In my car I had to go down a street that is very narrow due to residential parking, at the ends of the long road cars queue up facing each other.
The unwritten rule is to let a few go one end then a few go the other. Cars seemed to pile up in the middle so there was an halt to movement. Slowly but surely cars started to move again, then I ended up at the next small street which joins with a main road. It has room for a couple of cars to wait at the bottom so you politely wait at the top so you don’t block the road, which is what I did (waited politely that is) … But the car behind with the blacked out windows decided he did not want to wait. He overtook on two wheels with a screech and engine revs that were sooo loud it sounded like an aeroplane (slight exaggeration but called for to help you visualise). Only to be met with a land rover coming the other way, lucky no one got hurt. The land rover done a one finger wave to black out window car. When they managed to get past each other I was able to shift my car forward and ended up behind Mr black out window car. Then I found myself mouthing something like ‘silly man’ the true words have been omitted because they were xrated!
The reason why I’m telling you this is because I was reading a psychology piece saying that you should sing a song of joy 😦 if someone cuts you up etc (cuts you up as in car not as in axe murder because if someone was doing that, I’m sure I would not be singing a song of joy).
It stated to let the driver, drive on out of your life do not let it impact you negatively …
Ok that’s a good point, but then it adds we are all fundamentally the same, though you may not be the aggressor, loose cannon driver, there are aspects of that person that are just like you. Then it lists things like …
They could have graduated from the same school!?
They could like the same books!? …
Well that’s when I just burst out laughing!
So the moral of this is when an idiot cuts you up and nearly causes a crash my dear little bookworm friends just wonder if they are reading the same book as you …
Journey by Aaron Becker.
I came across this book at school, we are doing a massive literacy unit on it. We launched the start and the children & adults absolutely love it, a fantastic book for all ages. Where the book differs is it has no text, so the reader interprets the story solely through the pictures. This allows the reader to get deeper & more intricate each time the book is picked up.
It is a masterpiece, the art work is beautifully detailed. The story revolves around a young lonely, bored girl where she travels through a imaginary world with her magic red crayon.
It encourages rich vocabulary from the reader with it’s lush, visual, jaw dropping pictures. It is a book you can share and debate as to what, why, when etc …
The start leads to the end and the end to the start, which you don’t notice on the first ‘read’.
The illustrations alone are so impressive, a stunning book for all bookworms out there…
It would also make a wonderful gift, one to remember!
I found my self being transported back in my mind as I finished reading ‘Mrs Pepper-pot’. I had found this book on the shelf in the school library and just had to re-read as it was a favourite when young. I recalled picking this book and many more up from my local library. My mind reminded me of visiting the local library which was ten minutes walk from my house at the local shopping precinct. There was another library in the town which was a bus journey away, then there was Birmingham City where my nan lived. We used to have a day trip out to the massive library there and the Birmingham museum … Days filled with joy and adventure!
I decided to look up the library from childhood as I moved from that area when I was in my early twenties. I discovered that it still stands but it is boarded up as the council want to expand it into a one stop shop and cater more for adult learning. To be trueful I don’t quite remember it like the picture, I can remember walking down what used to be called the ‘spine’ but it was the 70’s and architecture has moved on since then. It is quite a contrast to my local library now that is situated in a little town, housed in a beautiful grade II listed building, but never the less it’s the inside that counts and I spent many happy hours in there reading. I now live in a village and we have a mobile library that visits the streets, I’m unsure how many of these buses still operate. Sadly libraries are slowly being replaced, the next generation to come will not know of the fun to be had, sitting in a building where you are surrounded by books, hearing story time by an adult who loves to read. Having your little ticket stamped and carrying those books home with an excited skip, hop and jump … Sigh!!!
At work today I was in the staff room and one of my work colleagues mobile went off, she picked up this gorgeous embroidered bag to retrieve her phone. After putting her mobile back I said ‘what a gorgeous bag!’. She replied ‘yep it’s my sisters birthday present, I liked it that much that I didn’t give it to her in the end’. Well there was division in the staff room of whether this was ‘ethical’, which I found highly amusing. My mind drifted off to my bookcase where I have endless books, some bought as gifts but never quite reached the person intended. Here is one of them such a delightful book ‘Heels on Wheels’ similar to Haynes car maintenance books but so much prettier. It covers how to ride a bike in a skirt, how to change a tyre & how to pimp your ride. It was meant to be a friends gift but when I got home I thought it was too cute to let go, besides it just fitted in the space on my book shelf. I think I may have a little problem with being a bibliophile! I did get my friend another gift, it was a book again but this time I bought two exactly the same, one sits on my bookcase, the other made it to my friends house! 😉
For all those who’s guilty pleasure is sniffing old and new books …
Did you know you can get candles that smell of books, libraries and bookstores, these are becoming more popular and can be picked up quite cheaply. Imagine reading a book at home but it smells like your in a old quaint bookshop … Fabulous!
But OMG look what I’ve stumbled across …
A unisex perfume (approx £70) it’s been formulated to smell like books so it will appeal to book lovers. I have no idea what it smells like but I WANT!
It comes in a book that has pages with text on so you could slot it between your other books with the little perfume bottle inside 🙂
What a quirky novel idea …
I sooo wana smell of my true love … Books!!! 📚
A friend who recently visited me stopped to pause at my book shelf unit. He looked on the top row and saw my Mr Men collection, along with The Far Away Tree, Winnie the Pooh and Heidi. He asked ‘your kids books?’ … No I replied they are mine! My friend looked puzzled then looked at me and said you truly love books don’t you!
I then proceeded to break out in probably far too much excitement about my favourite Mr Men book … Mr Messy!
Mr Messy is the most adorable character whom was rather … well messy … messy by name, messy by nature!
The story is that he stumbles across Mr Neat & Mr Tidy, they are very bossy and insist they tidy up Mr Messy’s house. They do not take no for an answer and off they set, they turn his house into a show room. Poor Mr Messy is stuck for words he preferred his house messy. Mr Neat & Mr Tidy then decide Mr Messy is too messy to live in his house now so they both had the same thought, they would have to tidy Mr Messy up! Well they scrubbed him in the bath, brushed him, cleaned him and combed him until he was one slick Mr Messy. The picture creases me up with laughter every time of a very untangled Mr Messy with two dark eyes looking very stunned.
Mr Messy didn’t feel like himself but I think secretly he liked his new look and they all became good friends. The moral at the end of the book is if your a very messy person you might have a visit from two people and you know who they are called don’t you!
All the Mr Men books are fantastic with brilliant vocabulary and illustration to delight a child of any age, even the more mature inner child would enjoy! 😉
The Book Thief is an amazing book it is probably a favourite along with a couple of others.
Now normally I would not even contemplate or entertain the idea of watching a film that had been produced from such a favourite book. The reason being is when you get pulled into the written word your imagination takes over, little clues are given here and there but it’s your vision that is taking shape in your mind and heart.
However for some strange reason the front cover of this film just pulled me in, I did not search for this on the shelf it seemed to search for me. The girl looked better than my imagination, she looked just as she should look. The way she grasped at the book made my heart sing. She has an angelic face with determination that would sit happily as a beautiful portrait in any art gallery. It was a face that could tell a story, a face that would look good tilted towards a book.
I found myself just having to buy it. To be trueful I was a little nervous to watch it but literally after a few seconds it had me hook, line & sinker. The acting was fantastic, the characters were just right, I delighted in the film and was moved to tears at the same time. My thoughts have now been updated to the characters of the film where I can reminisce with fondness in my heart and mind of this absolutely, wonderful, beautiful, moving story.