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Heaven on the Shelves (Part 2)

My beau and I explored a new territory for us of late – a used book store. We recognized that as soon as we stepped across the threshold, we were in a paradise of sorts. Hundreds – thousands? – of dog-eared paperbacks and slightly moldy, fragrant hardcovers sat stiffly straight or lazily askew on shelves that touched the ceiling. Giggling as our eyes bounced from topic to topic, we wandered up some aisles and meandered down others.

Yes, indeed there was that book I’ve been meaning to get, sitting at the top of one shelf, the one that’s been on my Goodreads list for well over three years. It would have to wait for now, I thought.  Maybe there’s something else here I want more.

As I negotiated a stepladder and turned the corner, a double stack of Perry Mason paperbacks revealed themselves. I picked up a couple titles in that sudden discovery.

Then – around another corner and down yet another aisle, there it was: a small, five-by-seven-inch soft, brown leather covered book with gold lettering. My heart leapt when I saw the author, and I carefully opened the cover:


The next page was even more revealing, more exciting, more mysterious:

Phil gave Mimi this Ben Hecht book for Christmas in 1925. And Christmas that year was on a Friday. This is all I know, besides all the questions: Who were they to one another? What were their surnames? How old were they? Where did they live? How did Phil present this gift? How did Mimi react? Did she read the book in its entirely? How in Heaven’s name did this gem wind up in a used book store ninety-two years later?

It’s now on the end table next to my reading chair, ready to be savored.

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.

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Heaven on the Shelves (Part 1)

Taking a break from work one morning, my beau and I headed out on a hunting trip. This type of hunting was looking for bargains at garage sales so that we can save money in furnishing our cottage.

We spent the morning up one driveway and down others, buying a little something useful here and there. I got a copy of “The Widow of the South” by Robert Hicks for barely a song, and I was happy. One can never have, nor read, too many books, I thought.

On our way back to our cottage, my beau and I stopped at a used book store. This was our first venture there, and as soon as we stepped across the threshold, we were in a paradise. Heavens, I don’t know where to start.

At the top of one shelf, I saw a book I’ve been meaning to get, one that’s been on my Goodreads list for well over three years. Yes, that looks good, but I’ll keep looking—for now.

Rounding the corner was a double stack of Perry Mason paperbacks. That was a goldmine for me, and I picked up a couple.   All right!

Around the corner and down another aisle, there was a small hardcover book. My heart leapt when I saw the author, and I carefully turned the pages.

I’ll write about that book and what was in it, when I return to this subject next week. “If books could talk—”, is a memorable saying.

I say, “they do.”

©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Reading Marathon

“Susan! How’s that self-imposed reading marathon going for ya?”

Glad you asked.

I set a goal to read fifty-two books this year. So far, I’ve completed sixteen.

My 2017 reading endeavor started off with a quick reading of K. Collins’ “Declutter Your Home Effectively . . .” I didn’t learn anything new, really, so this was just a refresher and a boost to begin this Year of Change for me.  Less is more, keep your stuff in order.  OK.  Got it.

One of the strangest books I read was Jean Webster’s “Daddy Long Legs.” Young orphan college girl blossoms into a woman, while her much older benefactor provides for her and never really answers her letters to him. She addresses many letters to him as “Daddy-Long-Legs” or “Daddy.” Then they fall in love and marry. The storyline was psychologically strange to me. I never liked the 1955 Fred Astaire-Leslie Caron movie, either. However, the 1919 Mary Pickford-Mahlon Hamilton silent version was a lot more palatable (you can find it for free on the Internet).

“The Beautiful and Damned” by F. Scott Fitzgerald reminded me that broken people exist, and have since the beginning of time, and not much changes but names and dates. “Only Yesterday” and “Since Yesterday” by Frederick Lewis Allen – books I last read in high school – helped to flesh out that era between the two world wars.

My favorite book so far this month is “Anthem” by Ayn Rand. It’s one of the best Dystopian books I’ve come across. Her writing style drew me in, and I couldn’t put it down ‘til the last page. It’s a little like “Nineteen Eighty-Four” and some scenes remind me of “Logan’s Run.” Since “Anthem” is a novella, you can read it in an evening.

There are other books I read, from sociology (“The Indian as Slaveholder and Secessionist” by Annie Heloise Abel) to a children’s book (“Are You My Mother?” by P. D. Eastman). One fiction-romance book turned me off – vulgarities, I don’t need – so I never really finished it, and I deleted it from my Kindle. For me, vulgarities take away from a story and it’s not a part of my real world life, either.

What’s up for February?

Some writing, and definitely more reading. So far I’ve put “Old Creole Days” by George W. Cable and “Every Soul Hath Its Song” by Fanny Hurst on my list. Cable is a new author to me; Hurst grabbed my attention years ago with “Imitation of Life.”

To see what I’m up to, stop by my Goodreads page by clicking HERE.

See you here with some of my life’s updates (not all about reading!) and my musings in the days to come.

©Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.


A Year of Change

This morning I took a walk and enjoyed the crispy November air.  It felt fresh, and it revitalized me.   And then I thought –

November?   Already!

This past year – yet, not quite over – was a busy time for me.  Some busyness came about deliberately and some naturally evolved.  Being occupied led to simplifying life, and it remained an on-going mission, particularly since the summer.  Someone once told me, “People would be surprised at how little they actually need to live.”

Indeed.

Relationships are the natural ebb and flow of life.  I am always am a firm believer in that you cannot force a relationship.  If it’s meant to be, it will be, whether blood relations or not.  It all evens out the way it’s supposed to be.

I’ve gotten so disorganized in the past couple of years, and I lost my bearing.  There were some damnable problems with people that threw off my balance.  Happily, I’m righted again, finally.

More travelling happened this past year, too. It was good to get away, see different sights, and become more knowledgeable in these travels.

During much of my free time, I wrote more than ever.  I published three books of poetry this year – and if you picked up any of my four books, thank you!  Meanwhile, I’m still working on a larger book that should be ready next year.  I can only write when the spirit moves me.  All writers experience writer’s block from time to time.  It’s natural.

Yet, with all the events this year, this coming year is my “Year of Change.”

This is going to be a first-class year for me, filled with lots of changes for the good.

I’m looking forward to it and sharing it with you.  Stay tuned.

©Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.


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