Oh, he is stylish! Look at the pocket square! :D
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Poor Man's Provence (copy)
After hearing Rheta Grimsley Johnson speak last week on her new book Poor Man’s Provence at the Mississippi Library Association’s annual conference in Natchez, I really cannot wait to visit the region. I find myself fascinated with the Cajun lifestyle and swamps which shelter the culture.
It all began when Rheta accepted an assignment from her Atlanta newspaper editor to cover a wild boar hunt. Within 1,500 acres of wooded, hurricane-fenced Louisiana, Rheta, along with husband Don and a group of hung-over young men, proceeded to hunt the elusive boars. In this “glorified hog pen” they walked in a guided circle until they came upon a sleeping sounder.
They began to realize the cheesy situation as the guide commenced to jabbing at the snoring razorbacks. One-by-one the reluctantly groggy hogs began to stand and scatter through the woods. As the last one shook off sleep, the men allowed one virile hunter to take aim.
Like watching a golfer make a hole-in-one, the group stood stunned as the lone arrow sliced completely through one boar and into another. With one shot the hunt was over. The young men had hoped to bag a trophy boar at $325, but instead got two “meat” hogs at $165 apiece. They had spent the limit.
It was still early morning; therefore, Rheta and Don decided to explore the southeastern part of the state. They both love the water and boats and thought this a fun way to kill time. It was in the small town of Henderson, right beside the little marina, where they spotted a “pale lime vinyl” houseboat. Above the entrance hatch a piece of driftwood proclaimed, “The Green Queen.”
A nice man showed them around the little boat, and with a car dealer’s grin he said, “This is one heckuva deal.” They smiled, but neither showed any interest. The couple then pondered the boat all the way back to Atlanta without ever voicing aloud their secrets dreams. Rheta envisioned a quiet place to read, and Don saw a duck hunter’s paradise.
After unloading the car and sitting down to dinner, it took one quizzical look between them and Don was on the phone to the salesman. In the background he could hear the townies laughing as he reluctantly resigned to the fact that he was the fish on the hook and this salesman was reeling.
I cannot tell you how much fun this book is to read as Rheta and “One Duck Don” become residents of Henderson. They find a little slice of heaven in the swamps, and readers will too.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Blog Tour Second Stop!
Something Wicked by Alan Gratz is the second book in his contemporary, Macbeth murder-mystery series for young adults. For a limited time (Till Nov. 30) one can read Something Rotten for free! Go visit Gratz here, and be sure to visit his active blog co-written by wife, Wendi.
Others participating in the tour can be found at The 160 Acre Woods, A Christian Worldview of Fiction, All About Children’s Books, Becky’s Book Reviews, Book Review Maniac, Cafe of Dreams, Dolce Bellezza, Hyperbole, Kidz Book Buzz, Looking Glass Reviews, Never Jam Today, Reading is My Superpower
Monday, October 27, 2008
Blog Tour First Stop!
Something Wicked by Alan Gratz is our featured book this week at Kids Book Buzz!
First line of the book states, "History is full of guys who did stupid things for women."
What a wondeful line!
Others participating in the tour can be found at The 160acrewoods, A Christian Worldview of Fiction, All About Children’s Books, Becky’s Book Reviews, Book Review Maniac, Cafe of Dreams, Dolce Bellezza, Hyperbole, KidzBookBuzz.com, Looking Glass Reviews, Never Jam Today, Reading is My Superpower
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Uncle Tom's Children (copy)
This year marks the centennial of Richard Wright’s birth. In celebration the “Mississippi Reads” program, sponsored by the state, features his book, Uncle Tom’s Children. All across Mississippi curious citizens are opening his works and joining in heartfelt discussions.
Just last week, I bumped into my friend and neighbor at the local grocery store. As we were sharing good news, she told me she was currently reading Wright’s Black Boy. Not only was she reading it for an Ole Miss class, but her youngest was reading it for Senior's English! How exciting to hear two unrelated schools are reading Wright as part of the curriculum.
Uncle Tom’s Children is an accessible read for most adults and upper level students. Readers are treated to a short autobiography in Wright’s essay “The Ethics of Living Jim Crow” which was not included in earlier versions but opens this book. (If one has read “Black Boy” it will seem familiar, although the tone is harsher.) Then readers face five short stories that emphasize the Jim Crow lifestyle. Each story is heart-breaking. Readers can discern early on that the main characters are all doomed.
