tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304663042848562042024-02-18T20:38:56.510-05:00Ms. Daisy's Reading ClubMs. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-85145531599935963572016-01-02T14:55:00.001-05:002016-01-02T14:55:05.666-05:00Cleopatra the Great: The Woman Behind the Legend, by Dr. Joann Fletcher<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've just started this biography on the life of Cleopatra, and it seems to me that in some ways the spirit of Cleopatra echoes down through history in different women.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A male-dominated society is especially disgusted (and perhaps a little terrified) at extremely powerful women, and Cleopatra's case is no different. The Romans hated that she was in power and used their influence to tarnish her name and reputation, and their propaganda has largely been accepted by the western world even to this day. It has only been in the last 30 years (she lived more than 2000 years ago!) that Egyptologists and other historians have been uncovering a different story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This story is not new. Think of the lives of Nefertiti and Eva Perón and you will find so many similarities in the societal response to their power. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It is one thing for a woman to be beautiful - whether you like it or not, it carries an influence and a measure of power over many males (and females), and this can be accepted to a certain degree. When a woman is both socially powerful, intelligent, and beautiful, she is dangerous. What will stop her? You're right. Nothing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Cleopatra was groomed to be pharaoh, and when her brother drove her out of Egypt to Syria, she came back with a vengeance and an army to take the throne back. She was successful. She then linked herself romantically to Caesar, gaining yet more political power and status, and gave birth to his son, Caesarion. After 44 B.C., Cleopatra returned to Egypt upon the assassination of Julius Caesar. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Marc Antony sent for Cleopatra to answer questions regarding her allegiance to Rome's fallen ruler - and when he did, he became captivated by her beauty and personality, fell in love with her, and their union produced three children (two of which were boy and girl twins, named Alexander Helios and Cleopatra Selene). They both benefited from the power of the other to expand their own empires and fought together against enemies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">While fighting, Marc Antony received inaccurate information that his Cleopatra was dead, and as a result, he fell upon his sword, committing suicide. They carried him to her in her palace and he died in her arms. At the thought of him being gone and Egypt being lost, she dramatically committed suicide by having a poisonous Egyptian cobra bite her on the chest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">They were buried together, and with her death, the book closed on the era of the pharaohs of Egypt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">At that point, Rome sought out to erase her from record. She was cut and deleted from Egyptian history, and what was left was a smear campaign that would show present day to be tame.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Does it seem a little strange that they did this with Nefertiti? They defaced her body and her story, too. Does it seem even more perverse and ironic that they did this with Eva Perón? What they can't get at in life, they pursue in death, hoping to grab at anything for a re-balance of their own power and might.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The threads of strong women reverberate through the chorus of history, whether or not you like them, whether or not you are comfortable with them, and whether or not you agree with them. They are there and they make up where we are today. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Peace, love, and keep on reading,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ms. Daisy </span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-20443221732606373412016-01-02T14:12:00.000-05:002016-01-02T14:14:24.121-05:00The Harding Affair: Love and Espionage During the Great War, by James David Robenalt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">That Warren G. Harding was quite something else. Perhaps you don't know? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, let me just tell you, this much overlooked 29th President of the United States had a very interesting life, and you will be glad to know that they've written a book about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">His life began in Ohio, one child among a large family. His mother said he would be President one day because of his drive for things. He set up a newspaper in Marion, Ohio, as well as other business ventures that succeeded for a time, and failed at others.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He met a very determined lady, Florence, who had her eye on him and who would not let him go. When she came after him, she was divorced and had a young baby. Her first husband was a raging drunk and all-around terrible. Her father was the richest man in town and had influence over everyone and everything, but she despised being under his thumb as the streak of fierce independence that bolted through his soul landed within her own, much to his consternation. She sought out Warren, who was a few years younger than she was, until he could not ignore her. Her determination and influence impressed him and was useful to him in business, so, what the hey, they got married. This further infuriated her father, which made it an even better reason for her to do it (he forbade his family to attend the wedding and his wife snuck out and peeked through the back door of the house to watch her daughter get married).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Florence and Warren did not have a passionate marriage, but they had a very practical partnership. She drove him to go farther than he may have gone on his own and supported his business ventures. He appreciated her help and looked to her for advice.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It didn't take long for him to notice a very lovely neighbor, however - and one who did spark a great deal of passion in him: Carrie Phillips. She was a married woman, he a married man. Neither of them were happily married, and you can guess that these two souls found solace and fireworks in each other. Carrie and Warren vehemently wrote each other passionate letters and had a fifteen year relationship - Warren's letters to Carrie were saved and are now available to be under the speculation of whosoever wills through the<a href="https://www.loc.gov/collection/warren-harding-carrie-fulton-phillips-correspondence/about-this-collection/"> Library of Congress</a>. The letters that Carrie wrote to him are speculated to have been burnt up in a giant fire by his careful and angry wife a few days after Warren died over at her rich friend's house. Warren even created a secret code language so that when he would write letters to her, he could appear to be quite nonchalant in his meaning while expressing deep, undying passion for her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Florence knew of his longstanding relationship with Carrie (and my, oh my, did I forget to mention to you that Florence and Carrie were childhood friends? Yikes.) and dismissed it as "things men do". She lived with jealousy and betrayal as though they were her companions. Initially, the Hardings and the Phillips would go on vacations together - Warren and Carrie meeting up in the middle of the night or at other times to be together. Once Florence got too tired of the shenanigans, she shut down the vaycaycays entirely, as I'm sure you'll be quite unsurprised to hear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Warren loved Carrie for the rest of his life, swearing ironically to ever be faithful to her, except that he would not leave Florence for her. Carrie had his heart, but secretly, and in the shadows. Florence had his life, was an excellent practical and supportive partner to him, and the eye of the public, but neither his heart nor his passion.