Writer guy goes back to stay at his vacation retreat after his wife dies. Wierd stuff happens. Mostly pretty good book.
QUOTE:
Johanna once said that if I was drowning at Dark Score Lake, where we have a summer home, I would die silently fifty feet out from the public beach rather than yell for help... But if someone asks me, "Are you all right?" I can't answer no. I can't say help me.
A whole bunch of short stories that I'm thinking I may have read twenty years ago. Some pretty darn good ones in there. King's non-fiction piece about his son's Little League team was great, I don't even like baseball!
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!
Quote:
There was something very centering about peeling potatoes.
Quote:
"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."
Quote:
Where in blazes do you get meteoric iron these days? I can't even get embroidery floss that's dyed the same color twice.
Quote:
"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?"
Quote:
"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."
Quote:
"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."
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.
Quotes:
"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.