In “Big Boy Leaves Home,” Big Boy and buddies skip school and trespass on property in order to swim in a pond. A white woman wanders down to the water. Within seconds, she lets out a scream as she perceives these naked boys running towards her as a threat. In reality, they are running to get their clothes which happen to be within six feet of her. Fiancée, with rifle in hand, comes to her rescue.
In “Down by the Riverside,” Mann’s pregnant wife is in labor as high waters threaten to cut them off from civilization. Uncle Bob is sent to trade the mule for a boat when the midwife declares she must have a doctor’s help. Bob returns with a stolen boat, and the family departs for the hospital. They get lost, and stop at one of the only homes with lights to ask for directions. It is the home of the white boat owners.
The violence that ensues makes this inaccessible to younger readers. May I suggest, Haiku: This Other World by Wright. In the tradition of real Japanese Haiku, Wright writes of the seasons and not racism. The 817 poems are perfect for teaching the art, and exposing young readers to a Mississippi treasure. Teachers could ask students to design a birthday card for the author with their own Haiku inside.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The Shack (copy)
Mackenzie Allen Phillips “Mack” is troubled. He spent his life serving God, married a better Christian than himself, and raised his children in the church. Why was he the target of such pain?
Before “The Great Sadness” overtook Mack, he thought his life blessed. A beautiful wife who loves him no matter his gruffness. Five children who are truly beautiful inside and out. He likes to joke, “They took his good looks because Nan still has hers.” Oldest sons are out making a living and his two middle kids, Josh and Kate, are getting good grades in college; although, they still live at home. And then there is Missy, the late in life little surprise.
It happened at the family’s last-hoorah camping trip before three of Mack’s kids had to return to school. Mack rose early to prepare a pancake breakfast in the wilds of Oregon for the crew. His wife Nan was still at work and would try to join the family later that day.
It wasn’t long before everyone was out of the tents and rubbing their eyes. Apparently, the cakes became stuck to the griddle and Mack burned two fingers trying to save them. His expletives could wake a hibernating bear, no wonder everyone was up.
While cleaning up his mess the group wondered off to the river for some canoeing. Mack joined them just in time to see the canoe capsize with Kate and Josh entering the water. He felt okay, they had on life jackets, but Josh didn’t surface!
Mack didn’t waste any time. He took two big strokes and was on the scene and under the water. Josh was pinned down between the canoe and a log which held his jacket. Mack surfaced for another breath then went back under to force the canoe over.
Josh popped out, but unconscious. It took a few seconds of Mack administering CPR and Josh was throwing up this morning’s eggs to everyone’s relief. Okay, Mack stood back and regrouped. Kate is fine. Josh is fine. Where is Missy?
The Shack, written by William P. Young, is an incredible story. The plot combines a modern day mystery with biblical theology that has America talking. The shack of the title is a metaphor for that which is our “great sadness.”
The controversy evolves from one man’s fictional opinion of the Holy Trinity. Readers may not like his choice of characters to depict the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost; although, they will not forget them. I personally love the book and thought Young’s voice refreshing.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Wesley the Owl (copy)
Two nights ago I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed when I heard a loud Whoo-Whoo-Whoo. The windows of our house were closed tight yet the noise felt like it was behind my back. I called hubby into the bathroom to confirm my hearing.
Of course, it was an owl in one of our willow oaks communicating with its mate. Somewhere in the darkness, possibly a block away, we heard the return hoot of another owl. We have barn owls in our neighborhood, but these were commuters who only stopped by for 20 minutes. What fascinating creatures!
Born February 10, 1985, Wesley the owl suffered nerve damage in one of his wings. Meaning, this barn owl would never be able to fly for long periods of time before succumbing to exhaustion. Wesley would never be able to hunt for himself and without a mother he would surely die.
Biologists at California Institute of Technology (Caltech) considered Wesley’s lot a great chance for someone to raise him as a pet. Enter Stacey O’Brien. New to the Caltech staff having only worked a year as a biologist, her superior called her to his office four days later to discuss the owlet’s fate. She enthusiastically agreed to take on the possible 15 years of research this little ball of down might provide.
