Showing posts with label Sunday Morning Mailbox. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunday Morning Mailbox. Show all posts

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Sunday Morning Mailbox: II



Received from: Library, Dollar Bookstore in the mall, Dollar Tree.
Price Paid: 10 Dollars and 50 cents
Book Format: 4 Hardcover, 2 paperback.



Because of Romek by David Faber:
When walking through the mall with my mom we noticed a man who stood in front of a five-by-five square folding card table with books laying on it. He stood outside a bookstore and smiled at me, he asked me if I had ever heard of the Holocaust. I just about nearly flinched.
 I said "I would never forget."
He smiled and told my mother and I that he was a Holocaust survivor, he said this book was his story and I bought it, not because he had showed me his tattooed number on his left arm, but because I wanted it. No ones story should be discarded, or forgotten. Seconds later he asked who to make it out to and my mom said George. George is my uncle, his birthday was coming up and she thought, because he liked history  it would be a good present. David Faber's hands shook as he wrote out the letters, I nearly cried. When we got home my dad said that only I would want a book as a birthday present, and as it turned out, George hadn't wanted it, my dad bought him a tool from Home Depot. I kept the book, secretly jumping for joy.

Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell:

I do so love vintage withered books. So you could imagine my joy when I saw this lovely sitting on the classic's shelf of the Library Sale section. Only a dollar! I loved the movie, have watched almost every summer for the past like ten years. It is so witty, and romantic, so wondrously bold at times and it just makes you want to sigh tilt your head and rest it on you up-turned palm.
Please Don't Eat The Daises, by Jean Kerr:
Oh dear lemon drops! This book is amazingly fantastic, and I have only read the first page. So witty, and blunt, so unforgivingly brash. I do love the sixties and if you throw into the mix, a modern enlightened women, well there is just no telling what I will do!
The book is written so freshly stark with humor in every word, the details are so vivid that you feel as if the woman is actually talking to you.
During a time when women were expected to smile pleasantly, bare and raise their husbands children, and always have a freshly hot meal waiting for them when they got home, this book pleasantly surprised me with being nothing as is expected of it. Instead Kerr tells frankly about how her life was, and spilled all the glass marbles stating exactly what she thought of her housewife life.
The Breakdown Lane, by Jacquelyn Mitchard:
One has to be the center of attention, one has to be the quote-unquote mean girl of high school, and at least once in their lifetime a girl gets dumped, cheated on, or refused. For those people, they turn to help for the answer to the ever evading Why me? Advice columnist Julieanne is their help and she excels at her job; now if you took a peek at her own personal life, well her accreditation would just shot down the tubes. She has, like everyone else missed the signs! 
'Oh dreadful no, not the signs!' You say.
Me personally I strongly dislike the mythical signs because honestly, no one ever-and I do mean ever literally- sees those bloody signs. And tip for today: if they say they have well their either lying through there teeth or their lying about their life through their teeth.

Anyhow, after her husband informs Julieanne that he needs 'time' to think through his life, basically he needs 'time' away from his kids and his wife. After a while when he doesn't return to the white house, three kids, dotting wife, and a dog it becomes clear that he had never intended to use the word 'time' literally but figuratively for its second meaning was 'ever', he wasn't coming back ever.
Although life is not known to take things sitting down and so a twist erupts in this novel as Julieanne becomes ill; those left-behind three kids then go out on a mission to find they're runaway dad and bring him back before its too late for Julieanne.
How To Buy a Love Of Reading, by Tanya Egan Gibson:





How incredibly intriguing this debut novel seemed to me, a young girl studying endlessly for perfect SAT scores discovers her love for reading. Filled with witty retorts, dismayed teenagers, comical situations and a pestering English teacher always pushing more books and essays onto her students shoulders.
When one day in class this same teacher addresses Carley with a question “What is your favorite book?" Carley answers back “Never met one I liked,” Oh the humanity! Right!
Any-who, her parents decide they are going to buy their daughter love for reading by hiring a novelist/writer to write a book just for Carley, one that she have to love; naturally hilarity issues and things spin wonky.
Robin Hood and His Merry Men:
Oh how I adore the classics. *Sigh* Such perfect writing, and thought-through verses. Robin Hood vastly became one of my favorites, wait for the kicker now...I have yet to read it. 
*Gasp* Quite right you are my fellow readers, I admit to only having watched just about every Robin Hood movie, series, etc., etc. and not found inspiration or intrigue to read the novel. Though you know me, give me a vintage hardbound book for fifty cents and I add it to my collection of 'to-be' wall to ceiling study library.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Sunday Morning Mailbox: I



I: Sunday, 12th February, 2012

Received From: Local Library Sale.
Price paid: 2 Dollars.
Book Titles: See Below Info.
Book Format: 3 Hardcovers, 1 Paperback.


