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Milk! A 10,000-Year Food Fracas

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 "It is sometimes claimed that ice cream was first served in Philadelphia on July 15, 1782, at the French Mission, where George Washington was an honored guest. ARC

Rain And Langston Hughes

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NATIONAL POETRY MONTH, 2018

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It's Monday! What Are You Reading?

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What I Read Last Week

I finished "One Book In The Grave" by Kate Gillespie. It's a cozy. I really liked it especially because one man chose a unique way to lead a new life in society. Then, there is a woman delivered in a box. Dead or alive? I'm not telling. 

What I Am Reading Now

Now, I am reading "Mademoiselle Chanel by C.W. Gortner. It's like a rag to riches biography. CoCo Chanel is first an orphan. Then, she rises and becomes a business woman. Sixty and more people become her employees in designing hats, evening wear. Now, she is involved in the world of perfume.



What I Will Read Next?

I want to read "Glory Over Everything" by Kathleen Grissom. It's a library book. I loved this author's first book "The Kitchen House." I also just received a copy of Milk! A 10,000-Year Food Fracas by Mark Kurlansky.


It's Monday! What Are You Reading?

Mademoiselle Chanel by C.W. Cortner

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"Italy enchanted me. I had never been abroad and was swept up in the crumbling mosaic grandeur and serpentine waterways of Venice, where we stayed on the Lido, its stony beach washed by the turquoise lagoon."

Glory Over Everything by Kathleen Grissom Beyond The Kitchen House

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"I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person now I was free. There was such a glory over everything. The sun came up like gold through the trees, and I felt like I was in heaven."

                                                                           --Harriet Tubman

Dover Beach by Mattehew Arnold

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Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
victorianweb.org/authors/arnold/writings/doverbeach

One Book In The Grave by Kate Carlisle

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"Hello. My name is Brooklyn Wainwright and I am a book addict. It was Friday morning and I was on my way to the Covington Library to sniff out my personal version of crack cocaine: books. Old, rare, and beautiful."

Kate Carlisle doesn't wait to feed the reader's addiction. Immediately, there is interesting trivia about books. The cozy is just as friendly as the beginning sentence where Brooklyn gives her name. The cozy is also very serious in tone. When a person is harrassed, he might do anything. The mind becomes very creative and imaginative.

Wondrous Words

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fortepiano
A fortepiano [ˌfɔrteˈpjaːno] is an early piano. In principle, the word "fortepiano" can designate any piano dating from the invention of the instrument by Bartolomeo Cristofori around 1700 up to the early 19th century. Most typically, however, it is used to refer to the late-18th to early-19th century instruments for which Haydn ...

The Lost Memoirs Of Jane Austen by Syrie James

"We found and hired the requisite help; my pianoforte arrived, along with a few other pieces of needed furniture; and we fell into a new routine." https://bermudaonion.net/


The Lost Memoirs Of Jane Austen by Syrie James

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Any recommendations or information about Jane Austen? I'm in the mood to hear bits of gossip from friends and share a cup of tea or two. I'm in the mood for love in a Classical style. By the way, it's still National Poetry Month. I'm enjoying it more than ever. I've been entranced with the Harlem Renaissance which happened during the Twenties. Persia Walker is an author who can make you really feel that period and see it too through her mysteries. .https://www.pinterest.com/pin/522980575450068063/?lp=true

Sotheby's was not to handle this auction.

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"I gave in to my curiosity about the house. The place was enormous. I'd read that it contained eighteen rooms. That included seven master bedrooms,a grand reception hall, a library, three salons and a formal dining room...The gavel fell just as I arrived and the auction began. The first item up was an exquisite pink diamond-and-ruby studded tiara and necklace set."http://persiawalker.com/biography/

Touched by An Angel by Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.  famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/maya_angelou/poems/496

Beaded Hope by Cathy Liggett

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"In Africa," Mama Penny explained, "often the names we give our children stand for something. For example, my grandson's name is Rapala. It means 'pray.'"https://www.tyndale.com/p/beaded-hope/

Dreaming Picasso by Francine Sterle

All night an accelerating geometry of eyes—hundreds shaped like birds or boats or beetles, simplified to dots or crosses or a pair of 2s or mis- matched diamonds, perfect zeros, scoops of moon placed sidewise or lengthwise on a face, slipping out of orbit on a cheek, hung under an ear, planted mid-forehead, paper-thin planes of them, each one alive and staring from the dislocated faces of wives, lovers, mothers, serene and lopsided, splintered, wrenching, ravaged, a proliferating gallery of women, terraced in my head as I sleep, and my own curious eye: steering toward what it perceives, capturing exact duplicates of each stylized eye I run by, as I race to comprehend what I'm taking in, what expression I'd see if I raised the mirror to find my own eye, distorted and floating above an iron cheek.https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/58621/dreaming-of-picasso?utm_

Down by the Riverside by Forrest Hamer / Wanted to celebrate a California poet today.

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Down by the Riverside
Ain't goin study war no more
Ain't goin study war no more
Ain't goin study war no more
During the time Daddy was becoming Dad,
the armies and armies of green plastic soldiers
went on with their wars, my empire of the private
grown. Walter Cronkite tallied each day's casualties,
and my soldiers named themselves Americans or Viet Cong;
they zipped themselves up in long full bags or lay about
without their arms and legs. My soldiers bloodied themselves
with our garden's mud, and they did so under orders
from the eight-year-old sergeant whose father
had not been home in months.

And since I had not seen him,
even in the crowds laughing at Bob Hope jokes,
a new crowd each new place, I commanded
that the Army needed chaplains more than sergeants,
and the next Sunday I joined church, begged God
to help me lay down burdens and bring Dad home;
and that day I baptized each of my soldiers
in large garden puddles, blessed the crowd of them at
attention, and s…

The Seven Sorrows Of Mary

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Alentejo Blue by Monica Ali

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"Villages are like people, we approach them slowly, a step of a time." --Jose' Saramago, Journey to Portugal