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Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Saturday, 6 February 2021
Thursday, 15 May 2014
Wild Books
Have you heard of releasing a book into the wild? It is when you leave a book in a public place to be claimed by some lucky random person, there is a message in the book asking for the stranger to re-release the book when they have read it. If you register with the "book crossing" website, you can track where the book goes.
I love the idea and i also wonder whether many random book finders are up for playing the game. I am about to find out.
In my ongoing attempt to beat clutter I have selected a number of books for re-homing and what better to do with them than free them to the workings of serendipity? I have ordered cute stickers to put on the books explaining what to do with them and how to register them for global tracking, now i just have to wait for the stickers and figure out where to free the books.
I had a number of childrens books that a freecycler was interested in picking up until she realised that they were above the ability level of her boys so i am considering releasing some childrens books as well, wouldnt that be a wonderful thing for a kid to take an interest in?
Where might you release a book?
Might you put a handwritten message in it?
Saturday, 29 August 2009
It's been a funny day. It started quite overcast and I took the taffster to the vets. He had naughtily tried to break his fast by snuffling in the bin but I think I caught him before he got anything.
Then I went to the local mega-mall determined to spend a $50 book voucher I got for my birthday 4 months ago.
Where to begin? The bargain tables had plenty on offer and I might have got 6 or 7 books for that money but I kept wandering, looked at childrens books keeping in mind my older nieces, then kept going to the cook books. I especially take note of the "one pot" books and the slow cooking books. There were some beautiful books with luscious photos and beautiful printing on lust-worthy papers and I lingered long in the cooking section but finally decided to move on. Penguin classics caught my eye and I was quietly pleased that I have actually read some good literature before my days of quick bites from newspapers and magazines. Little Women, To Kill a Mockingbird, Around the world in Eighty days, Seven Little Australians and Love in the time of Cholera have all passed through my hands, albeit long ago.
A final decision to go for a bit of everything saw me choose Sartre so I can say I have read him (The age of Reason); "Shantaram", a 900 odd page novel by an Australian and to satisfy my hunger for crime: "Celluloid Serial Killers- the real monsters behind the movies".
I went to get coffee and doughnuts and was sitting quietly with them when an old fella came along and very enthusiastically used his newspaper to flick away invisible crumbs from the long communal table. I don't normally worry too much about anything I see in public spaces but this guy got me quite offended. He was flicking the perceived dirt all over everyone else at the table and his disregard made me see red. It's not like the "dirt" bothered me, I just sit and eat, paying scant regard to others' crumbs but his aggressive carry on annoyed me out of all proportion. (didya notice???)
I came home soon after that, did a few things and sneaked a long browse through my serial killer book. It's fascinating in it's horror.
An errand or two and a coffee with Mum & Dad saw out the rest of the time before going to collect our Taff. He is not the dog I know right now, he is wobbly and sleepy and won't eat but he impressed the vet with his co-operation and the nurse with his cuteness and he is showing his indomitable spirit.
So, there you have my day. I'm off to do some cleaning up, make a cuppa, read a little and generally be a domestic goddess.
You have fun, y'all
♥
Then I went to the local mega-mall determined to spend a $50 book voucher I got for my birthday 4 months ago.
Where to begin? The bargain tables had plenty on offer and I might have got 6 or 7 books for that money but I kept wandering, looked at childrens books keeping in mind my older nieces, then kept going to the cook books. I especially take note of the "one pot" books and the slow cooking books. There were some beautiful books with luscious photos and beautiful printing on lust-worthy papers and I lingered long in the cooking section but finally decided to move on. Penguin classics caught my eye and I was quietly pleased that I have actually read some good literature before my days of quick bites from newspapers and magazines. Little Women, To Kill a Mockingbird, Around the world in Eighty days, Seven Little Australians and Love in the time of Cholera have all passed through my hands, albeit long ago.
