The author tells his story of being a farmer for twenty years, then a teacher, and how he came to write his many books. Most poignant was the anecdote of Charlie the Budgerigar, at which I teared.
Good story of a girl who finds out her mother is a sorceress, and NOT a nice one, either!
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There was something very centering about peeling potatoes.
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"If anyone asks, I had very harsh words with you about speaking so of your betters and so forth."
"I was quaking in my boots, ma'am."
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Where in blazes do you get meteoric iron these days? I can't even get embroidery floss that's dyed the same color twice.
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"This isn't even a collection," said Hester, gazing at the precarious stacks. "This is a hoard. Did you grandfather sleep on them like a dragon, too?"
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"Damn it all," her mother said from the edge of the wood. Her tone was mild and slightly exasperated. "I suppose if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself."
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"Madam." He frowned at her. "I am a butler. Do you truly believe that I do not know how to dispatch a houseguest if required?"
"I always liked you, Willard."
What a fun title! Teen Mona is a baker in her aunt's bakery. She is also a wizard, but her magic only works in baking, pretty much.
This story is a little dark, but nicely done. My favorite character is "Bob".
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Sometimes Bob would put out a mushy tentacle of dough and touch me on the shoulder.
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The cookie tweaked my ear indignantly at that.
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The bread crust still didn't show much initiative.
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THE AUTHOR, I thought gloomily, had clearly never met a capital letter he didn't like. -- Not unlike a certain president?
One of the Red Glove series. Inspirational stories are not my cuppa, but I must admit I teared up a tiny bit at the end.
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"Nerves of steal, Meade." -- pg. 74 steel?
...packing M-16 machine guns... -- pg. 111 I thought they were assault weapons?
He'd been in more firestorms than he could count... -- pg. 113 Or maybe firefights?
He closed his eyes. God...you did this, didn't You? -- pg 148 I guess all the guys that died had no one who wanted to see them for Christmas.
Cosima goes back to her hometown of Grace, Arizona, to see how her elderly doctor father is doing. Except it seems to be a very dusty town, if you know what I mean. Very enjoyable.
Growing up poor and an orphan in Tennessee during the Oxycodone era. Really good!!
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I asked Mom one time how to fix the bed so it was covered up like you see them on TV, which she thought was dead hilarious.
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Okay yes, there are the Gola Hams of this world, -- What is a Gola Ham??
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"If you say so," I told her. "But will I always still be in a bottle?"
She laughed. "The world's a bottle, Demon. Gravity and shit. Don't expect miracles."
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I thought a lot about my mom's months- and years- sober chips I used to screw around with like play money instead of the damn gold doubloons they were .
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I saw a hoot owl. It was hiding, all the same colors as tree bark, but outed by a mob of loud crows that had their grudge against it -- I read that as "a mob of loud cows"...
A busker, a maid, and an apprentice clockmaker join forces to help each other overcome their problems. Sort of steampunkish, what with the talking mechanical head and all. Good story!
Words I Had To Look Up:
carbuncle (pg. 29) -- A carbuncle is an archaic name given to any red cabochon cut gemstone. It's also a yucky skin infection!
Kip Largo, ex-con/con man, has to run a con to save his son from a gambling debt. Pretty funny in parts, but the ending seems real noir, if I'm using the term correctly.
It wasn't until I read the author's notes at then end did I realize I've read another book by this that I like very much. This one is about the transportation of women prisoners to Australia/Tasmania.