

The adventures of an avid reading, English teaching, delightfully married mom of three


This is a book that I have been curious about for over a year, but for whatever reason kept putting it off. Dumb, dumb, dumb. This is an AMAZING book. I know, I really love books, but I fell in love with this one very quickly and found it consumed my thoughts until it was finished. It is a beautiful, delightful, charming book that I simply adore.

but maybe I'll just visit my neighbor's fabric shop and break out my sewing machine and make some myself.
For those of you who have read this blog for any amount of time, you will be well aware of the fact that I have a general like for most books and I read all different kinds of genres. The one genre I really haven't gotten into (and not sure that I will) is horror fiction. I teach the horror story to my creative writing students (they love it - gets them writing) but I really haven't read much. But I kept hearing about how this book was one of the greatest on the craft of writing and exceptionally real. I put it off for two years and finally picked it up. I figured it was in my classroom and I recommended it to my writing students so I should read it right? I was pleasantly surprised at how much enjoyability I found in reading this book.
I bought this book when I went to Time Out for Women after I heard Emily Watts speak. She was hilarious and down to earth - reminded me a bit of Mary Ellen Edmunds, and I wanted something fun to read. Obviously, it's taken me a while to get to this one, but I found it was just the book I needed at the time.
I had this book recommended at the UVU conference last year, and praised by some Utah authors as a book they wished they had written but didn't, but I forgot about my list until I saw this book in our school's library. The picture of the girl stuck with me from the conference and this author is friends with Carol Lynch Williams so I figured she had to be decent. I was pleasantly surprised.
The Pulley - George Herbert
WHEN God at first made Man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by—
Let us (said He) pour on him all we can;
Let the world’s riches, which dispersèd lie,
Contract into a span.
So strength first made a way,
Then beauty flow’d, then wisdom, honour, pleasure;
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that, alone of all His treasure,
Rest in the bottom lay.
For if I should (said He)
Bestow this jewel also on My creature,
He would adore My gifts instead of Me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:
So both should losers be.
Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness;
Let him be rich and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to My breast.