Nemo and her dad live in a lighthouse. Mom is no longer living, and Dad goes out to rescue someone and is lost at sea. Uncle Philip, a staid, single man with no sense of adventure, becomes her guardian. Nemo discovers that if she dreams, she can find her dad again. While dreaming, she meets the outlaw, Flip, and the two of them search for, and find, a secret treasure map, and the magic pearl to grant their hearts desire. Flip wants to know who he really is so he can wake up, Nemo wants to see her dad.
This is a kid’s movie, so you know how it’s going to end. And you know there will be all sorts of adventures and dreams before that end. My friend and I thought it was a nice change of pace, we laughed, I cried, we totally enjoyed it. It was not at all difficult to get totally immersed in the movie.
Hoo Boy — the lows will be 30 down to 26. The highs will be 34 to 45. No wonder a lot of animals hibernate. I think I’l like to be a bear, I could get my fill of fresh salmon and berries, and then go sleep it off all winter, to wake to spring sunshine and warmth.
Weird Laws of Physics:
Okay, it may not be physics, it may be a weird law of nature, or a weird law of an old God somewhere. I truly don’t know. If you do, please enlighten me in the Comment section.
I’m sure you’ve noticed when with another person and he yawns, you can’t help yourself, you yawn too. And more often than not, tell him to stop doing it. If the room is full of people, it doesn’t take long for everyone in the room to start yawning. Why? Surely, we aren’t all suddenly wanting a nap, or are we?
This sort of falls into the category of, “An interesting thing happened on my way to the Forum.” Oh, wait, it’s been so many years since I’ve been to the Forum I can’t remember. It was for sure, B. C. (before children). I was writing a text to a friend and wrote: “…pleasures of any size always expand when acknowledged. One of those rules I’ve never understood. Kinda like yawns. Once someone in the room yawns, everyone has to take a turn.” (A funny, as soon as I wrote the word ‘yawn,’ I had to yawn.) He responded that he did too. Several in a row. Once for each yawn typed. As did I. (yawn)
Did you just yawn, or want to? I had no idea I was susceptible to yawning just seeing the word, let alone typing it.
I looked up Yawn Contagion, and the answer is, nobody knows what causes it. People who study that stuff have all kinds of ideas, but no solid, cast in bronze, answers. Everything from mirroring to evolution, that if one person does it, it must be good to do, so everyone does it.
Ann Rice:
The gothic queen dies Saturday night. I believe it was from effects of a stroke she suffered. I enjoyed the books I read by her, except the Lestat books. My three favorites were and are, Ramses the Damned, Feast of All Saints, and Cry to Heaven. I understand she and her son, Christopher Rice wrote a sequel to Ramses the Damned that is due out next Spring. I can hardly wait.
Entertainment:
TV: MSNBC: Watched a delightful documentary, Paper and Glue. Even if you don’t normally watch that channel, check out when they will replay it again, or go online and see if you can find it. It’s about an artist named JR and his art is very large photos. He started as a graffiti artist in Paris. He has brought communities together, helped men in US Super Max prisons. It’s just a great 2 hours. You will feel better for having watched it than not.
Books: Remember, if I finish a book, I review it Rainy Day Reads
I’m a little over halfway through Humans of Climate Change: A Cultural Journey to Explore Climate-Change Impacts, Solutions, and Hope —by Kaden Hogan. This is a fascinating book, and no matter what you think of Climate Change, I think this book would interest you.
Auntie Lenora’s Bookstore:
Please note, my Web Guru (I have a hard time calling her my Web Mistress because as you well know, Auntie Lenora does NOT like arachnids, and web builders remind me too much of the 8-legged critters. BTW, I have a rule, if I see one inside my house, it’s dead; if I see one outside in their house, I step around it, maybe photograph it, but I respect their home and by golly they should respect mine!) Anyhow, we have a new tab on the page: Bookstore, and if you have a book you’re written for sale, I’m happy to put it up there with all the information, such as how many pages, how much money (incl s/h if you ship). The ISBN so they can get it from their local bookseller if they want.
