Hope is Essential


There are pros and cons to reading realistic fictional Young Adult novels. One major Con for me is reliving all that teenage angst! A major Pro : I am no longer a teenager.  Whew! There’s a certain enjoyment in reading a YA novel when you are an older adult….call it perspective, call it maturity, call it whatever.  But I do believe we are never too old to share in the ups and downs of life together, and maybe even learn something new from one another! YA novels allow us to peek into the lives of the young around us and see the world through their eyes.

This book, Essential Maps for the Lost by Deb Caletti, deals with the serious and sometimes controversial issues of depression and suicide.  Sadly,  I have read several stories that address and acknowledge similar serious issues that a teen is dealing with, yet by the end of the book there is still no hope. Continue reading

Three for Thursday: Rene Gutteridge

I am a new blogger….but an old reader.

By this I mean I have read so many books in my 40+ years, and I just want to tell you about them all! Trouble is, I don’t always remember everything about some of these books.  I do remember whether I enjoyed them – or not.  (Remember the smiley face/frowny face rating system in my High Tech Book Log??) But seriously, even though it’s been a while since I’ve read them, today’s “threefer” books are all good, in my humble opinion. AND – the best part- each one is the first book in a series.  So, if you enjoy these books, they come with sequels!  Continue reading

Savory Books, Delicious Authors

Okay, I’m just going to put it out there.

The List, that is.

A few years ago, my sister Renee’ (my lifelong and very first BFF)  and I flew to San Diego to see our brother perform in the opera “Don Quixote”.  It was an amazing performance – and not just because he’s my brother – and a really fun trip!  The most special part of the trip was just spending time with my sister.  Although we live in the same state (Michigan), she lives on the very western edge of the Upper Peninsula, while I live in the southwest corner of the Lower, about 9 hours away by car.  So, though we talk or text several times a day, we don’t get to actually spend time together very often.  We are 14 months apart in age and have been as close as twins our entire lives, but if I were a mug of root beer,  Renee’ would be a root beer float – with whipped cream and sprinkles! I’ve always considered her a more “sparkly” version of me.  Anyway, on our flight home, we had a layover at the Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport, on our way to Detroit where we would then part ways.  We sat in a restaurant, tired but happy, and discussed, of course, books. Continue reading