisms in the French countryside. The author respects the 211 inhabitants of St. Sebastien de Caisson with a sweet and sometimes poignant reverence.
Unless one is a lover of gardens and gardening, the book could be considered boring. Goodman spends paragraph after paragraph describing the clay French soil, the intense summer sun and the austere life in the small village. But his love of the people and experiences raises the level of interest...especially since his original plan had nothing to do with gardening.
This morning has been spent wishing such an opportunity would present itself to me. I think I'd take it. :D
Spike is pretty brave, but who wouldn't be with all those legs to grab hold of stems?
...in the caterpillar fetal position...
The dogwoods always herald autumn around here, and ours have been turning for a couple of weeks now. Today the fruit is beckoning the birds.
Some of the potted plants are still blooming, but the flowers are getting smaller and smaller as the season wanes. The dahlia is tiny, but she fairly glows.
The sweet potato vine keeps blooming. There are two on it today...one almost hidden by the foliage.