“A Yawn may not be polite, but at least it’s an honest opinion.”
“A yawn is a silent scream for a coffee.”
You may have noticed your Coffee Break Escape is a tad later than normal today. That’s because a very good friend of Auntie Lenora sent her a manuscript to read and comment on, and she was soooo excited about reading it she forgot to schedule it last night. It’s really Sammy Brave Dog’s fault—he is falling down on his chores and will have a sit-down with HR either later today or tomorrow to discuss. And isn’t that a shame, so close to Winter Holidays and all 😉 Happy Shopping!
Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit! I don’t know how many times I’ve seen Chocolat, starring Johnny Deep, Judi Dench and others, and I just now learned it’s really a story of Paganism v. Christianity. Fortunately, the pagan has chocolate on her side 😉 All this time I marveled at Depp’s acting, at Judi Dench’s character and the stories that unfold in the village. And how a nomadic mother and her young 6-year-old daughter come to a French town that is pretty hide-bound and arrive at the beginning of Lent to open a chocolat shop.
She shocks the Mayor of the village when she tells him she’s never been married and doesn’t attend church. The Mayor has his own problems as his wife has left him, but he won’t admit it. The old lady from whom the shop is rented is estranged from her daughter who won’t let her see her grandson. Gypsies arrive on river boats and are shunned. And no one understands our heroine who hires a Gypsy (Johnny Depp) to do some work, who attends a party the Gypsies throw, who works the magic of her chocolate on all in the little village. And that chocolat is magic.
If you haven’t seen Chocolat, or if it’s been a few years, it’s time to see it again perhaps for the first time. One of the all-time bestest movies ever! Oh, and the Priest. He’s wonderful.
This movie has an R rating for its positive messages about acceptance, living life to the fullest, and love. It also contains a wee teensy bit of sexual content and discussions of illegitimacy. Which really only exists in America and I imagine, Islamic countries. Other countries aren’t that hung up on whether the mother is married or not. A child is a child is a child.
This was a total romp! It was magnificent. Charlize Theron is the star, and she stole the show. It’s about a 4-person group of immortal mercenaries who roam the world doing good. Okay, they aren’t really immortal, but they all have the ability to heal themselves until they don’t. Dreams play a part in the discovery of ‘new’ immortals, and they find one in Afghanistan, a Marine who should have died and came back. Of course, she’s going to be sent Stateside, probably forced to stay in a hospital while they run tests on her. But she’s a Marine. She follows orders. Until Andy shows up and kidnaps her. Andy is Andromache of Scythia, played by Charlize Theron.
And the fun begins. Nile, the newly discovered immortal doesn’t want to be part of the team. She’s a Marine. The team breaks its rule and works for the same person twice. Someone films them self-healing and wants to capture them, hold them prisoner until science can learn how they self heal, and save humanity, or indoctrinate the army of the highest bidder, whatever. Nile walks away. But–she’s a Marine.
The fight scenes are absolutely fantastic. Well, of course. It is a Superhero movie. The choreographer did an absolutely marvel-ous job of fights. (Didja notice my homage there to Marvel comics. Huh? Didja?)
In fact, this movie is a comic brought to life and is more fun than you can imagine. AND, next year, we get the next movie, it’s already “in the can,” as they say.
Ashin is probably 11 or 12 and her mother is dying. She goes into the forbidden forest to find the magical herb to save her mother. Her entire village is killed in her absence. When she returns home to find everyone dead, she goes for vengeance. I’m not normally fond of vengeance movies, but this one held me. She belongs to a tribe of, I believe, Jurchen, who were from China and looked down upon. The War Lord likes her father and holds out acceptance to him for some under-cover work. When Ashin goes to the War Lord and says she will do anything if he will look into the slaughter, he uses her as a spy. She has a place to sleep in a drafty barn, and is spurned by the villagers. Her father taught her martial arts, and she watches the soldiers, becomes proficient in the use of a bow and arrow. (for fun, count the arrows)
The horror part of the movie comes in rather early, but I was too naïve to see it—the magic herb she found, turns the dead into zombies. We don’t really see them, until she uses it for revenge, and then it’s a delightful twist, worth a couple of good laughs, and makes for the perfect ending.
