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Fool's Gold, a town in California, is everything but fool's gold. It's the real thing. Susan Mallery has written about the small town all of us dream about living in at one time in our lives. For sure, it is a town no one wants to leave. I went a bit further. I wanted to own The Christmas Attic. The Christmas Attic is a Christmas store owned by Noelle. This season Noelle will meet a new love. Her first love, Jeremy, betrays her at the time she needs him most. Of course, Gabriel doesn't come with his own set of  sorrows and doubts. He is a son, a brother, a soldier and a doctor. Both he and his brother Gideon have soldiered in Afghanistan and Iraq. Both Gabriel and Gideon have been hurt by their father, but the pain was worse for Gabriel. His father just can't understand Gabriel's choices in life. Mostly because Gabriel's choices don't fit what Norm, his father, would choose for him.  Oddly, all of these heavy relationships are what make this romance

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Elizabeth Barrett Browning http://www.poemhunter.com

Some times a book cover is deceptive. The attractive cover is exciting. While inside the book there is a boring plot . However for "My Life as a Furry Red Monster by Kevin Clash, this is not the case. " The book cover is bright and happy. The memoir of  Mr. Clash is just like the cover. It's filled with his and Elmo's excited voices.  Over the years while my children were growing up, I might have forgotten about Kevin Clash and only thought about the misadventures of Elmo. There is no mistake after reading this book. Kevin Clash has a life story brimming over with a rag to riches theme and other themes not always so happy. Kevin Clash grows up in Baltimore, Md. One of the bad times is when he meets racism for the first time at school. He has been picked for the role of the main character in Guys and Dolls. One night the girl lead calls him. She wants him to give up his part in the play. The reason why is staggering to the mind and awfully sad. Thank goodness ov

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. http://www.poemhunter.com

It is 1932 in Farthering St. John, England. The quiet community is interrupted by a series of murders. Each murder is similar. There is a handwritten note pinned to the front of the bodies. On the note is a quote from a play. The note is pinned to the front of the body with a Victorian hat pin. The handwriting is always the same. Other than the similarites in the way the bodies are left, there is nothing else. Just very hard cases to solve. Between Inspector Birdsong and his unasked amateur sleuth, Drew and Madeleine, the love interest of Drew and a friend named Nick, these seem like unsolvable crimes. Finally, the wrong man, sweet Roger, ends up in a prison cell. Death by the Book by JULIANNA DEERING is wicked fun at its best. There is even a cantankerous aunt, Aunt Ruth, from America. She is related to Madeleine. There is also an American tourist, Freddie. This is not a Christian mystery which is sweetie pie and peaches. It's a mystery with Christian messages underlying the pl

" From Twelfth Night."..."'Why should I not, had I the heart to do it, like to the Egyptain thief at point of death, kill what I love?'" (Shakespeare)