Front Cover





Night Train to Lisbon by Grayson, Emily:
Set in the 1930's when the world was at it's most suspicious, most devious, and always fretfully paranoid of each, a couple comes to realize that without love life is just a dull.
Carson Weatherell is going to Europe, curtsey of her aunt and uncle, traveling all the way from America into the very heart of America's opposition.
Chapter One.
When a serious illness has her contemplating her dreadful return home to her Connecticut country side Carson couldn't be more desolate. Then comes the train ride, and soon follows the handsome scientist Alec Breve from Britain. They meet and soon are thrust into a deep and plunging love affair. Shattered only when Carson relieves the worst, Alec may or may not be a spy for Germany, he suggests he be turned over to the officials'. The only way to do this is by betrayal, a betrayal so cutting that that their are two victim's in the end. Carson, crestfallen and deeply afflicted with her deep growing love for Alec debates endlessly on whether she should do as her uncle asks and trap Alec or prove his innocence to him. But what if he latter is wrongly sought, what if Alec is a spy and Carson convicted just along side him for treason. How far does one truly go for love.

Front Cover
One Sunday Morning by Ephron, Amy:
Four women see something they ought not to, what they see is downright scandalous, would cause heartbreak and ruination of a fellow 'acquaintance' of there's. The four women see Lizzie Carswell elite socialite married beauty leaving a hotel with a young man who is not her husband, Billy Holmes. The women at once decide they never saw a thing and stick to that pact. Until someone slips up, until someone breaks.
Chapter One.
Nothing is set is stone in the 1920's and the world seems to be set off tilt, especially for the flappers of New York. In this novel Lizzie and Billie are accused of something disastrously  dangerous, flirtatiously witty and with rhythmic prose at its core and delightfully intriguing through it all.
The 1920's is by far one of my favorite era's, where the women were brash, wore slit skirts that showed far too much skin and drank Martini's like Soda Pop, back when life was lavish and ciggies were oblivious harmless fun. I cannot wait to read this book, and am so overjoyed to have it part of my library!
Front Cover

The Portable Dorothy Parker by Parker, Dorothy:
A woman who holds her head high, is terse and curt with her crass wit and stunning portrayal of the 20th century. I was over-the-moon when I found this lovely, and fondly read book, with a ripped cover, worn spin, yellow tinged pages and bent into submission I just had to have it. 
Chapter/Story One
I am a wide and large fan of vintage. My closet consists of waist high skirts, kitten heels, and pelted starched shirts. Strings of various strands of various lengths of pearls, a golden daisy glass perfume bottle, and a unique wooden one, both purchased at ravishing antique store for a total of 70 dollars.
A full collection of a marvelous woman's works, poetry that sinks into my like a warm hot chocolate, deeply depressed Dorothy manages to morph her botched suicide attempt into bitter witty banter, she regards her men the way men regard their women and holds nothing in. Her emotions and dark mind mangles the words to bend to her wishes and I find that utterly intoxicating.
Front Cover

Bandbox by Mallon, Thomas:
During the time when all the world wanted was fashion, ciggies, vodka cocktails, and jazz the Bandbox was there to deliver. 
Chapter One
The Bandbox is a sultry magazine that is the go to, mag for everything that was 'in' in the 1920's. Run by 'Joe' Harris the newspapers staff range from criminal fanatics, lovesick vaudeville pup's, sexy determined copy-boys, and the every elusive flappers. When the magazine fights for its survival there is now, low Joe will go to, to return it to its once glamours height.This novel completes a task that is hard to accomplish, it, in vivid rich strokes captures the very core of New York's Jazz Age with hilarious witty retort this book is sure to be a page-turner for me.

See Jane Run:

Rating: 2 1/2 out of 5 stars.  Recommendation: Eh, it wouldn't kill you to read this.  The Intrigue: So listen, let's say you weren...