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It is well-documented (and many people believe) that Florence secretly and quietly murdered her husband while he was President. The stories that are told do not match up, and perhaps she got too sick of living with her sad companions of jealousy and betrayal to put up with anything else. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It is an interesting read, full of drama and scandal. If you've ever thought your life to be lacking in excitement, feel free to vicariously adopt some in reading this book.<br /><br />Peace, love, and keep on reading,<br />Ms. Daisy</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-72794737880448350962015-03-16T12:24:00.003-04:002015-03-16T12:24:53.411-04:00The Secret Life of the Tsars, by Michael Farquhar<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Oh, those crazy monarchs. If you haven't read much on them, I highly recommend it for your utmost entertainment. They really are something else. Not only do they inherently THINK they are literally something else (like, let's say, dieties and speak of themselves in plural), they behave like none other (as a likely result of being told they are so special for like their entire lives and people dashing about to serve their every whim). </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">This book walks you through a quick and dirty survey of the tsars of Russia from Ivan V (b. 1682) and Peter the Great through Nicholas II (who died in 1917). Most of my reading on monarchs has come from lovely old England - Henry VIII, Elizabeth I, poor Queen Jane, and the like, so I was intrigued as to how they would compare with the Russian court. I would say they are 100% different while being 100% exactly the same. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">The English monarchs were always quite concerned with forward progress, with being the stars of Europe, and (for the most part) the encouragement of the arts within their courts. They demanded obedience, killed off people who got in their way (not always directly, as in the case of Evil King John or the beheadings of many of the wives of Henry VIII), and sucked the meaning of absolute monarch dry down to the dregs. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">They have this in common with the tsars of Russia, although the Russians did it directly. They quelled uprisings with bloody and unequal reciprocity. Severed heads served as reminders of what happens to those who dare to question authority. They leaned deeply into excessive drunkenness, wild mad fits of rage and violence, and delighted in the punishments of their enemies. The tsars cared (most of them, anyway) nothing for the advancements being made in Europe, and preferred what some would deem as isolationism to preserve their autocracy from dangerous thought ideals of Europe. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">"An ignorant population was a docile one, which is why [Nicholas I] was incensed to learn that in one instance a potential constitution, formulated during his brother's reign, had been printed in Poland. 'The publication of this paper is most annoying,' he wrote to Prince Paskevich in Warsaw. 'Out of one hundred of our young officers [stationed in Poland] ninety will read it, will fail to understand it or will scorn it, but ten will retain it in their memory, will discuss it - and the most important point, will not forget it. This worries me above everything else...'" (p. 191) </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Despite these differences, the strongest vein that runs through all autocrats is their desperate desire for the preservation of their own power. How this plays out varies from person to person, but each action has been calculated toward these ends. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">May we never forget this, for the benefit of society as well as the individual. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Keep on reading, my dears, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Ms. Daisy</span></span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-12133990366630554452015-01-12T11:28:00.002-05:002015-01-12T11:28:36.740-05:00Becoming Queen Victoria: The Tragic Death of Princess Charlotte and the Unexpected Rise of Britain's Greatest Monarch by Kate Williams<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">I am about two-thirds through this book and it's another good one. It continues in the line of my interest in the monarchs of England in the age of absolute monarchs (although Queen Victoria's reign drops out of that quickly as Britain becomes a constitutional monarchy).</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">The first half of the book delves into the life and tragic death of Princess Charlotte, who everyone looked forward to having as their future queen. Unfortunately for them and for Charlotte, she dies before this can happen. There is all the usual family scandal you'd expect to find in a royal family, twisted around with fascinating characters, people struggling for their own grasp at power, royal butt kissing, playing your cards right and a peek at the lifestyles within the era. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">We are then introduced to Victoria and her uber-controlling spaz mother whose main goal in life is to manipulate her child into thinking she is a pathetic dope who is so incredibly lucky to have her as a mother so that she may guide her (read: be her regent and rule the country through her) and lead her into whither she ought go. Victoria has to distance herself from her crae crae uncles who everyone hates since they are out of touch loonies in order to be seen as a welcomed and viable option for next sovereign. The irony and stick of it is that the hour she becomes queen, Victoria decides that her mother is bye-bye now, moves her room out of her mother's (yes, she was that controlling - she even told her to write a diary of the thoughts and events of the day so that she could read through it at night, nice, baby, nice) and her first command as queen is to spend one hour alone. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">The story fascinates from there, contains her thoughts as she had recorded them and her search for her prince, and I'm guessing their married life and (9!) children (I can't say for sure, I'm not done with the book yet). If you like biographies and you like reading about monarchs and crazy court life, this one will keep your attention. