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So, I Wanted to Buy a Couple of Books for My Upcoming Road Trip…

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 I love a good bargain book. Yesterday I went into Half Price Books thinking that I’d pick up a volume or two for my upcoming road trip. You can blame their storewide 20% off sale for my, um, enthusiastic results.

Book Pile

Book and Magazine Pile

Art Books

Art Books

Magazines

Magazines

Miscellaneous Books

Miscellaneous Books

DETAILS:

  1. Renoir: His Life, Art, and Letters by Barbara Erlich White
  2. Master of Shadows: The Secret Diplomatic Career of Peter Paul Rubens by Mark Lamster
  3. History of Art (Second Edition) by H.W. Janson
  4. Vogue Australia April 2010
  5. Marie Claire April 2014
  6. Allure April 2014
  7. The Valley of Fear by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
  8. Keystone: The Life and Clowns of Mack Sennett by Simon Louvish
  9. Doctor Who: The Complete Guide by Mark Campbell
  10. The Times We Had: Life with William Randolph Hearst by Marion Davies
  11. Nero Wolfe: The Mother Hunt by Rex Stout

TOTAL: $19.09

Tell me in the comments about your most recent book bargain!

A Reading List a Mile Long: Daedalus Books New Arrivals Late Spring 2014

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty – Dead Eyes

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The following is my post for this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge, which you can find here.  The one rule:  Fifty words.  Take it away, me.

It’s those dead eyes that get me.

Her stuff is everywhere, and it’s free. Wildly festooned scenarios all. Someone put time and work into these. No one works harder than her.

But every time I see her, I see those lifeless, empty eyes. I don’t know how she does it.

[Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty] Third-wave

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty

“No rules. Just stick to the word count-no more, no less than fifty words.”

Here is my entry.

Third-wave

Rosamund was born disliking two things: being ordered about, and the baffling human impulse to join social clubs. At five, she was horrified to discover that girls were expected to politely comply with those very requests. She thought, “To hell with that!”, and screamed so long that her throat soured.

Since I’ll Likely Never Top Last Year’s Birthday Letter to Jack Kerouac, Here it is Again

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[This originally appeared on the blog one year ago.]

Oh, Jean-Louis. You problematic, magnetic SOB. Ninety-two years to the day after your birth, and we-the writers, readers, and open souls of the world-still cannot escape your torturous orbit. As for me: my heart is willing, but my mind is not quite able to sprint the final few yards into your embrace. I promise to try again, like I always do. You know how it goes. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s not me, it’s you. It’s the two of us, together. I love you and hate you and love-hate-hate-love you. This dance we do will never end; the steps and the rhythm will change, but the tune will echo to eternity. Until next time.

Love and kisses and shrugs,

Maedez

On the Road

On the Road

“I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.”-Jack Kerouac