This K-Drama is a science fiction thriller. Our hero is Dae-ho, a young investigative reporter and single father whose son is kidnapped from a park when turns his back while son is on the merry go round. No ransom note is received, and three years go by with no leads. Dae-ho learns of a new treatment for mental patients who need to relive important memories through chemical induced lucid dreaming. He knows one of the doctors involved and convinces her to give him the chemical so he can go back to that day and see if he can find the kidnapper. Of course, he goes back many times before he finally gets some solid leads, and one of the leads is dying in a hospital, and he must enter that person’s dream, he must go into the dreams of someone else and convince him to help find his son.
The story moved along quite well, I didn’t get up to do dishes while it was on, and the CGI were wonderful. My brother, Craig, could tell you all about the camera angles, the plot lines, all the things I probably should pay attention to, but if it’s a good story, I get sucked into it and am totally unaware of all that other stuff. My brother, Craig Good, reviews on https://letterboxd.com/clgood/ , if you want to check out his reviews. He’s in the business. He knows more than I do. We watch different movies.
PBS American, 4-part series on the Natives of the Americas Closed captioning Premiered October 2018 About 53 minutes each
⭐⭐⭐⭐
Rating: 4 out of 5.
These four episodes looked back as far as 15,000 years to the Indigenous Peoples of the three Americas. It shows the massive cities, built in perfect alignment to the stars. It shows some of the science systems of the early people, and their spirituality, and how 100 million people e connected by social networks spanning two continents. These roads and social connections were good for trade, marriages, and war.
I found all episodes interesting, with episodes 1, 2, & 4 being the best, to my way of thinking. Possibly because a fair portion of the information was new to me, whereas I found 3 lacking in anything truly new.
The indigenous peoples they featured were from North America, Central America, and South America. And, I believe, dealt with fairly and evenly. If you’re a historian, or a history buff, you might notice they left a lot out. Well, there is only so much that can be done in an hour tv show, and I think they did a pretty good job overall. Of course, I had questions on some of them that were not answered, but that’s ok. I can do some research and look for the answers on my own, if they are that important.
Hoo Boy! I expected cold this past week, and the Weatherperson gave us warm, and winds. This next week will be cold. Maybe. I dunno. Lows in the low 30s, highs in the upper 30s and 40s. Maybe. If the Weatherperson was sober when s/he looked at the computer. How does s/he know? How do I know? Does anyone care?
Sorry, Wrong Number:
In reading some of the news, I came across a story about someone dialing a wrong number, it was one digit off her sister’s number, and she kept getting a stranger. They became friends over the phone, and after twenty years, met. A nice, feel-good story. It got me going down memory lane. Like many people, I no longer have a land line, and in the last few years, I quit answering the phone if I didn’t recognize the name or number of the caller. But sometimes wrong numbers can be fun.
Years ago, a very old gentleman kept calling me, at first by mistake, and then I think on purpose. My number was one digit off from his daughter. I lived in a relatively small town, and discussed it with a friend, and she knew the guy. Old, almost blind, and crippled with arthritis. His wife was old, but not as old as he, and I think she was totally blind. He was great fun to talk with.
