Paula Danziger died today. No link; I don't know if it will make the newswires, but the news comes from somebody I trust.
We're Literary 2: To Read Makes Our Speaking English Good
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
I loved her books. And yes, yet another person who gets "Do you read all those books?" And, from all my murder and cop talk "How can you read all that stuff?"(Because I was Philip Marlowe in another life. :) My family generally gives me books and says things like "This was the dirtiest thing I ever read. Do you want it?"
Paula Danziger died today. No link; I don't know if it will make the newswires, but the news comes from somebody I trust.
:( Very, very sad. She was a genius.
I think at this point my wife and I have more books than apartment. I dream of being able to have them shelved one book deep. Also, of being able to shelve my comics, instead of marooning them in longboxes...
Of course, we'd need probably a whole other house to live in, then. But I'm comfortable with that.
THANK you, Joe. That is a wonderful, wonderful poem.
Seconded to the nth degree. Delicious.
Paula Danziger died today. No link; I don't know if it will make the newswires, but the news comes from somebody I trust.
Oh no. Betsy, I saw your post the other day mentioning her heart problems. How old was she? :(
(I suddenly have the urge to eat pistachios)
The posts here today led me to culling some books off my cases as I moved them last night. Not much, but after moving all the bookcases this month I think I pulled a total of 10 books off. I think my shelves will clear out as I start reading more off the TBR shelves. Surely I like everything that is there.
And getting back in the habit of using my library has helped to slow the buying of more.
Paula Danziger died today. No link; I don't know if it will make the newswires, but the news comes from somebody I trust.
Oh, no! God, I love her books!
(I suddenly have the urge to eat pistachios)
Heh. Me, too.
I feel sad about people not enjoying books too, but I imagine they also feel sad about me not enjoying mountain bike riding (or whatever), so it all evens out.
Last night I went over to Mom's and we culled the book closet she has. It's supposed to be a linen closet or soemthing but it's the only place to store books.
We pulled out a lot of books and I hated getting rid of some of them but I have no room or haven't read them, and I had to convince myself that just because something was a gift I'm not compelled to keep it.
At some point Mom got several boxes of books at a garage sale from a former English teacher so she has lots of classics and we found 3 copies of The Diary of Anne Frank and 4 of A Seperate Peace.