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Two thumbs up. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Peace, love, and read! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Ms. Daisy</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-21429039296084474982014-07-25T13:56:00.002-04:002014-07-25T13:56:29.728-04:00Cooked: A Natural History of Transformation, by Michael Pollan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">I know that I generally have a favorable opinion regarding many of the books I read. (I mean, hey, it's a book. Most of them have something of worth to extract.) As a result, you are probably thinking that I am just going to say good things about everything and yada yada yada.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">But this book, dearies, this book is one you MUST get and read from cover to cover. MUST. This is not one that I am just haphazardly suggesting you read, this one I am telling you to go get - you won't regret it. It is brilliant and worthy of your time.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Michael Pollan is the famous author of <i>The Omnivore's Dilemma</i>. If you're into reading about food, it is likely you've read that book. It is thought provoking, as his work generally is. This book, if I must say, is even better.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Fire, as you may guess, is the manly act of grilling (mainly a manly task - he tackles why through history). He goes deep south to explain to (especially us) northerners what the real definition of barbecue is (and according to his research and those he's apprenticed under - it is NOT a verb). He brings you into the lives of the grill masters, their pit crew and their beginnings, and somehow makes you want to tackle roasting a whole hog in your yard (even if you keep kosher).</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Water is his exploration into what we generally think of as homemade, from scratch, fancy cooking. If you've read David Tanis - <i>that </i>kind of cooking. He makes you want to linger over a pot of onions, slowly releasing sweetness over the course of 45 minutes, not being quick about any of it - but reminding you of being purposeful and taking it easy. I would say in one way, it is carefully and artfully making every single bit of the meal perfect. Not skimping and grabbing Pillsbury pre-made dough, rather making your own. Not using anything that came from a box or a bag (unless your veggies and fruits and herbs come in a bag, I mean). It is the satisfying taste of braised meat in a stew or a homemade spaghetti sauce that you took the whole day (on purpose) to make from scratch.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Then comes the section I was most excited about. Earth. What on earth is earth in cooking, you say? Oh my dears, it's fermentation, of course! Without this section there would be no yogurt, kombucha, kimchi, sauerkraut, beer, mead, cheese and on and on. You know - the things your modern mind tells you that you couldn't POSSIBLY make yourself. He throws that idea in the garbage as he meets and mingles with Sandor Katz, the guru of fermentation (and author of <i>Wild Fermentation</i>, ever heard of it?). He makes beer in his basement. He hangs out with a nun who makes cheese and spanks the FDA with her wooden paddle (okay, not literally, but if you read it you know what I mean). He peeks at the philosophy of the grossies and our fascination with it. He goes to a convention for fermentos who ask Sandor Katz for his autograph. Even though you hate sauerkraut, you kind of want to make it anyway, just to see.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">If you have any interest in food or in cooking whatsoever, you will want to pick this book up. If you want to see how far we have come as a society in our definition of what cooking actually means, go get this book. If you want to be inspired toward perfection in your kitchen, look no further. This is one of the best books I have read in several years. I rank this up there with the likes of <i>Food is Your Best Medicine </i>(Dr. Henry Bieler) and <i>Nutrition and Physical Degeneration </i>(Dr. Weston A. Price). </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">Yes, I suppose these two may be just a weensy bit unrelated (although you could argue that both of these people have made their mark on the world). Nevertheless, I think these are a pair of books you ought to get your hands on.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">As far as the Jamie's America goes, if you've ever read any of his cookbooks, you'll know that if it's from Jamie, it's going to be good. He sections off his recipes based on different areas of the U.S. of A. and writes in those themes. Jamie does food the real deal way. If you have any interest in food at all, you should check this out. (And the pictures and visual quality is eye-catching and equally delicious.)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;">The next book, Anne Boleyn (by Norah Lofts) is a quick course through the life of one of the most mysterious, ambitious, and passionate queens in the world. I have read Alison Weir's work on Anne Boleyn and in comparison with Weir's work, the work of Lofts is less-detailed. This is not a bad thing, however, as Weir knows every detail about everything! She is the go-to for Anne, but Lofts walks you through her life in an interesting way. If you aren't too familiar with Queen Anne, Henry VIII's second queen, I'd recommend this to give you the quick and dirty deets.</span></span><br />
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<br />Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-91632345022820458232014-04-22T11:20:00.002-04:002014-04-22T11:20:54.133-04:00Edith Hahn Beer/Christinia Maria Margarethe Vetter <span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've been reading a bit here and there, picking through some books, reading chapters of some and then forgetting them. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In fact, this post was originally a draft for when I was reading the biography of Alexander the Great probably sometime in December, and has now been adopted to another book I'm tearing through.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I had never heard of this person before and was just wandering around the library shelves when the title stood out to me so much that I picked it up with a , "WHAT?" It's a bit of a shocking title. This one is called, <u style="font-style: italic;">The Nazi Officer's Wife: How One Jewish Woman Survived the Holocaust</u>. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, you will sometimes find a striking title and then the inside of the book will be nothing to write home about. It was a trick, a lure to pull you in and leave you unimpressed.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I can assure you that this is not the case at all with this autobiography.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I opened the book to the middle and read a page, flipped to the front and read another, and then I got sucked in.