How I Love Thee, Little Free Library

I’m back from a trip to Canada, where we spent time in various places (Toronto, St Catherine’s, Kingston and Mansfield) visiting friends and family. Driving through my sister’s neighbourhood, I spotted this:IMG_0272

I’ve read so much about the Little Free Library phenomenon but never seen one, so I pulled over and walked back.IMG_0275

 

Lovely, simple and full of books to be enjoyed. I took this one:

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I mean, Margaret Atwood & Susanna Moodie? Margaret Atwood’s poems about Susanna Moodie’s immigrant experience? Perfect. When I’ve read it, I’d love to put it in a Little Free Library over here, if I could find one. Even better, I would love to build have someone build me one. My own private library. Swoon.

 

 

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One on The Way In, One On The Way Out & One On The Side

One on the way in, one on the way out and one on the side.

That’s how someone I know used to describe the men in her life. For me, then and now, it was always going to describe books not men.

One on the Way In: Love Like Salt by Helen Stevenson, a memoir about mothers and daughters and specifically about raising a daughter with cystic fibrosis. One of my daughter’s friends has CF. I’m hoping this book will help me better understand the disease.

One on the Way Out: My Name is Leon by Kit de Waal. Leon, the nine-year old narrator burrowed his way into my heart as he struggled to care for his troubled mum and baby brother Jake. This debut novel explores the heartache of lost families, foster care and the swiftness with which a boy can fall between the cracks and hurtle towards trouble. The pace lagged a bit about 2/3rds of the way through, but overall I enjoyed this compassionate look at people on the margins, many of whom help Leon, a character who will stay with me for a long time.

One On the Side: In truth I have many books on the side. My to be read pile teeters with new additions. Three Junes by Julia Glass was recommended by a friend and late last week the library reservation arrived. So Three Junes it is.

What are you reading?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love All

 

  • Husband out of town.
  • Son at a friend’s.
  • Daughter at school.
  • Dog walked.

 

I should be writing, but I’m unabashedly unashamedly watching television in broad daylight.

Because …

Wimbledon.

 

From a friend in exchange for having her son while she went to Wimbledon. I mean could she not have given me her ticket instead ?

A friend gave me the Wimbledon swag as a thank you. A real friend would’ve given me her ticket ! 

 

What’s your guilty pleasure ?