Back in early December, my book club picked A Discovery of Witches for our upcoming book nerd-out session. And when I say "we" picked it, I really mean I nudged it forward because folks had been coming in the store to grab the book. And it's super helpful if, as a bookseller, I can chat... Continue Reading →
I picked up Wally Lamb's She's Come Undone on a whim. A mass market paperback version was just laying about in the store, in a pile of used books I was sorting to shelve. They don't really sell for us, those little block-like books, so I figured nobody'd be itching to buy it anyway. So... Continue Reading →
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All said, it probably took an hour for the boat to meander across the glassy lake. A few times she'd tried to use the tree branch as an oar--but that threatened to send her in endless circles. She'd opted to search out constellations instead. Which is why, when she reached the other side of the lake, she was snoring softly. And why she didn't realize she'd drifted aground until she heard her own name.
In the round mirror marred with the black flecks of age, she saw herself. More accurately, she saw a version of herself. The stoic, bookish librarian version of Eustice had given way to something entirely different. Her long hair framed her face in a wild tangle. The sun making its way into the room lit her wild hair aglow. Her eyes, sooty with mascara and eyeliner, looked to Eustice both exotic and repulsive. She eyed her reflection warily, as if it might suddenly speak unbidden. But they both remained silent.
Percy’s mom was real cool—I mean, other than the fact that she’d given him the name Percy. That was a pretty big goof up. He was always getting into fights over it. But otherwise, she was a real nice mom. She didn’t even get mad when we came skidding into the house, all sweaty, and dropped our stuff by the front door. And she always had popsicles in the freezer. The red ones were my favorite. Which was great because Perc liked purple (yuck.) but hated red. So, there were always plenty of reds left when I came over.
It didn’t matter anyway. In 10 minutes, she and Mom would be out of here. Headed west on Highway 58. Toward whatever it was that kept drawing Mom in. Or was she running away from something? Dani honestly didn't know.
Chester grabbed Mr. Pips and headed toward the front door. He'd had just enough of Mommy's sighing and the baby's squawking. He wanted things to be like they used to be. He wanted someone to be interested in his stories again. His wonderful, magical stories full of fierce and beautiful creatures and brilliantly brave heroes (who, admittedly, always looked and acted a bit like Chester himself). Now Chester sighed. This new baby had ruined everything. Mr. Pips gazed at Chester sympathetically, and he gave the old, battered stuff bunny a squeeze.
Wind swept wildly against the windows, rattling the panes, sending embers shooting through the air--miniature meteors bright and angry.
Coraline pressed her hand gently against the rough, wooden door. It looked weathered, like it had absorbed all the brightness of Spring and the darkness of Winter. The wood settled into a deep gray, still splintered in places. Coraline wondered briefly if some sandpaper might restore it to a brighter hue. The door creaked slowly... Continue Reading →