Here, we talk about books, history (actual and alternative), the latest discoveries in archaeology, music, movies, and just life in general. Whatever catches my interest at the time. Occasionally, I’ll post a scrap kit for you to download. This doesn’t happen as often as I’d like anymore, but that’s life.
Before downloading any of my scrapbook freebies, please take the time to read my Terms. Downloading any of my creations implies an agreement to these terms, whether or not you have actually read them. My terms may be changed at any time without notice, so be sure to check back. Thank you and have fun!
My book reviews express my own opinions and feelings about books I’ve read, but if you want to repost them elsewhere, then feel free to do so. With appropriate credit, of course.
My long abandoned 4shared account expired a few months ago. I’ve spent some time today and this morning going through my posts, deleting all 4shared download links. I’ve also edited my Scrapdex to reflect these changes.
Unfortunately, this means that many of my early kits are no longer available. If I can find the time, I may attempt to recreate and/or redo some of them.
I’m aware that some of the deleted kits have been used by tutorial writers. I’m sorry for any inconvenience this may cause them and those that wish to learn from their work by using mine. Because of this, I’m going to relax my Terms for these kits: Let’s Go to the Movies and Artist at Work. The tutorial writer, Angel’s Tuts, is here given permission to upload these kits and offer them for download from their blog if they so choose. No one else.
When I went to bed last night, all local stations, and the National Weather Service, were forecasting something between 0.5 and 1 inch of snow. Imagine my surprise when I woke up and it was already snowing in some areas and they started throwing 2 and 3 inches around.
This is what my backyard looks like right now, and it’s still falling.
We’re finally thawing out today. Getting rid of the ice that still clings to the shadows. Tomorrow, it’s going to rain and not freeze. Of course, next week we’re headed back to the freezer with chances of snow. As one of the local meteorologists put it, we’re going from brutal to bitter. All I know is that days will be above freezing and the nights in the double digits. That gets a big “Woohoo!” from me.
Otherwise known as my front yard. I think that freezing rain is the most beautiful form of precipitation produced by Mother Nature. Everything glistens and sparkles. Unfortunately, they also slip and slide. Right now, we still have power, but the the lights have flickered every now and then, and the next block over lost theirs about 6:30 this morning. So, fingers crossed. I have plans for a big, warm, comforting bowl of beef stew for dinner, and I can’t do that if I don’t have electricity. Knock on wood.
Here are some photos of the glimmering gorgeousness:
The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy by Rachel Joyce
The Witch of Painted Sorrows by M. J. Rose
Vanishing Girls by Lauren Oliver
And, one I hadn’t been aware of before but sounds really good, Where All the Light Tends to Go by David Joy. The librarians recommend it for fans of Ron Rash, which I most definitely am.
Here’s the blurb:
The area surrounding Cashiers, North Carolina, is home to people of all kinds, but the world that Jacob McNeely lives in is crueler than most. His father runs a methodically organized meth ring, with local authorities on the dime to turn a blind eye to his dealings. Having dropped out of high school and cut himself off from his peers, Jacob has been working for this father for years, all on the promise that his payday will come eventually. The only joy he finds comes from reuniting with Maggie, his first love, and a girl clearly bound for bigger and better things than their hardscrabble town.
Jacob has always been resigned to play the cards that were dealt him, but when a fatal mistake changes everything, he’s faced with a choice: stay and appease his father, or leave the mountains with the girl he loves. In a place where blood is thicker than water and hope takes a back seat to fate, Jacob wonders if he can muster the strength to rise above the only life he’s ever known.
Am I the only one who wishes this “phenomenon” would just go away? Or, at the very least, that I didn’t hear about it every time I turn on the T.V.? And, before any of you decide to point this out, I know I’m adding to it by writing this. What can I say, the hoopla is finally getting to me.
First, it was the books. I held out against the public mania and have not read them. Mostly because my sister read the first one and told me it was like a Barbara Cartland novel, but with sex. That’s all I needed to know to stay far, far away.
Now its the movie. And let us not forget the soundtrack. When will enough be enough?
I was very sad to learn of the death of Colleen McCullough. Although it was her epic saga The Thorn Birds that made her famous, I met her work with Fortune’s Favorites, the third book in her Masters of Rome series. Before this, I was not a huge fan of Roman history, and I’m still not, but I love this series. McCullough took me on a fascinating journey through the last century of the Republic from the rise of Gaius Marius to the fall of Antony and Cleopatra. Never has Roman politics been made so hilarious. I’ve always wondered what she could have done with the tragedy, farce, and fiasco of the early Empire.