I grew up in Portland, Oregon. We had four elementary schools with Olympic regulation-sized swimming pools. I learned to swim in one of them. When Mom and I moved, our new phone number was one digit off from another school’s pool. We got lots of strange calls, but the one I loved the best was some woman called and identified herself as Johnny’s mother and she would be there in fifteen minutes to pick him up. Please tell him. Then she hung up, before I could tell her I wasn’t the pool. I thought about calling the pool, but she was so self-important I didn’t. Sure enough about thirty minutes later she called back, angrier than the proverbial wet hen. Johnny hadn’t been ready and waiting when she got there! When she stopped talking to breathe, I told her she had the wrong number, and told her the correct number. She asked me why I didn’t tell her the first time, so I told her she hadn’t stopped talking long enough to tell her before she hung up. I believe the pause was one of those “pregnant pauses” we hear so much about.
One time, my phone number was a recycled one. It had belonged to a Taxi Company, but they went out of business. Of course, the phone number was by the phones of the ER receptionists, the truck stops, and various other places. I got some really great calls on that line, from long haul truckers who wanted a ride to a hotel to people who were in the hospital with loved ones and needed a ride home. Fortunately, each one was kind enough to remove my number. And then, we had an Arctic Express come to town, and dump over a foot of snow on us, in a very short time. Seattle just isn’t geared for that kind of a dump. Fortunately, it came at night, after the majority of worker bees were home.
I lived out a ways, and on my drive to work every day, I passed a university agriculture station, and that night of the snow, a woman called and told me she wanted to schedule a pick up for her husband who was Professor at the college and he couldn’t walk that far in snow. She started to give me detailed instructions as to her house, I told her I knew which one was hers, and described it, and told her I passed it every day on my sojourn to and from work, and that I wasn’t a taxi and I wasn’t going to work tomorrow, and I doubted any taxis would be out, to turn off her alarm and enjoy having her husband home an extra day.
The last wrong number I received for the Taxi Company was the next morning. A young lady called to order a cab. Uh, sorry, wrong number. She started to cry. How was she going to get to work? She’d just started a new job, and… The buses weren’t running, she couldn’t get her car out of the garage, and by now she was really crying. I suggested her boss would understand. Call and leave a message on her voice mail and go back to bed and enjoy her extra day off. Happiness is new telephone books with old numbers deleted.
Of course, when the phone rings in the middle of the night, one answers it, usually with adrenaline pumping—which kid is in trouble? Who died? Etc., and so forth. One number I had must have belonged to a couple of party girls, because I couldn’t convince the men who called at midnight and later, they had a wrong number. I finally put a message on my answering machine that said something like, “If you’re calling Jane Doe, she has moved out of the area, and no longer lives here. If you’re calling Lacy Doe, she too, has moved.” Then I turned the ringer off on my bedroom phone and started sleeping better. The messages the angered people left were pretty funny—not by intention.
I think it’s fortunate that caller id came out, at a glance or a listen, we no longer need to answer wrong numbers. What great chuckles, though, are we missing?
Photo of the Week:
Entertainment:
TV: Nothing.
Books: Remember, if I finish a book, the review is posted at Rainy Day Reads.
I have finished one full length book this week, Out of Violence Into Poetry by Margaret Randall. A marvelous book by a woman I wished I’d met when I lived in ABQ. I’d love to have a coffer with her and her wife.
I also finished two delightful chapbooks: The Light on Sifnos by Barbara Quick and Sin is Due to Open in a Room Above Kitty’s by Morag Anderson. All three are worth your investment in both time and money.
Auntie Lenora’s Bookstore:
Two books, both repeats, to consider for Winter/Christmas gifts:
and
You know these are both good books because a. they are advertised in Auntie Lenora’s Bookstore, and b. they both state on the cover they are Good. 😉 And, yes, in the interest of full disclosure, we are siblings.
Henry Stevenson: You can’t live on dreams forever. Waiting only weakens you and your dream. My motto is: “If you want something, get it now!”
Henry Stevenson: “Besides, what does a dame like you want with a guy like me?”
