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CFFC: Books and Paper

Last week was Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge- Books and Paper. Being a book lover, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to share some photos. I love books so much I really wanted to start doing book photo shoots but I’m going to have a houseful of people this week and a novel to write for Nanowrimo so I had to keep myself in check.

Have a great day!



A Pool of Tears


“However, she soon make out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

One of the coolest things about really great books is that no matter how many times you read them, you always discover more. I’ve been a reader from the very time I learned to read. In fact, I’m one of those people that tend to read everything around me. It has been a life long struggle to not read things I shouldn’t be reading because it makes me look like I’m snooping. I’m not though. I am a compulsive reader. But that’s not what I was thinking when I began writing here about this quote from my beloved Alice book.

I had a difficult time choosing a book so I ended up closing my eyes and pulled out this one. When I ended up with the above quote, I gave it some thought, separate from the story that I know. It really can be a stand alone quote, can’t it? Because who of us haven’t found ourselves to be splashing around, sputtering and trying to keep our heads above a mess of our own making? I tend to be my own worst enemy, letting my anxiety sky rocket at times. It’s something that I have struggled to keep in check. Unfortunately, I’m usually up to my neck in it by the time I recognize it for what it is and then it’s difficult to talk myself down. Most definitely a pool of my own tears.

If you wanted to, you could look at the tears as self-pity, too. That’s what Alice was doing, right? And it’s very easy to get caught up in a pity party of epic proportions. You can insert any emotion and have a similar problem. I think regardless of the reason behind the tears is the realization that you control how you react.

You can bob in the water, gasping for air every time your head breaks the surface. You can flail and flap and make a commotion. You can sink to the bottom of the pool and lay there waiting for someone to scoop you up. Or you can doggie paddle yourself over to the shore and get yourself out of it. I’m more of a doggie paddler myself. How about you?

This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “point.” Open a book on your lap, close your eyes, and put your finger on the page. Whatever you land on, whether it be a word, a phrase, or a sentence, write about it. Enjoy!

Happy Saturday!



Good Reading

“Good books, like good friends, are few and chosen; the more select, the more enjoyable.” -Louisa May Alcott

While Alice in Wonderland will always be my favorite childhood book, there are so many others that stand out, too. The Betsy-Tacy series is one I read over and over again. Watching Betsy, Tacy and Tib grow up as the series progressed always thrilled me. I was obsessed with Little House books, as well. When the books became a tv show, it was so much fun to see Ma, Pa, Mary and Laura come to life on the screen!

Trixie Belden was another favorite.She was always stumbling into mysteries and I loved her fearlessness, especially since I related more to her best friend, Honey, who was quieter. In fact, I usually played the quiet side kick in real life so it’s not surprise I was drawn to my counterparts in my favorite books. I could never be Nancy Drew, but I was the best Bess, her best friend, that you would find!

The books that I owned were well-worn from being read over and over again. And the ones I borrowed from the library? I would love to find out how many times I checked them out! Books and reading were definitely the highlight of my childhood and I can’t imagine life without them.

This list really is endless! (And it’s supposed to be my favorite childhood book…)

What’s your favorite childhood book(s)?



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WPC- Weathered

weathered alice

Poor Alice has seen better days, hasn’t she? She immediately caught my eye one day when I was at a thrift store. She was grouped with a few other “Alice” items but she definitely stood out. My initial instinct was to reach out and touch her flaky exterior but I refrained, settling on lifting the price tag, curious what someone thought she was worth and hopeful that it would be a price I could justify paying. Alas, $65 seemed quite steep considering the condition the old girl was in! I wonder if anyone saw the value in her or if she’s still gathering dust, waiting for the right person to come along. And I wonder what it is about her that someone thinks makes her worth so much.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Weathered

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Happy Day After Halloween

Hi! I’m not a fan of Halloween. I mean, I guess I liked trick or treating somewhat when I was growing up, although I was always on edge looking out for other kids in creepy costumes. I don’t like costumes. Never did. Still don’t. I never liked being scared as a kid and that remains true even today. The scariest movies I ever saw were The Amityville Horror (1979) and The Exorcist (1978).

Haunted houses are not my idea of a good time and the last one that I was in was back in 1982. My boyfriend at the time had his heart set on going to this haunted house that was affiliated with a community group of which he belonged so being the good girlfriend, I agreed to go. I never said I would participate though and I think he was a tad disappointed when I informed him that I would be following close behind him, my hand gripping the belt loop on the back of his jeans, with my eyes tightly closed. And that’s exactly what I did, shuffling along, hearing music, screams and cries of thrilled terror, being jostled here and there as people reacted to the frightful happenings, never loosening my grip on my boyfriend’s jean’s belt loop.

We were nearing the end when my boyfriend came to a sudden stop. I ran straight into him and as I was attempting to peel myself off his back, I heard a voice calmly say, “Hi, Kat!” My eyes flew open and my head whipped every which way looking for person who knew me, in the dark, plastered to my boyfriend’s backside with my eyes screwed shut. Despite me asking my boyfriend (and anyone else I could think of), who that could have been, I never found out who it was. 35 years later, I still wonder who felt the need to break character and say hi amid the chaos of a haunted house, which I obviously was not enjoying.

And that leads me to the reason I shared that story from teen Kat’s past. In honor of Halloween, Hugh shared a song that would make his Halloween playlist and asked others to share their favorites for 51 Weeks: 51 Songs from the Past.

I’ve already shared the song that would have topped I list, if I did Halloween- see Michael Jackson’s Thriller.

This caused my mind to wander down a more creative path and I began thinking of haunting songs (keeping with the Halloween theme) but I guess when that rabbit scurried past me tsk tsking at his pocket watch, I fell down a rabbit hole and found this song.

White Rabbit, written by Grace Slick and performed here by Jefferson Airplane, hit the airwaves in 1967- a mere 50 years ago. The song, based on Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, is said to be a cautionary tale to parents of the dangers of reading your children stories like these and then wondering why they take drugs. I’m not sure how true that is. I lost count of the number of times I read Alice and have never tried a single illegal drug to date! I have loved Alice as long as I can remember and as a child, I could relate to her confusion in Wonderland where nothing is quite as it seems. It’s quite ironic how much I truly love this story given my intense fear of the unknown!

Now that I’ve shared with you my (most likely confusing) train of thought, please be sure to head over to Hugh’s place and see what he’s been up to. Not only does he have his weekly song feature, but he’s the king of short story endings with a twist!


Happy November!