Stacey considered this her opportunity to study a single animal on a 24/7 schedule just like her heroine, Jane Goodall. Little did she know Wesley Valentine, having entered her life that Valentine’s Day, would change it dramatically.
For the first six months he was taken everywhere Stacey went. He needed her warmth to survive. Thus, she wrapped him in blankets like a newborn when going to work or on little errands. One such errand to the grocery shocked an over-eager shopper when they pulled back the covers and asked, “Is that a dinosaur?!?”
Stacey is seen as a mother figure in the first couple of years, but as Wesley turns 3 she becomes his mate. Owls mate for life and Wesley is no exception.
For this Halloween season pick up Stacey O’Brien’s Wesley the Owl: The Remarkable Love Story of an Owl and His Girl. It is full of photos as Wesley goes from newborn to the ripe old age of nineteen.
Another excellent review of Wesley can be found at Sam's Book Chase.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Black Boy (copy)
I finished Richard Wright’s Black Boy last week and just shook my head. I kept coming up with one word to describe his life: hunger. He hungered for food, he hungered for love, he hungered for attention, and he hungered for knowledge.
Richard Nathaniel Wright was born September 4, 1908 near Roxie, Mississippi on Rucker’s Plantation. His family, gripped with poverty, was constantly moving from state to state in order to find work. Wright’s mobile lifestyle allowed for three months of school in Memphis, one large gap, then some more school in Arkansas, another gap, and finally graduated ninth grade at the age of 17 in Jackson, MS.
Through this autobiography and his other writings such as Native Son, I am convinced he was a genius. His early education was too sporadic to attribute to his speech and grammar skills. It was his hunger for knowledge that improved his life. One of America’s many self-taught men.
Wright began his self education with a burning desire to know more and the use of a white man’s library card. While working in a Memphis optical shop, he would come in early to read the complimentary Commercial Appeal in the lobby. One day he ran across an editorial denouncing H.L. Mencken with one short sentence, “Mencken is a fool.”
Who was this Mencken and how did he raise the ire of a normally even tempered editor? Wright needed to know, but the Memphis Public Library was for whites only. One of his many errands for the optical company included picking up books for fellow workers at the downtown library. He thought how easy it would be for him to check out books on one of those cards if he could only get the owner’s permission.
Wright talked a nice Irish Catholic—long forgotten his name—into sharing his card, but the plan still had obstacles. He would have to write a convincing note and the smart librarian would have to be duped.
With a humble face, Wright stood at the circulation counter watching the librarian’s reaction. She quizzed him, “What books does Mr. X want to read by Mencken?”
“I don’t know, Ma’am.”
“Are these books for you?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“Well, tell Mr. X to include a list next time.”
Pshew!
Kids have it so easy today in Mississippi with excellent public schools and libraries. Oh, how I wish I could give them Richard Wright’s hunger for knowledge.
Note: Richard is the older child on the left side of the cover. You can read an excellent review of Black Boy at Just a Reading Fool's blog.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Need Cash Now?!?
$10,000 Reward
To anyone capable of documenting a live Ivory-bill Woodpecker!
Good Luck!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The Race to Save the Lord God Bird (copy)
It was known by many different names: Kent, White-Back, Pate, Poule de bois, Van Dyke, etc.. It depended on which part of the South one dwelt. In the late 1800s one name began to take prominence. From the Eastern seaboard to the Mississippi Gulf it became known as the Lord God Bird after one dumbstruck observer announced, “Lord God, what a bird!”
Notice, I am using the past tense, for this bird is now extinct. The last official sighting of an Ivory-Billed Woodpecker or Campephilus principalis was 1944. Local ornithologists were checking on a female daily at John’s Bayou in the Singer Tract of Louisiana when a windstorm blew down her ash tree home, and she was never seen again.
There were two main factors which led to the demise of this magnificent species. One factor was attributed to the bird itself. If only its plumage and size were not so incredible. Ladies wanted to decorate their hair and hats with the long black and white feathers as was the style. The other factor was our growing need in America for wood. The rebuilding of Chicago after the 1871 fire left only 10 years of lumber in Michigan, Wisconsin, and Minnesota. The Yankees looked southward for the housing boom.