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was looking forward to starting it last night before bed. I opened to the first page and didn't look at the time or stop once until it was 12:45 a.m. and I was on page 145.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is the story of a Jewish girl in the time of the Holocaust. She has a boyfriend who is a combination of a genius, a wuss bucket, a mama's boy, and a fantastic manipulator. It walks with her through her adapting to someone else's name, and an entirely new identity. She walked out of her life of a university educated lawyer and sunk down to silencing herself to survive, pretending she was a non-opinioned, quiet mousey younger woman. She is sent off to work in asparagus fields, starving, cold and enslaved. Through providential circumstances, she is able to adopt her Aryan friend's identity and papers and moves away. She is terrified of everyone and everything, and the story weaves together the unlikely but fascinating story of how she met and married a Nazi officer.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm 80 pages to the end and I can't put it down, but I had to get on here to tell you about it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you want to get into the life of a fascinating person in frighteningly wild circumstances, hop over to your library and pick up a copy of this book. Or get it on Amazon, however you like to, but get it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This one is HIGHLY recommended.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ms. Daisy</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-79364287870580372592013-10-03T11:25:00.001-04:002013-10-03T11:25:16.507-04:00Salt, Sugar, Fat: How the Food Giants Hooked Us by Michael Moss<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The next book on the docket is <u>Salt, Sugar, Fat: How the Food Giants Hooked Us</u> by Michael Moss. This is a great book!</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am very impressed with the amount of research that Michael Moss does on behalf of this book. He goes inside the depths of the industry to mine out the truth of what is behind the obesity epidemic that is flooding the United States and the world.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It begins with the scene of a meeting where the heads of the largest processed food companies got together to discuss the obesity epidemic and how the blame was about to be laid at their feet. They walked away and decided that they weren't going to do anything about it, whether or not they would be blamed for causing everyone to become Fatty McGhee's. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The book is split up into several sections - salt, sugar and fat. Moss goes through the industry leaving no stone unturned to find out what happened when and shows us that the industry <i>cannot </i>survive if they would be made to remove their cheap sugars, hydrogenated fats and synthetic salts. They would essentially collapse.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It also follows the life of different and interesting people who were giants within the powerhouse companies (like General Mills, Post, Kellogg's, Pepsi-Co, Coca-Cola, etc.). One man was in the running to be the president of Coca-Cola when he found himself in the middle of a personal sea of upset because of his changing view on the product he was selling, promoting and representing. He began to have a heart change and realize that what he was doing was wrong and not the best thing for society and the world. He was one of the most powerful men of all of these companies and he got fired (by a man who was also in the running for president). He left that industry and started working on something he could believe in: selling baby carrots as snack foods.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As you read this, if you grew up in America throughout the 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's or 90's, you will recognize and reflect on the marketing campaigns that were targeted at you and you will get to see their backstory. You will go behind the scenes to find out what was going on and why the chosen techniques were selected to be marketed at you. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I remember the commercials for Frosted Lucky Charms (they're magically delicious!), Hi-C (and the big glass pitcher dancing around with children), Gushers, Jiff, Coke, Keebler products (with their little elves in the tree), Juicy Fruit, and "Yipes, stripes! Fruit Stripe Gum!" It was the world of sugar. You get to check out behind the scenes of the marketing arms of the companies who put out the chemicals and how they got away with it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's quite a history and with this knowledge you are able to become a more aware consumer. I would absolutely recommend that you check it out and read it. You won't look at the processed food industry the same after you do. And it is written in a style that is easy to tear through - you won't be bored and you'll feel like you're getting insider information (because you are!).</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The video is an excerpt about how we got pushed into to eat a zillion jillion pounds of cheese each year. The narrator is Michael Moss. This gives you just a glimpse of some of his reporting and research.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Woah, long title. But the book is easy and interesting reading. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Here's the deal. You know Genghis (that's actually his last name), don't you? He's the dude who started off in the steppes of Asia and took over local clans, then went for empires. He claimed more land than anyone thought possible.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">The book starts out by explaining his family and his history and then goes in to his thought on this subject. The guy was genius.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Here's what he did. When he would conquer some land, he would leave his daughters or his wives (he had 4 at a time) there to rule it. Then he would take the leading men with him to fight and campaign. The bonus in this is that the women have their own power and do not generally seek to usurp more for themselves as they are inherently tied to Genghis himself (and thus intricately tied to the power anyway), which would be a danger in having headstrong and energetic men in charge. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">The daughters married tribe leaders so that there would be peace between groups and then those groups would be brought under the ruling power of Genghis. He would then take his new son-in-law (who had no ruling power of his own, he was known more as the prince consort) to battle with him. Won't the group left behind be more likely to adapt into his empire when their own prince's neck is on the line? He quite thought so, too.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">The women of the empire (his daughters) didn't sit around in fluffy robes and pick their noses all day. They were in charge, under their father, and at times also took up their bow and arrows to fight. They were not wussy little maidens. Their father charged them to be true to their three "husbands" - their reputation, the land they ruled and finally, the human man he wed them to. He said that they were intertwined and would all be mutually beneficial to them if they were faithful to all three.