Wow, another week has passed us by. Sammy Brave Dog has faced the dried puppy brain eating zombies down, and most are gone now, looking for less ferocious puppies to tackle. And I’m about to get my wee gifts mailed tomorrow. I hope. Tuesday at the latest. Have a grand week, enjoy December while it’s here, and remember, it’s less than three weeks until…… 😉
Weather in the Tries: Cold and colder, with some damp.
Follow-up on Auntie Lenora’s Bookstore:
My web Mistress has said she can put a bookstore page up for me, so those of you who send me books to post, I’ll have them in the blog the week I get them, then transfer them to the Bookstore page. So if/when you have a book for sale, send me the info: IF you have a “sell sheet” send me an electronic copy, otherwise please send me a picture of the book, how many pages, cost, plus shipping if you’re selling them directly, the ISBN, a bit about your book, and your email. The email will be posted so readers can contact you directly.
Follow-up on my contribution to the National day of Gluttony:
Oh my, did we feast. Mashed spuds, gravy, turkey cooked in champagne, sweet spuds, tossed salad, and four different desserts—cheesecake, Indian Pudding, pecan pie, and another pie. Auntie Lenora is patting herself on the back for being smart enough to wear a pair of TIGHT jeans, thereby not allowing her to eat too much. Trust me, she didn’t go hungry. Not a bit.
Some potential good news, but don’t hold your breath:
December 1 is just a few days away, and SCOTUS will once again decide if Women are full human beings with rights, or if women are slaves with only those rights that the ones with testicles care to grant them. Yes, they are tackling Roe v. Wade. I truly don’t understand their animus, other than they think as males they are perfect and more intelligent than females. I do not know of a single person who was told to get an abortion she didn’t want, unless it was her politician lover or her rock n roll husband who told hMary er her. It’s so simple. If you don’t believe in abortion, DON’T HAVE ONE. But don’t hold the rest of the nation to your ideas of right and wrong.
Photo of the Week:
My Great Great Grandma, Mary Jane Carlisle Huckabay
Entertainment:
TV: Zip
Books:Remember, if I finish a book, I review it at: Rainy Day Reads
Thinking About Thinking, not quite essays —by Margaret Randall. This book, chock full of short, mini, almost essays as bad as a bag full of pistachios without the shells! (Fewer calories in the book!) I couldn’t read just one!
Spell of Trouble, Book 1 of a series, by Leighann Dobbs, a great piece of brain candy— a cozy murder mystery with paranormals mixed in with the mundanes. No animals were hurt to produce the story.
If you don’t know history, you don’t know anything. You are a leaf that doesn’t know it is part of a tree. – Michael Crichton
To forget one’s ancestors is to be a brook without a source, a tree without a root. – Chinese Proverb
There you have it. Another week gone; another week closer to the world-wide Gift Exchange Day. Are you ready? Me, neither. Sammy says he’s ready. I’m sure that means I’ll get pupkisses. Can’t think of anything I’d rather have!
This next week highs will go from 45 to 57, with lows from 27 to 43. We’ll start the week with patchy freezing fog. Can you say, “Black Ice”? I’m sure we’ll get drizzle, a few drops of rain, and sunshine. Thursday will be 50 with a chance of rain—a good temp to avoid, stay in, and eat. 😉
Auntie Lenora’s Bookstore:
I decided to start a new feature this week: Auntie Lenora’s Bookstore. Come in, browse around, bring your cuppa, bring your snacks, buy books. Auntie Lenora’s Bookstore is never closed. Are you a night owl? The store is open at 2am. You can even come in your jammies. 😉 (please be quiet, ok? Auntie Lenora is a light sleeper.)