To some extent, the researchers also played a role in the bird’s extinction. In the early years of birding, scientist had to kill the birds in order to study them. They did not have the luxury of photography, moving pictures, or recorded sound. Hunters were paid four or five dollars for a specimen by a middleman who then charged 10 to 12 dollars to scientists or curators. The white-bill brought in many greenbacks which led to hundreds slaughtered in a week’s time. John James Audubon once took delivery of an adult male and female, plus juvenile along with the tree trunk and nest in which they lived.
I gleaned all this knowledge and more from Phillip Hoose’s The Race to Save the Lord God Bird. Written for high school students, the book is filled with over 70 photographs including one taken of Audubon’s painting of the woodpecker family mentioned earlier.
According to this book, published in 2004, the bird is extinct, but some birdwatchers feel differently. There are three books written on an adult level dealing with this subject: Ivorybill Hunters by Geoffrey E. Hill, Stalking the Ghost Bird by Michael K. Steinberg, and The Grail Bird by Tim Gallagher.
How nice it would be to rediscover this bird in the wilds!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Mississippi Autobiographies (copy)
Reading Richard Wright’s autobiography Black Boy this week, I was suddenly hit with an epiphany. Many writers have found their upbringing in Mississippi as either idyllic or horrific, but all have written excellently about their experience; thus, the state of Mississippi produces quality autobiographies!
As a new manager of the Como Public Library in 1996, I found myself in uncharted waters. I grew up in Tennessee and was unfamiliar with my new adopted state. To gain knowledge, I decided to ask patrons about Mississippi authors or books about the state. A lovely woman suggested Mildred Topp’s Smile Please.
What a state treasure! Mildred’s mother found herself a widow after only five years of marriage and forced to move back to her hometown of Greenwood, MS, in 1907. In order to support herself and her two girls, she opened a photography shop using her late husband’s equipment.
Little Mildred had a keen eye for the characters of Greenwood. Nowhere else will one read about a conjure woman named Mammy Lou, or a cowboy who came to town to steal a widow’s heart. Published in 1948, copies are rare but still available at your public library. Within the book’s cover, readers will be rewarded with photos taken at the studio.
Another excellent autobiography is Eudora Welty’s One Writer’s Beginnings. Eudora was that little fly on the wall constantly hiding under tables, behind chairs, and in closets waiting for the chance to hear adult conversation. She took those forbidden stories and created the truest characters in the South. Plus, who would not enjoy skating up and down the halls of our state’s Capitol along with young Eudora.
Anne Moody’s Coming of Age in Mississippi will have you on razor’s edge as she fights for her rights. I consider Anne, a humble sharecropper’s daughter who raised attitude to a new level, to be a modern day hero. Many Mississippian’s can learn from her experiences as she faces the harsh realities of being black and female during the Civil Rights Movement in Woodville, MS.
Two newer autobiographies worth mentioning are Mississippi Sissy by Kevin Sessums and The Peddler’s Grandson by Edward Cohen. Kevin speaks of growing up gay in Forest, MS, and Edward writes of his experiences feeling like the only Jewish man in Jackson, MS.
What would your Mississippi story be if you could write one?
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
A Guy, A Rope, & A Redwood Tree
Jim plays a small part in The Wild Trees. The unnamed naturists, of which he speaks, play an important role in the book. Michael and Chris hike into the unknown almost every weekend in search of the tallest tree. If one finds an undiscovered giant they are allowed to name it. Michael has probably named the most!
Watching this National Geographic segment will introduce you to the main characters mentioned in The Wild Trees. Enjoy!
The Wild Trees (copy)
Open season starts September 16 for climbing trees. Not just any trees, but giant coastal redwoods, or Sequoia Sempervirens as they are known to the handful of scientist who currently study in them. Things were different in 1987 when a group of college students ascended one of these giants on a dare. As far as anyone knew, the redwoods had never been climbed.
Brothers Scott and Steve Sillett and best buddy Marwood Harris were on fall break in 1987 from their respective universities. Traveling the National Parks of Oregon and California in a beat-up, blue Honda Civic, they stopped for a break in Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park. This trio, as always, was low on funds. They decided to ditch the car to avoid permit fees, and hiked into an unpopulated part of the park.
When the meager trail narrowed, Steve ran ahead and began bushwhacking a new path. By the time the others caught up, Steve was staring at one of the largest trees he had ever seen. Marwood and Steve began circling the tree as Scott scouted out a campsite in the redwood grove.