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Ms. Daisy</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-9790256686502669902013-09-04T09:49:00.004-04:002013-09-04T09:49:34.282-04:00Unbound, part 2<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This book was an overwhelming example of strong determination and perseverance. The women who trekked thousands of miles and cared for each other and the men were so strong and so devoted to their cause.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am glad to see that they were so devoted, but their extreme devotion ruined many aspects of their lives (and was horrific and disturbing at times). The women who got pregnant on the Long March were forced to leave their babies behind - some in empty huts, hoping a family would be back soon to help and be willing to adopt the child into their own life; some were left on the side of the road. This is the tragic side of devotion to a cause. Their own family and futures were drastically harmed as they saw the group as more important than their own life and children.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Reading about the Long March did open up that unfamiliar aspect of thought, though. Western society thinks inherently more about the individual than the whole. Each person must fulfill their "own destiny", regardless of what that may come. The people who marched called one another "brother" and "sister" and thought of their own group as a family. This group-think can certainly get things done, but throws your individual life on the altar to the gods of the cause. (Which reminds me of the group-think lauded in books like <i>1984</i> and <i>Brave New World </i>, showing the loss of freedom and thought that such a lifestyle brings.) </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The physical difficulties are incomprehensible - up mountains in the snow with sandaled feet, shreds of clothing, as the wind and the snow rips through your skin and face. At the end of a long day enduring the tortures, stopping too soon or at the wrong place would leave you dead and frozen by morning.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I cannot think of a more grueling physical and emotional experience than this, as these were experienced along side of all of the perils of war. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If you're looking for a read that will take you to the extremes of human capability, this is a great book for you. It is beyond anything you can imagine.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Keep on reading!<br />Ms. Daisy</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-59129597003834468372013-07-28T16:15:00.001-04:002013-09-04T09:49:59.692-04:00Unbound: A True Story of War, Love, and Survival by Dean King<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I picked up a book on Sarah Churchill (a biography), but I was interrupted about seventeen times while I tried to read the first fifteen pages over the course of three weeks so I ditched it for now and grabbed another.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dean King has listened to and rewritten the true stories of several women along the Long March across China during the fight between the CCP (Chinese Communist Party) and Chiang Kaishek (the overall Chinese leader at the time). They travelled ON FOOT for 6,000 miles (10,000 km). There were only 100 women on the march and some crazy amount of men (in the tens of thousands - it may have been 100,000, I forget at the moment). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">More than half of the men died. Almost all of the women lived.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They carried a blanket, a cup, a ration of rice and a pistol. The women were from ten years old to their mid-thirties. They were from well-educated and gentry class down to poor farmers and fishermen's daughters. Some ran away from their abusers to join the group that promised them equality and a new way of life. Some were involved in fighting, some involved in playwriting/editing and propaganda (or as King calls it, "evangelism"). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This book is a page-turner. I think even if you aren't very interested in historical stories, you may find this is better than fiction. (Bonus: you'll learn something while you're reading.)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I gotta get back to it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Go check it out!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Keep on reading,<br />Ms. Daisy</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-42634754123467591362013-07-22T10:44:00.004-04:002013-07-28T16:17:04.845-04:00Louis L'Amour, Education of a Wandering Man (part 2)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhbnPUSLZCbMjOZ_JrEHCc7mDe-kVtxXlrkzK8Riw7roj4bfXecuwC1iuvvjoB0wOqvu00HbIq7Cn4mWaHuinMZa0AZMRQWxbaTxOYsBRmpumfIeZ2BHGZYqcpc-AYaxlTd4xqYah04qT/s1600/wandering+man.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhbnPUSLZCbMjOZ_JrEHCc7mDe-kVtxXlrkzK8Riw7roj4bfXecuwC1iuvvjoB0wOqvu00HbIq7Cn4mWaHuinMZa0AZMRQWxbaTxOYsBRmpumfIeZ2BHGZYqcpc-AYaxlTd4xqYah04qT/s320/wandering+man.JPG" width="194" /></a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I finished the book a week or so ago (finally - I had a few reading detours on the way). What an interesting guy. I know that this was part of his whole life philosophy, but I cannot believe how many books that guy had read. He used to write down all of the books that he read and he gave a sampling from the years 1930-1935 and 1937 (I think) - a few of the years he was reading 120ish books. That is a book every three days for the whole year.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Dude. Crazysauce.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After I read half of it, I realized why he called it his memoir. Have you ever listened to an interesting old guy? I think he was getting toward 80 years old when he wrote it. He meanders around in his thoughts and one thing reminds him of another and he goes and goes as the river in his brain flows.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As I was reading it I felt like I was sitting there listening to him as he sat with a pipe in a high backed chair in front of his fireplace. He had a lot to say and a lot of opinions to share (like most of us do) and it was obvious how his experience brought him to his conclusions.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you're an adventuresome sort or you are someone who doesn't rest and likes a challenge, pick up his book and see if you can compete with him. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I saw that his children were born when he was much older than what is common (he may have been in his 50's or 60's when his children were born). I wonder if he wrote the book because he wanted to pass on his life to them in the event he wouldn't be around to tell them his stories - and so that they could continue to his grandchildren (since, perhaps it is likely that he may not get to spend a lot of time with them).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He explores his philosophies on learning and writing. If you are an aspiring writer, this book may interest and benefit you as he goes through the ups and downs of writing and the persistence necessary to survive through repeated submissions and rejections.