It stands between there and here. The pages flip before me, edging me into dangerous adventures I miraculously survive. Night fall brings hours of jest and merriment and love. A quiet fear of morning grips me. Wants are the death of me.

Walking in the footsteps of great writers. My love for historic homes began with a white, stately mansion in the hills of Oakland, California. I remember walking up the long and winding driveway to the Dunsmuir Hellman Historic Estate with my family, catching that first glimpse of the majestic house through the trees. It always took my breath away.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014. Moms Get a Lot of Things. The only one complaining, in fact, is me. Why on earth go back and read? Loss of personal identity? The cutting, the primping? Was for nobody.

Discuss personal application of literary lenses to choice of excerpt from. You will click on your literary lens. You will then create a post that contains the excerpt you chose from. Your responses must be thoughtful and insightful.

Saturday, May 16, 2009. Book group this month was a pretty quiet affair. Sam, Ange, Sonya, Marg and Jude had dinner at The Tenth Muse in Fitzroy. We tried to talk about the book, but conversation soon turned to more interesting topics! First important discovery was that not all editions of the book had the extracts from the ancient text in red print. Sonya thought the lesbian content was negligible and not very good. Sonya thought that she was an unlikable character.