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Papa, equal emphasis on the pas

Papa, equal emphasis on the pas

My grandfather passed away this morning. Obviously my family and I are exhausted, I can’t really think straight right now to say anything else, but I’ll probably not update for about a week. My parents divorced when I was 2, at which time my mother and I moved in with my grandparents. My grandmother (both … Continue reading

By the way...

  • If you're not reading this in some sort of feed and have actually ventured to the blog itself, you might notice some changes! Firstly, I've purchased a proper domain. I've also changed the theme (not in and of itself a big deal), added background and header images, and am going to be making some other post-oriented changes as well. I've imported my book log from Tumblr (the year's half over and despite a promising first couple of months, life got the best of me, so there's that to add to my to-do list), and I'll likely be categorizing some other media-related items and adding those to the main menu as well. I have a lot going on right now, but I really do plan to utilize this thing--I'm hoping that the shelling out of cold, hard cash will motivate me to do that.
  • header and background images from stock via morguefile.com

Book Club Pick

The Snow Child, Eowyn Ivey
Alaska, 1920: a brutal place to homestead, and especially tough for recent arrivals Jack and Mabel. Childless, they are drifting apart--he breaking under the weight of the work of the farm; she crumbling from loneliness and despair. In a moment of levity during the season's first snowfall, they build a child out of snow. The next morning the snow child is gone--but they glimpse a young, blonde-haired girl running through the trees.
This little girl, who calls herself Faina, seems to be a child of the woods. She hunts with a red fox at her side, skims lightly across the snow, and somehow survives alone in the Alaskan wilderness. As Jack and Mabel struggle to understand this child who could have stepped from the pages of a fairy tale, they come to love her as their own daughter. But in this beautiful, violent place things are rarely as they appear, and what they eventually learn about Faina will transform all of them.
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