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I suggest you give it a whirl - the lives of people are always interesting to hear about, especially when they do things like cross Death Valley, take care of mines by themselves, publish books, hop trains to anywhere and everywhere, sail the world and have encounters with crazy wildlife.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Keep on reading!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ms. Daisy</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-62017743006106665392013-06-25T19:43:00.002-04:002013-06-25T19:43:16.340-04:00Louis L'Amour - his autobiography/memoirs<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A little while ago I read <u>Lonesome Gods</u> by Louis L'Amour. I liked the book somewhat, but when I got to the end of it, they had this blurb that all this crazy nutso adventure stuff was his actual life! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was more intrigued with this piece of information than I had been with the entire book.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I wondered if there was a biography on him to tell more of his crazy adventures, and by golly, by gee, there was.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Woo!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, I found this book called <u>The Education of a Wandering Man</u> . It is his memoirs and it is crazy. This guy's life is more fiction than fiction is.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So he begins by telling of his love for reading and saying he got his education from reading books, not through the traditional way. He has this list of books he ticks off that he read and they are about one million zillion volumes long. He also was a world traveller. He started off one of his first jobs as a man on a boat, working and doing whatever the people told him to. He went all over the world this way. When he arrived back in the United States, he would pick up odd jobs by hopping trains and living in different places and states looking for work. After he would save some money, he'd get on the next train and go find something else to do.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">At one point he decided to be a caretaker of a mine. It was out in the middle of nowhere, just past Death Valley. It was about 70 miles to the next town and he got dropped off by an old man. He said he was lonely. Super lonely. So he read some more books. He wanted to write and to learn, so he was glad for the time to think, but he was still lonely for a kind of companion with whom he might be able to discuss life and literature.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As he was finishing up his job at this mine, he was instructed to get into a Model T and drive back into town. He started her up and all was well...until about three seconds later when he ran over a huge rock and it broke the axle.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He had to WALK THROUGH DEATH VALLEY to get back to town. He carried a can of pears and threw sand at rattlesnakes. He had a four inch scorpion in his boots one morning. He made it through alive to the town by some miracle after several days (he tells the story in detail in the book). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This is where I've left off. This guy was a man's man. If you want an adventure of your life while sitting in the safety of your own living room, pick this one up and shake your head in disbelief. It's more amazing than fiction.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Keep on reading!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ms. Daisy</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-65954956903167072902013-06-21T16:59:00.001-04:002013-06-21T16:59:22.451-04:00Modi: part 2<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I'm almost done with Modi's biography. Poor guy! What a life.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Seriously, you know how artists today are just straight up mostly nutso? Like you know how they have to dress in togas and shave half of their heads and walk around viewing life "artistically"? Well. Yeah. Paris in the time of World War I (or the Great War) was pretty much filled to the top with all sorts of weirdos. Famous artistic weirdos.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So Modi never really got in with a group. He was always out on the fringe. He did get along with women very well and he always treated them in a gentlemanly fashion (he was raised quite bougie). He wanted his models to feel comfortable and he would often sing or recite poetry to them while they were in the studio and he was swigging heavy drink and painting their portraits. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Poor Modi was a drunk. Kinda crazy, too. He ditched his bougie past to live like a vagabond in Paris. His Italian family didn't really understand it and he would send postcards to his mom, whom he loved very much.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He had some love adventures. One of the women was a writer who drove him ballistic crazy beans, she was an insane Englishwoman who used to fight wildly with him in public and in private. No, like fight. Yeah. She was very sassy and together they were like fireworks.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then he got tangled up with this woman who swore that she was having his baby (which he swore wasn't his until his dying day) - and this woman even after his death went to his family and said that the child was his (they politely refused and said any child he claimed they'd be happy to claim, too, but this one wasn't).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The last woman of his life was what he referred to as his "wife", although she wasn't technically (they never got married in a church or even had the papers done through a governmental institution), but he did write this oath that she was his wife and had witnesses sign it. She had a baby with him, a little girl. He was still crazy and out drinking on the town while little wifie-pants stayed home and they employed a wet nurse for the baby.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">His "wife" was only 21 when she found she was pregnant with his second child. It was when this became very turbulent. Poor Modi got sick. Like bad sick.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He had a horrible cough and he was coughing up blood. His doctor misdiagnosed him and he was truly suffering from tubercular meningitis.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Amadeo's friend who was his art dealer was advised by many that since he was sick to hold all sales (until he died - which always skyrockets prices for art). Modi was suffering badly and knew his end was at hand.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He died on Saturday, January 24 at 8:50 p.m. His widowed "wife" stared incomprehensively. She was nine months pregnant. She tried to go in to deliver but they said that it wasn't time.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Two days later, she jumped out of a five story window. His funeral was the next day, paraded through the streets of Paris, followed by Picasso, Leger, Valadon, Kisling, Salmon, Indenbaum, Zborowski and Simone Thiroux. