Bookpuddle

Hi friends. So far I am really enjoying my vacation time, it's just great -- sleeping in, being lazy, constantly eating and drinking, an...

No animal should ever jump up on the dining-room furniture unless absolutely certain that he can hold his own in the conversation. -- Fran L...

She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself. She thought a writer should work harder writing a book than she did re...

  HOLIDAY TIME HAS ARRIVED! And never have I deserved it more, than right now. Today I fly away to Vancouver Island for a much-needed...

I hate those grade-school level worn out cliches people always use in reference to books, like "I felt like I was there! " or: ...

Awareness is everything. Hallie once pointed out to me that people worry a lot more about the eternity after their deaths than the eternity ...

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  Constellation There were dots on her shoulder, more than this I cannot say. In that moment I closed my eyes and leaned into her con...

You are never dedicated to something you have complete confidence in. No one is fanatically shouting the sun is going to rise tomorrow. They...

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"The best historical novels effortlessly transport their readers back into the past, while less successful attempts bury the reader in ...

  I fear that my Saturday Snapshot this week may be a bit boring . Last week I posted pictures of my cat Jack trying to get inside th...

One's life is more formed, I sometimes think, by books than by human beings: it is out of books one learns about love and pain at second...

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This pause in time, within time ... When did I first experience the exquisite sense of surrender that is only possible with another person? ...

I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we mus...

<-- Holy frigging cow! This blog-posting for me is a bit of a milestone. It is # 3,000! Representing eight years-plus, of blogging here ...

All Mattia saw was a shadow moving toward him. He instinctively closed his eyes and then felt Alice’s hot mouth on his, her tears on his che...

Have you ever had one of those quiet days where you just sort of nicely vegetate -- perhaps catch up on browsing blog-friends -- refuse to c...

Yesterday, for the first time in my life, I bought some dirt. Technically known as potting soil. I have this one wild pl...