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Confession time: I really, really enjoy a buying books.  No, not environmentally friendly used books: previously owned, read once and then shelved in used book stores at a discounted price.  I’m talking, brand new, spine’s never been cracked, smell like heaven books, from the locally owned bookstores in town.

I’m a book snob, I know, I know.  I’ve been suckered in like a crow with an occasional expensive shiny things habit.

It’s not like I haven’t bought books from a used bookstore.  I have; once.  Ishmael, by Daniel Quinn.  It had been well taken care of, didn’t smell like smoke or have food crumbling out of the pages, so I went out on a limb and bought it.

In university, well, used books were a necessity.  Who wanted to pay double for something you could get that may already have some great Hamlet ‘ah-ha’ moment scrawled in a margin?

It’s not like I’m a used bookstore hater.  I actually think they’re pretty romantic.  Imagine an entire building housing old stories just waiting to be discovered.  Stories that writers from the past and present have poured their hearts and souls into, some long forgotten; others on the tip of our tongues.

No matter where they come from, there’s something about the weight of a book in your palm, as you lift it off the shelf that cannot be replicated by electronics.  With each book comes a promise of a new world, a new adventure, or just plain ol’ voyeurism.  (And no, I’m not talking the Grey series, which by the way I was open to, thought I’d love as the rest of the world did, and couldn’t get past the crappy writing of the first book. So it remains permanently in my ‘Do Not Read Pile’.)

It’s no surprise, my personal ‘Books To Read’ pile is larger than my ‘Books Read’ pile, while my lovies’ ‘Books To Read’ pile vanishes faster than I can say, “okay.”

So here is what we are reading these days;

Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn.  This is an adult book, and I’m happy to say I finished it last week.  It’s a mystery, so great for fall.  I was literally turning pages at 2 a.m. because Flynn’s characters had suckered me in.  I also had to stop reading some nights because I was getting the heebie-geebies.  It’s about a husband and wife who move to the husband’s hometown and shortly after the wife disappears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Worst Witch, by Jill Murphy.  Well, actually we’re on book two: The Worst Witch Strikes Again.  Miss Q seems to enjoy the series, especially since Mildred Hubble was gifted a cat in the first book.  Come to think of it, she probably wishes she could go to Miss Cackle’s Academy to get a cat of her own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Balloon Tree, by Phoebe Gilman.  With a princess, balloons, an evil Archduke and a magician, what three-year-old wouldn’t love this fairytale?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bus Stop, by Taro Gomi.  A charming little “i-spy” board book that feels like you’re giving your kids a reading comprehension test – but they just like the story.

Happy Reading!

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You may be surprised to discover that we do not celebrate Valentine’s Day by the glow of a computer, as my husband WOWS.

No, even though his toon currently has a festive heart over his head, Valentine’s Day is always romantic in our house.  Yes, we take time to tell each other we care during non-designated days, but Valentine’s Day always gets extra attention.

Valentine’s Days past used to include a three-course meal, complete with champagne and sing-along at our favorite Valentine restaurant: The Cherry Bank Hotel.

The Cherry Bank was a hole-in-the-wall establishment, complete with 1920’s decor; pianist who’d play Valentine golden oldies off our song sheet; and horse racing upstairs, in its dimly lit lounge.

Imagine my dismay when I phoned four years ago for a reservation and was told it was closed… for demolition.

That year, year five of me actually having a Valentine, found me a married house owner on the cusp of motherhood.  On last extravagant hurrah took us to Pablo’s, another awesome, awesome find.

Pablo’s: three-courses, dripping with butter and wine, French cuisine.  C’est magnifique!  The food melted in our mouths.  It wasn’t the Cherry Bank, but it was tasty… and a tad pricey.  But what’s a $200.00 meal among Valentines?

Since Pablo’s, Valentine’s Day has been more moderate.  Take-out, chocolates, wine, Scrabble.

Today we piled into the car and drove down to The Beacon Hill Drive-In (another tasty-tasty eatery).  We got cheeseburgers and milkshakes (my husband discovered they make root beer ones – yummy for him) and drove down to Clover Point.

We sat in the van, husband, daughters, dog, and I, and ate our feast, while watching the sunset.

It was a great evening, capped off by a drive through Chinatown where red and purple lanterns are strung across the road.  Beautiful.

Between catching up on Canada’s gold medal, watching my most favourite show of all time: The Amazing Race, and getting the littles to bed, there was no time for Scrabble.  But the night was perfect without it.

The only thing that could have pushed it over the top, for Miss Q, we were told, was if we’d brought our bathing suits and gone for a dip in the ocean.

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