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Their friends said they should have a joint funeral, but since his wife's family hated his guts out and thought it was a worthless peasant, they refused. They came and took away her body in a rush the day after his funeral and refused entry to the friends who followed in taxis to the cemetary.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">His daughter was scooped up by his family and was brought up to live in Livorno, Italy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And his paintings sold at exponential prices.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Poor Modi. What an ending. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Peace, love and don't drink absinthe,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ms. Daisy</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-58120407693460273272013-06-14T22:00:00.001-04:002013-07-28T16:18:26.021-04:00Modigliani: The Pure Bohemian (June Rose)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So yeah, you know how I was reading the <u>Story of Tea</u> ? Well, since I had read it before and I was halfway through it again, I decided to check to see if it had gotten less expensive on half.com so I could adopt it into my library. Lucky duck me, I found it on the cheapo and bought it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Since then I have relagated it to the shelf of resource.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Aaaaand I picked up three biographies/autobiographies instead at the library to tear up.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am up to page 85 on a very interesting one: <u>Modigliani: The Pure Bohemian.</u> Dude, I love Modigliani! Well, not love love. But as for who I enjoy in the age of the modern artists, Modigliani is the one.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I have not read about his life before so I didn't know what to expect. His family was Jewish and Italian and he was from Livorno. In Livorno the Jewish people had been under a special protection (unlike elsewhere) since the time of the Medicis and were encouraged to settle there and were granted equal political rights. He used to hear and then later repeat that his family was 'bankers to the Pope'.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He had times of illness in his youth and his mother doted on him intensely. He was the baby of the family and she took great care and showed much concern for him. In his sickness, he convinced his mother to let him go to art school. Since he was a bit spoiled, she allowed it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Eventually he grew up and was given an allowance from his family so he could try to make it in Paris. He moved so much that people who try to piece together his history have extreme difficulty in doing so. He kept his slightly bougie attitude in the midst of the completely impoverished artists who were his peers. In this he stood out and was never fully part of a group. He looked up to Picasso and Matisse. He mixed in Paris in the time of all of those modern artists (can you even imagine Paris in that time!?).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Many of the artists were going toward cubism and futurism and swearing off nudes and the old masters. He couldn't go there. He wanted to be a sculptor but lacked means to get supplies to do it and on the rare occasion he got his hands on some stone, he would get into coughing fits from the dust. A sad juxtaposition, no?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, that's where I'm at. Wanna read it?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Keep reading, m'dears,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ms. Daisy</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-9780198443632570622013-06-03T13:31:00.000-04:002013-06-03T13:33:10.892-04:00The Story of Tea, Heiss <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've just started this new book this week, <u>The Story of Tea</u>, by the Heisses. I have actually read this book before (Maybe last year, maybe longer?), but it is filled with so many wonderful piles of information that you really probably should read it about fifty times. It's like <i>the </i>textbook on all things tea.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And I love tea.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Fits perfectly.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I love how they incorporate so many aspects of tea - they start off with the history of tea and how it was used as currency, about how the different Chinese dynasties developed their own knack for what they wanted in tea (from actual tea leaves to the porcelains to the different tea ceremonies), how sometimes tea was totally off-limits to commoners and how special teas were for the emperor only (usually the ones that were the most delicate and the "first-plucked"), how it came to Japan, how the British developed it in India but thought it was a different species from the China bush (it isn't, it's just a different variety - in China it grows like a bush and in India it grows like a tree), how the Dutch got involved, how the Americans dumped tea in the Boston harbor and went for coffee instead and so many other lovely ditties.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I prefer non-fiction to fiction, so this suits my taste (Get it? Taste! Ha!) just fine.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I love how they explain about how different teas are made and how they get into the "terroir" of certain teas. They've been all over the globe tea trekking and have had tea with the monks and have visited sacred tea gardens, they've visited tea factories in China and watched small villages bring in their own harvest and hand-roll their delicate green teas. These people know their stuff.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you're somewhat of a tea snob, you've got to get your hands on this book. Warning: it may increase your snobbery, but you'll be so glad it did.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This book will appeal to your senses because I guarantee that you can't really get through chapter 2 without sitting down and reading with a lovely warm glass of the elixir as your companion. As you drink it, you'll get to wondering about its far travel to your own favorite tea cup.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And that, my fellow readers, is where I am today. I got my copy at the library, perhaps you can find yours there too?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Happy reading and tea-ing,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ms. Daisy</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-56528636762997774022013-05-31T15:32:00.002-04:002013-05-31T15:32:58.305-04:00L'Amour: The Lonesome Gods, finished<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Okay, I finished it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yeah, it was a heck of a lot more exciting in the end than it was in the beginning. Did you finish it? What do you think?