My husband and I are reading the book, Jubal Sackett, together. It’s a historical fiction from the 1700′s. Jubal Sackett is a young man traveling across America from South Carolina to Colorado. At the time, of course, those weren’t states. This was raw country populated by Indian tribes and wild animals. A long time I [...]
I haven’t played Teaser Tuesday in quite a while but I felt like participating today. I’m reading a nice cozy murder mystery and want to share it with you. It centers around a group of friends who have decided to take cooking lessons. The book is Chile Con Corpses by J.B. Stanley. Here are a [...]
I’m on the stage singing the blues and jazz as well as acting. I’m also on Broadway and in movies. I’m a part of the great Harlem Renaissance of the 1920′s and ’30s but my career stretched way beyond that period. I’m reading His Eye Is On The Sparrow by Ethel Waters for this month’s [...]
I’m in Boston hanging out with Charlotte McNally, an award-winning investigative TV journalist. She’s under pressure to come up with a blockbuster story for the upcoming “sweeps” at the TV station. Charlie suspects there is something strange and dangerous behind a series of email spam, she’s been getting. But is there a good story there? [...]
The Herdmans were absolutely the worst kids in the history of the world. They lied and stole and smoked cigars (even the girls) and talked dirty and hit little kids and cussed their teachers and took the name of the Lord in vain and set fire to Fred Shoemaker’s old broken-down toolhouse. Those sentences are [...]
Uncle Fitz’ . . . views on war had not changed since he had taken to the mountains to escape the war with Mexico in the 1840s, and in fact they had deepened: never had the Fenns owned a single slave, and if the Southern states wanted to leave the Union, that was their business; [...]
I’m reading Cranford by Elizabeth Gaskell. It’s a book of subtle humor and extremely fun to read. I will be reviewing it tomorrow as part of the Classics Circuit. Here are a few sentences from the book: “My age!” said Miss Matty, almost speaking crossly, for her, for she was usually gentle– “My age! Why, [...]