books
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A Rambling on about unfinished pages, beloved rereads, and the one book I will never truly be done with. I have a complicated relationship with unfinished books. Not hostile, exactly. More like the relationship one has with exercise equipment bought in January… hopeful, slightly guilty, and occasionally dusted with good intentions. There are books on…
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Conspiracy theories that hit close, make me wonder, and refuse to leave quietly… There is no shortage of conspiracy theories in this world. Some are so wild they need a helmet and a seat belt before you even read them. Others, though, have a way of nudging at the back of your mind and whispering,…
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Because I am never satisfied with simple… Let’s dream deeper. Some people dream of dinner with movie stars, royalty, or long-lost relatives. Me? I want a table crowded with authors, the sort of gathering where the coffee gets cold, the candles burn low, and the food grows cold. I feel that nobody would even notice…
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A short, sharp salute to the quotes of Mark Twain covering honesty, momentum, silence, and suspiciously flexible memory…. I consider myself a wordsmith… I have loved words, quotes, and storytelling all my years. I was so blessed to have so many storytellers in my life to feed my mind and heart. I heard a lot…
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There is something deeply human about finishing a book, closing the cover, and still feeling the story moving around inside us. Sometimes we are satisfied. Sometimes we are unsettled. And sometimes, if we are honest, we sit there quietly wishing the ending had gone another way. That feeling raises a question I have been turning…
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If I could have dinner with any fictional character, I would absolutely choose Jessica Fletcher from Murder, She Wrote. Not a superhero. Not a wizard. Not someone with a dragon or a secret kingdom. Give me J.B. Fletcher, mystery writer, world traveler, Cabot Cove icon, and the woman most likely to solve a murder before…
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Reading has always been a form of travel for me. I can be sitting in my favorite chair, wearing socks that absolutely do not match, and suddenly I am walking cobblestone streets, crossing windswept fields, or standing at the edge of some ancient cliff with my imagination doing all the heavy lifting. Books do that.…
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If I had to be an animal for exactly one week—not forever, not for tax reasons, just one weird magical trial period—I would absolutely be an otter. Not a lion. Not an eagle. Not one of those majestic horses in perfume commercials. An otter. Why? Because otters seem like they have cracked the code to…
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Sequels are tricky little creatures. Sometimes they arrive like an invited guest bearing dessert, and sometimes they show up unannounced, wearing muddy boots, asking where the snacks are. The question I am pondering today is, who gets to decide whether a book deserves—or even needs—a sequel? My answer is simple… the writer does. The author.…
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Today’s prompt sent me on a trip down memory lane. It made me think deeply about the books I have read, the films I have watched, the recordings I have heard, and the newspaper stories that have stayed with me long after I first encountered them. It made me ask myself: what changed me? What…
Dirt Road Therapy 