As you probably know, I have many friends who also write, and since the Winter Solstice, by whatever name you call it, is coming (oddly, it comes at the same time every year), I thought I’d give you some ideas for Solstice Gifts. Of course, they are books. I put a call out to the writers on my list and have some nice responses which you will see below. If you have a book you’d like to show, feel free to contact me. I see no reason why Auntie can’t operate her bookstore whenever a new book arrives, do you? 😉
My contribution to the National Day of Gluttony:
I’ve been invited to a friend’s home for dinner this coming Thursday. Because I have a sweet tooth, I am taking dessert. I am taking The BEST Bourbon Pumpkin Cheesecake in a 9×13 pan with a gingersnap crust and Plimoth Plantation’s Slow Cooker Indian Pudding. It isn’t as sweet as the cheesecake, I will have enough bourbon sauce for cheesecake and pudding, as well as enough whipped cream for both, so people can have their choice of toppings. I thought the Indian Pudding would be a nice tribute to the indigenous people, but guess what? It was made by the Pilgrims. They didn’t have as good a supply of wheat flour, so couldn’t make their beloved Hasty Pudding so they they used the local ingredients, cornmeal, and improvised. Yummmmm. Unfortunately, they didn’t go home when the meal was over, and are still here today. Since the uniform of the day is blue jeans and tee shirts, I’m going to wear my pink tee bought special for this occasion.
My neighbor is doing turkey and dressing, and oh, does he do them well! Yummmmmm. And I know what his secret ingredient is. Between the turkey and dressing and desserts, Auntie Lenora will not go hungry. Honest. Trust me. And someone is bringing a pecan pie. No, Auntie Lenora will not leave the table hungry. Have you ever heard of the Groaning Board? There shall be one on Thursday to hold all our food.
Some more good news for a change: Oklahoma decided not to indulge in legal blood lust, and the Guv commuted Julius Jones sentence to life in prison. I do not believe in the death penalty, ever. Though I admit there was one man I wished dead and did not cry when he died in prison. In fact, he was trying to stay out of prison to die at home, but Fate and I intervened. Couldn’t happen to a more deserving chap. But, if states must have their blood lust, then why don’t they go back to the old-time bit of using a firing squad. It’s quick, and over before pain has a chance to register, unlike the modern methods of suffocating them in a gas chamber, boiling them in an electric chair, or burning them from the inside out with chemicals, or maybe or maybe not breaking their neck with a rope? At any rate, in this one case, Kudos to Oklahoma!
Entertainment:
TV: nada.Requires more concentration than I have at the moment.
YouTube: I found a fascinating video, about an hour on Korean street food, primarily making dumplings, which I love. No talking, at least not much, and it’s in Hangul, so I couldn’t understand it anyhow (well, I did understand “Thank You,” (kam sa ham ni da) but that was all). Very entertaining. Makes me want to visit Korea. Not someday, but right now! Of all the Asian countries I’d like to visit—and I’d like to visit all, Korea is #1! I love dumplings and stuffed steamed breads (Hum Bao in Chinese).
Books: Remember, if I finish a book, I review it at: Rainy Day Reads
Their War —by Julie Pham, PhD. I saw Dr. Pham on a zoom discussion talk about her book and ordered a copy before the end of the show. It is primarily interviews with South Vietnamese military veterans and their recollections about the war and American participation. I found it fascinating to get their side of the story.
Started Murder at the Mission by Blaine Harden. A new history of Dr. Marcus and Narcissa Whitman and their mission near current day Walla Walla. A topic of fascination for years.
Also reading two books by Margaret Randall. One is poetry, Out of Violence into Poetry. The other is Thinking About Thinking — Not Quite Essays.
Got to a point in The Water Dancer by Ta-Nehisi Coates where I had to stop. Pretty intense, especially considering Jim’s passing. I’ll get back to it. It is beautifully written and his debut novel.
Books require concentration, too, but easier to go back a page or three to reread.
Music: Have you heard The HU? They are a Mongolian heavy metal band, and a lot of fun. I love Wolf Totem and there are English lyrics. Surely there is a Native American heavy metal group out there someplace. I think it would be great fun to have a video of HU and Lakota meeting. They also incorporate the Mongolian throat singing into their music. There is another group, Hanggai, that plays more traditional rock and Mongolian fused together that I was just introduced to.
