Teaser Tuesday

What kind of woman has a saffron quilt on her bed? Wears a white linen dressing gown? Keeps beside her bed a stack of gardening books? Stores all her clothes in a shabby antique wardrobe, with a mirror built into its door? Who is she when she is in this room, alone and unobserved, and… Continue reading Teaser Tuesday

Library Loot 7.18.10

Library Loot is a weekly event co-hosted by Eva and Marg that encourages readers to share the goodies that they picked up at their libraries each week! I got many treats at the library yesterday – mainly due to their recently expanded Graphic Novels section, which made me incredibly happy to discover. From top to bottom: Circle… Continue reading Library Loot 7.18.10

Teaser Tuesday

To figure out how best to prevent motion sickness, you first need to figure out how best to bring it on. Aerospace research has excelled at the latter, if not the former, and perhaps nowhere more triumphantly than at the U.S. Naval Aerospace Medical Institute in Pensacola, Florida: the birthplace of the human disorientation device.… Continue reading Teaser Tuesday

A Saturday Morning in Stars Hallow

My best friend Emma and I have many things in common, including (but not limited to) our love for books, children’s literature, Bruegger’s Bagels, the Anne of Green Gables mini-series, paper, pens, touring the homes of dead authors, bookplates, Crazy Bread, James Taylor, John Mayer, popcorn, road trips, Ireland, hooded sweatshirts, and tacos. But by… Continue reading A Saturday Morning in Stars Hallow

Teaser Tuesday

In 1943, when Ireland was officially in Emergency mode, an American B-17 Flying Fortress en route from Marrakesh to England got lost and went off course. Almost out of fuel, the crew of the T’ain’t-a-Bird made a forced, unscheduled landing in White’s Marsh, outside Clonakilty. Looking out, the crew of ten thought they were in… Continue reading Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesday

All immediate hints of purpose went out of the rooms themselves. Showers in kitchens, toilets in living rooms, sinks in bedrooms. It was as if Picasso were born a slumlord instead of a painter. Nothing was where you thought it would be, which would be eccentric in a mansion but was disarming in an apartment.… Continue reading Teaser Tuesday

Sunday at the Met

A few of my friends and I have established a new tradition this year called “The Sunday Brunch/Museum Group” (yes – we might need a better name). A few weeks ago we went to brunch at Lillies (now one of my favorite brunch spots in the city) and then headed over to the Met for… Continue reading Sunday at the Met

Teaser Tuesday

When she was not looking for her name, she was writing it, and not just Charlotte either as she would have put on her books at home, or even at the little village school where she went before. Charlotte alone proved no identity at all. Charlotte Mary Makepeace she wrote in full and in her… Continue reading Teaser Tuesday