A final decision to go for a bit of everything saw me choose Sartre so I can say I have read him (The age of Reason); "Shantaram", a 900 odd page novel by an Australian and to satisfy my hunger for crime: "Celluloid Serial Killers- the real monsters behind the movies".
I went to get coffee and doughnuts and was sitting quietly with them when an old fella came along and very enthusiastically used his newspaper to flick away invisible crumbs from the long communal table. I don't normally worry too much about anything I see in public spaces but this guy got me quite offended. He was flicking the perceived dirt all over everyone else at the table and his disregard made me see red. It's not like the "dirt" bothered me, I just sit and eat, paying scant regard to others' crumbs but his aggressive carry on annoyed me out of all proportion. (didya notice???)
I came home soon after that, did a few things and sneaked a long browse through my serial killer book. It's fascinating in it's horror.
An errand or two and a coffee with Mum & Dad saw out the rest of the time before going to collect our Taff. He is not the dog I know right now, he is wobbly and sleepy and won't eat but he impressed the vet with his co-operation and the nurse with his cuteness and he is showing his indomitable spirit.
So, there you have my day. I'm off to do some cleaning up, make a cuppa, read a little and generally be a domestic goddess.
You have fun, y'all
♥
Tuesday, 11 March 2008
Angela's Ashes
Bindi tagged me, the rules being to quote the first five sentences of page 123 of the book I'm reading. I'm not a great reader these days so it's lucky I have something to quote:
At night three of us sit under the light pole at the top of the street reading, Mikey, Malachy and I. The Molloys are like us with their father drinking the dole money or the wages, leaving no money for candles or parrafin oil for the lamp. Mikey reads books and the rest of us read comic books. His father , Peter, brings books from the Carnegie Library so that he'll have something to do when he's not drinking pints or when he's looking after the family anytime Mrs Molloy is in the lunatic asylum......
Angela's Ashes was a Pulitzer prize winner over 10 years ago, so I expect it's probably familiar territory to many. If you haven't read it you should.
Tonight I don't want to think too hard so I'm going to tell you just one thing I liked about the book.
I came across a euphemism I've never heard before: "the excitement". It's clever because it can be used a couple of ways: his excitement refers to a piece of anatomy, the excitement is an act.
It's a wonderful bit of English. Bonking, screwing, shagging or (worst of all) rooting are quite descriptive of a senseless, cold, possibly one-night-stand style of activity. Making love is a perfect description of, um, making love but when overused it belittles the whole concept. "Doing the excitement" is a great way to talk about a type of sex that's affectionate, respectful but not neccessarily an expression of love.
I haven't talked about the quote at all, I know. I will. It's harrowing stuff to think about though so another day, eh?
love to all
kyles
At night three of us sit under the light pole at the top of the street reading, Mikey, Malachy and I. The Molloys are like us with their father drinking the dole money or the wages, leaving no money for candles or parrafin oil for the lamp. Mikey reads books and the rest of us read comic books. His father , Peter, brings books from the Carnegie Library so that he'll have something to do when he's not drinking pints or when he's looking after the family anytime Mrs Molloy is in the lunatic asylum......
Angela's Ashes was a Pulitzer prize winner over 10 years ago, so I expect it's probably familiar territory to many. If you haven't read it you should.
Tonight I don't want to think too hard so I'm going to tell you just one thing I liked about the book.
I came across a euphemism I've never heard before: "the excitement". It's clever because it can be used a couple of ways: his excitement refers to a piece of anatomy, the excitement is an act.
It's a wonderful bit of English. Bonking, screwing, shagging or (worst of all) rooting are quite descriptive of a senseless, cold, possibly one-night-stand style of activity. Making love is a perfect description of, um, making love but when overused it belittles the whole concept. "Doing the excitement" is a great way to talk about a type of sex that's affectionate, respectful but not neccessarily an expression of love.
I haven't talked about the quote at all, I know. I will. It's harrowing stuff to think about though so another day, eh?
love to all
kyles
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