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was overwhelmed with the amount of enemies coming from every direction, actually. I was like <i>how can one person who is not Monsanto have that many people hate them at once? </i>It was a bit trying emotionally. But then again, I get stressed out when Ariel (the little mermaid) is up on land and I'm thinking her father is going to kind of wonder where she is for three days and she is going to be totally busted. Won't he notice she's gone? How can that even be pulled off? But I digress.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So, obviously, that. But besides that, I was pleased with how Tia Elena and Miss Nesslerode developed their character and weren't afraid of the crazy guys. After I finished the book, I said to myself, "Well, I guess things probably haven't changed too much in any of the big cities. People are still getting killed multiple times a day. Like he said, people from ancient times have been clubbing each other over the head with rocks and who knows what, so why would we be shocked it is still going on?" Now people just do it the quicker and less-painful way by letting off some bullets.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When I got to the end of the book, I read (in my version) that Louis L'Amour lived a life that was similar to Johannes. Now THIS was impressive. The story, while some parts were a little out of the ordinary, seemed mostly believable (except for the giant uncle living in the mountains and him finding the black stallion out in the middle of the desert - teensy bit unlikely, but at least humanly possible.). But when I heard this was essentially a fictionally derived version of his life, I was totally impressed with this guy. He had been all over the world and learned martial arts, and did plenty of other crazy things, not to mention having about 10 different jobs. So, I liked the author more at the end than I did upon starting.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Quite frankly, I'm not really into Native American spirituality (no offense anyone), just not on my top ten list. That came through quite a bit in the story (throwing the rocks on the piles as he passed) and it seemed he was attributing his "luck" to the now lonesome gods watching over him. I did like how he continually emphasized to try to think calmly and rationally under stress and the repeated appearance of confidence via slow breathing and his creative bluffs.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Meghan, although she may come off to some as brave, seemed to be more foolish and easily-swayed to me and I disliked her because of her stupidity in those areas. Her redeeming quality of beauty, although beneficial, seemed a little wasted on her. I was glad for things to turn around for her and for her to get a brain in the end and to see that she had enough cojones (yeah, not literally) to shoot that dude when he was going to attack her.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was bothered that Uncle Al died without meeting Johannes. I thought that would have brought some good closure to them both, especially being that they were family and neither one of them had much of that. But alas, I am not the author, so it is what it is.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am not that far out of it, so those are just my first impressions upon finishing it. Not very deep, just stuff I was thinking about.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anything you want to say about it? Was it believable or too far-fetched for you? Which characters did you like best? Were you surprised Miss Nesselrode was from Russia? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That's all for me for now. Keep reading!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ms. Daisy</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-10625687794179113572013-05-28T13:50:00.002-04:002013-05-28T13:50:48.289-04:00Lonesome Gods, Louis L'Amour<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am currently reading <u>Lonesome Gods</u> by Louis L'Amour. It was something my dear friend started reading and said it was so good that I wanted to read it too. (She's awesome, by the way. But duh. Like I would pick un-awesome friends!)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The basic deal is this is a sort of western novel. I've never read a western novel before and when she said it was, I was kind of put off by it. Not my kind of thing, really. But it is a classic. She said not to worry because it was very good and L'Amour is an excellent writer who has a knack for nature and incorporating it into his writing.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I bit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She was right. She told me the first fifty or so pages were a bit dry. Yes. They were.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Then things started to pick up.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The star of the show is this young boy. When the story starts off, his mother has already died and his father is about to die. It is set in the west (going to California) in the 1800's. He's only 6 when we begin the story, but by the things his father teaches him to do, until you find out he's a 6 year-old, you think he's probably 12.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Johannes' (that's the boy) maternal grandfather hates his father enough to be on an at least decade long rager bent on killing him. Nobody is sure if he'll want to kill Johannes, too (at first - you find out later he quite might).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">L'Amour seems to have a fascination with nature, Native American traditions and gods, a belief in evolution and a love for classic authors. Or at least those seem to be expressed repeatedly throughout this work.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If you get your hands on it, tell me what you think. I'm at this point only in chapter 28 (out of 61), so I can't give you the full-throttle version yet.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Keep on readin',</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ms. Daisy</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1730466304284856204.post-82250316696020721092013-05-28T13:36:00.001-04:002013-05-28T13:36:14.847-04:00A what?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Maybe you like to read. Maybe not (maybe the last time you did that was in college). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I do. If you want, we could read a book together. You could tell me what you think of it. Not like an intense thing, like you have to study for a quiz and answer all the questions and write an essay and take a test. It's like, if you want to read something and you like reading something someone else is reading, well then. We've got something in common.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I just thought you could share your thoughts, what kinds of things stand out to you, if you want to get all deep and philosophical but nobody else will listen to your awesome ideas, we will here.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Just an idea. You don't have to like it or participate in it. I'll just be reading books anyway. (Fine! Go play on your side of the playground!) But you're invited to do so.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Welcome, lovelies!</span>Ms. Daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15626373614872274965noreply@blogger.com0