Annie and her best buddy, Sundance.
Red Feather Lakes, Colorado
Nature & Books belong to the eyes that see them.
- Emerson
I have never responded to anything, but I do read all your posts. So glad you decided to come back even in a different form. I live in the Netherlands and love your blog. Do it anyway you want to, but please, keep coming back, because reading your posts is big fun.
All the best!
I have been reading your book recommendations for close to 15 years now. Don't know what I would have done without them...
Oh dear. I love to read your reviews (do you know how many books I've read because of you, Les?!)
I'm so bummed you are signing off! I have gotten many good book recs from your blog. I hope you will leave it online anyway as a reference of your past reads.
I've read so many book you have recommended, I've cried with you on sad anniversaries, and laughed with you at celebrations.
I will miss your reviews, which have led me to some great reads and steered me clear of some not-so-great ones, as well as increasing the size of my to-be-read list.
Most of all, though, I'll miss the glimpses into your life through your photos and travel adventures.
I'm sorry to hear that, Lesley. You were my #1 source for book purchase ideas for the Palmyra Library.
Good friends and good books --Things we want to hang on to forever.
Be well. Be happy. Read a lot or not a lot if you don't want to. Mostly, my wish for each of you is that you live and glory in the present and in the richness of the time we have here on this earth. Life is short. Tell someone you love them every day.
A good marriage drags a long tail of memory behind it. A single word or gesture, a tone of voice can conjure up so many remembrances. Laurie and I had been flirting like this for thirty-odd years, since the day we met in college and we both went a little love-crazy. Things were different now, of course. At fifty-one, love was a quieter experience. We drifted through the days together. But we both remembered how it all started, and even now, in the middle of my middle age, when I think of that shining young girl, I still feel a little thrill of first love, still there, still burning like a pilot light. (Defending Jacob by William Landy)