With a little nod between men, Steve murmured, “I’m lusting for this tree.” He took a running jump and landed 8 feet into a neighboring redwood. This redwood was young and it took Steve ten minutes to reach the top as Marwood followed suit.
Transitioning to the giant tree would be tricky. Steve began to sway on the smaller tree’s leader, a top part of any redwood which resembles an arm stretching to the sun, with the idea to catch a limb on the giant’s trunk.
Scott was in a panic at the bottom. He understood a man might die from a 15 foot fall, and here was his brother and friend 50 feet in the air. At this height a falling man will become an inverted arrow with no way to protect his head or spine from certain tragic consequences.
Scott was now out of his mind as he watched his brother swing the smaller tree close and jump 8 feet of open space. Steve grabbed onto an epicormic branch (a flimsy, fan-shaped spray of needles) that developed out of a scar on the larger tree’s trunk. It held.
Once aspiring botanists Steve and Marwood entered the redwood’s canopy, they recognized it as a never before seen habitat.
The Wild Trees by Richard Preston is a remarkable piece of narrative nonfiction from the author of The Hot Zone.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Mule Time!
Hubby blurted out, "Five!" on his way to the volunteer fire fighters meeting tonight!
Congratulations, Wisteria of A Bookworm's Dinner! You are the winner of a slightly read, first edition Dirty Work by Larry Brown.
When hubby gets back we will draw for Southern books! Stay Tuned!
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (copy)
22nd May, 1946Stephens & Stark Ltd.
21 St. James’s Place
London S. W. 1
England
Dear Sidney,
There is so much to tell you. I have been on the island less than 20 hours, but needn’t introductions. Everyone looks as I pictured them through their letters and have been able to call them by their first names without err. Our new friend Dawsey, the Charles Lamb reader, actually favors the great writer. Oh, and the eccentric Isola, wore a glittering brooch, purple shawl, and mad hat worthy of any respectable witch. She jumped the gang plank and gave me the biggest hug!
Why, why, do I not listen to people? The crossing was a harrowing experience with seas high and boisterous. The mail boat, a mere cork bobbing to and fro in our English Channel, was rather uncomfortable. I can only guess to the lovely shade of green I must have presented the welcoming party. Remind me, when someone says take the ferry to heed, indeed.
The most amazing experience happened as we entered the harbor. The dull gray clouds and mist which seemed to follow me all the way from London lifted, and a ray of light shone on the cliffs of Guernsey. It was like God himself opened the door and welcomed me into the fold.
Thank you for this opportunity. I am sure the book will benefit greatly from the personal interviews this trip will allow. Already, the stories from my correspondence with islanders have added an intriguing air to the German Occupation of Guernsey during the war.
Thanks again and love,
Juliet
Juliet
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows is not the suburban, wine-drinking bored housewives of other similarly titled books. The book, told through letters, begins with main character Juliet researching an article idea for The Times when a letter simultaneously arrives appropriate to the subject. As the article blossoms into a book, readers will fall in love with the characters and their island home.
Don't take my word for it! Read these fine reviews: A Book Lover Forever, Book Fan, CaribousMom, Lesley's Book Nook, My Random Acts of Reading, Reading Adventures, Stuck in a Book.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
God's Debris (copy)
A professor on campus handed me a book the other day with the comment, “I hand this to promising students.” The title is God’s Debris: A Thought Experiment by Scott Adams. The same Scott Adams that creates the weekly, Dilbert comic strip, but this book is totally different.
It is so different that the first book was only available in e-book format. Publishers were afraid a print source would not sell to the average Dilbert reader. Now, one can get it in print form thanks to positive word-of-mouth reviews.
Author Adams takes on the age old debate, science versus religion. If one is scientific in nature others around generalize that the person is less likely to believe in God. One of my heroes, Galileo, endured Catholic persecution because of this general attitude; although, he professed to embrace the Catholic Church and its teachings his entire life.
In the book the author presents a theory which I find comforting. It all begins with a conversation between delivery man and wise recipient. During the discussion, they both agree that God is omnipotent and knows the future. With this in mind, they begin to theorize that God might be bored. If he knows the future, nothing is left to chance.