Auntie Lenora’s Bookstore:
If you have a book you’d like promoted here, please let me know. You may email me at my personal email, or use the Contact Me form if you don’t have it.
by Diane Helentjaris:
Poems of forging an American life. In 1910 Anastasius, in defiance of his father, immigrates from Greece to the United States. Diaspora speaks powerfully of the aftermath. Poverty, wars, miscommunications, new roles for women emerge. The family struggles to bridge the challenges of time and distance in the age before modern technology knit the world together. The word “diaspora” comes from the Greek term for “to scatter.” Today new immigrants scatter across the globe. Diane Helentjaris, in her debut chapbook, shares the story of one of the many immigrants who went before them. Poetry lovers – teens and adults – with an interest in family, justice, immigration, women’s history, and modern Greece will enjoy this strongly themed collection.
Here’s one of the five star reviews:
This year, 2021, is the bicentennial of the Greek War of Independence, and what better way to celebrate it than with poetry about Greece.
These poems touched me to the core, and I enjoyed reading every one of them! They evoked strong images in my mind of the poet’s Greek past, as she shares nostalgic memories of her family members. Each person in the poems felt so alive.
ASIN: B08YXZDLQ
ISBN: 9798721584541
Diaspora is available on Amazon as a paperback or in an electronic version (Kindle). Signed copies are available for $10 which includes shipping and handling. To buy a signed copy, message me through my website www.dianehelentjaris.com.
by Mark Fleisher:
Each book is $15 plus $3 for s/h if ordered from me (signed copies, of course). The books are also available from the giant behemoth retailer whose name is that of a very major South American river. Copies will not be signed — unless Jeff Bezos is available.
Reflections: Soundings from the Deep
ISBN: 9781940769905
“Narratives weaving no-nonsense poetry and prose tales while at times throwing readers a stream-of-consciousness curveball.”
Intersections: Poems from the Crossroads
ISBN: 9781940769547
“Hammers home the futility of war while tenderly exploring family and relationships with a lyrical, image-filled style.”
Moments of Time
ISBN: 9781940769295
“Recalling youthful years in New York City, the horrific inhumanity of Vietnam, a major personal loss, and finding new life in an unfamiliar place.”
I have an M.F.A. in poetry from Columbia University.
I have four volumes of poetry memoirs. They are self-published and available on Amazon.
“Blue Watermelon,” “Cheer for Freedom,” “Furs for a Vegetarian,” and “Green Eyes.” The last two were published 2020.
“Furs for a Vegetarian” focuses on her artist mother, Sonia Avakian, who studied with Kandinsky in Moscow. She escaped starvation and the communists through marriage and her move to Iran. After Papa’s unexpected death she took a Victory Ship with her two sons and daughter to the U.S.A.
Price: $15 paper back plus shipping of $4.00 if ordered from Mary.
ISBN: 978169385512.
“Green Eyes” is a love story set on the East Coast joining together of an American-German heritage civil engineer with an Armenian-Russian graduate in the arts. They share love, raise sons, travel, till tragedy strikes. The poetry is joyful, sensual, heart rending.
Price: $15 paper back plus shipping of $4.00 if ordered from Mary.
I think it goes without saying but all prices above and shipping/handling are for the USA. If you live overseas and would like a copy, you can probably order it from that certain large company named after a rather large South American river–and get it from your country or area.–Auntie Lenora
Quotes of the Week:
“You see, bookshops are dreams built of wood and paper. They are time travel and escape and knowledge and power. They are, simply put, the best of places.” —Jen Campbell
“I love walking into a bookstore. It’s like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.” —Tahereh Mafi
And there it is. Another week come, another week gone, another Coffee Break Escape, and the Winter Solstice (and all the marvelous holidays associated with it) gets closer and closer–you know, like it does every year. Sammy Brave Dog is ignoring the whole thing. He really prefers foods on time and a warm bed to snuggle in. He’s happy.
