Good morning! It is that time in the week when we gather around and compare notes on our thoughts, both bookish and not so bookish. Join Christine over at Bookishly Boisterous to see what others are chatting about.
Yesterday I posted about some changes in my office, at My Interior World: Echoes of the Past.
I took down a basket full of mementos and started sorting…and came up with some intriguing things. Here’s the office with that basket; I marked it with a black square.
With the basket gone, I shuffled some things around and came up with this new look for my office space. Yes, I’m sure it is still way too cluttered for most people, but this is one room in which I love to feel “surrounded” by cozy things. Here is the desk area up close, and the wall area behind it. I do have some family photos…and some quirky things, like that wicker thing with mementos tucked inside. I am a fan of mementos. LOL. That particular “cozy” holds a back stage pass to a show hosted by Dick Clark, during the time my son was his CFO; a sign from BEA when I signed copies of my book Chasing Stardust; an “editor” pin from the time that I edited a newsletter for divorced people; and a stub from Chippendale’s, in Las Vegas.
Close-up of the wicker cozy:
Here’s a view from the door, in which you can glimpse the couch, a bookcase, the TV, and the edge of another bookcase…and lots of framed photos layered on the walls. I still like that look for this room.
Here’s a view of the right side of the room: a bookcase; a table behind it with the printer, etc.; and more stuff on the walls, including a bulletin board, calendar, and some awards.
And finally, another view of my nook, which I have purged a few times. I took more books off the filing cabinet and added some new things on the wall and atop the filing cabinet.
I have also been doing some reading this week. I finished three review books, and now I am reading (and loving) A Spool of Blue Thread, by Anne Tyler.
“It was a beautiful, breezy, yellow-and-green afternoon. . .” This is how Abby Whitshank always begins the story of how she fell in love with Red that day in July 1959. The Whitshanks are one of those families that radiate togetherness: an indefinable, enviable kind of specialness. But they are also like all families, in that the stories they tell themselves reveal only part of the picture. Abby and Red and their four grown children have accumulated not only tender moments, laughter, and celebrations, but also jealousies, disappointments, and carefully guarded secrets. From Red’s father and mother, newly arrived in Baltimore in the 1920s, to Abby and Red’s grandchildren carrying the family legacy boisterously into the twenty-first century, here are four generations of Whitshanks, their lives unfolding in and around the sprawling, lovingly worn Baltimore house that has always been their anchor.
Brimming with all the insight, humor, and generosity of spirit that are the hallmarks of Anne Tyler’s work, A Spool of Blue Thread tells a poignant yet unsentimental story in praise of family in all its emotional complexity. It is a novel to cherish.
I am loving it! It has wrapped itself around me with a squeeze that feels good, even as it hurts. There is joy and pain, loss and the accumulation of wonderful moments. Unforgettable!
What are your bookish/not so bookish thoughts today?