What if God tries to destroy his omnipotence and start again from scratch? In order to do this they feel he will have to blow himself up and return to Earth in billions of little living cells. In essence, the Big Bang Theory, but here is the comforting part. God becomes a part of all of us, and the animals, and the plants, rocks, etc.
I need to stop here before I divulge the whole story. Oh, but I do so want to tell you more!
I see why the professor encourages his students to read this book. There is an in-your-face discussion on two subjects that tend to mix like oil and water. It is an encouraging conversation though, and one many students might be struggling with as they prove facts through scientific methods and mathematics.
One of the ongoing discussions through the story centers on mathematical probability. It is my conviction 50 percent of the readers will either love or hate this book. Adams’ follow up book is oddly titled, Stick to Drawing Comics, Monkey Brain!
Friday, August 22, 2008
USA vs. UK
Which is your favorite Yankee Girl bo
ok cover?
ok cover?I love the American cover on the left, but the Europe cover stirs more emotion in me. Wonder why they opted for the kinder gentler cover for Americans?
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Jimmy's Stars (copy)
It was a crisp September morning when I had the uncontrollable urge to pop Victoria. I had truly had enough. Enough of the “my brothers are all Marines,” or “the real fighting is in the Pacific,” or “I bet one of my brothers did something heroic today.”
Yeah, yeah, the big blabber mouth, but then she turns to me and calls my brother a slacker! What! My brother is no slacker. Jimmy is a hero. When dad broke his leg, Jimmy stepped in and began to deliver the mail. It was our family’s only income, and Jimmy never missed a beat.
Being a blabber mouth, Victoria had no idea when to stop. She got all snobby and said, “Well, your dad’s been back to work for three months. I call that a S – L – A – K -…” I didn’t let her finish the spelling bee. I shut her up with a right to the source of blab, but missed and got the corner of her eye and nose instead.
In the long run, I got it back two-fold. See, Victoria is a rather big girl who can carry her weight with four older brothers. I don’t know what I was thinking other than she was wrong. Jimmy didn’t need some stinking war to prove his bravery. He is, and will always be, my hero.
It gave me a little secret pleasure knowing Victoria would have to walk around with a shiner like mine. I hope she saw stars. Four stars to be exact. One for every brother in the service, like the service flags that sprung up after Pearl Harbor.
Although, these stars kind of give me the creeps. You know the blue stars for each member serving in the forces and gold for those whom will not return, I consider them bad luck. I have a little routine I do when passing a flag hanging in a window or on a porch. I like to cross my fingers and spit in the gutter; although, my mother would die of shame if she saw me.
I was right about the bad luck. When I got back home, in the mailbox was an official letter from the Selective Service for a Mr. James Armstrong McKelvey. Jimmy was being drafted, and I had no say.
Author Mary Ann Rodman has written a timeless character in Ellie McKelvey. This 11-year-old gives an honest, through the eyes of one figuring it out, look into World War II. From the title, Jimmy’s Stars, one may guess the ending will require tissues.
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
The Bus Rolls in...
The First ever Kidz Book Buzz Blog Tour is underway featuring author Mary Ann Rodman. An up-and-coming author with five books on her resume: Jimmy's Stars, Yankee Girl, My Best Friend, with First Grade Stinks coming out next month, and Surprise Soup coming out in the Spring of 2009!
I first read Yankee Girl for a mock Newbery Award class in 2005. I enjoyed it tremendously and bought a copy for the Como Public Library. It is nice to have the perspective of a white female, student narrator relating the story of Mississippi's school integration. So many of the black students come away from a civil rights unit thinking all whites are racist. Through the narrator, they explore the thoughts of a girl not from there, dare-I-say, a Yankee!
Please visit other tour participants for reviews and book giveaways. The bus stops at these blogs: 01 Charger, A Childhood of Dreams, A Christian Worldview of Fiction, A Mom Speaks, All About Children’s Books, Becky’s Book Reviews, Book Review Maniac, By the Book Reviews, Dolce Bellezza, Fireside Musings, Homeschool Buzz, Looking Glass Reviews, Maggie Reads, Maw Books, Small World Reads, The Friendly Book Nook
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Want to hear a true Southern Voice?
I went to a workshop last October in which the leaders stressed creating ADA compliant blogs. I started at 11:00 this morning and here is the final result. The picture is a little too much, but podOmatic has only one widget. My goal is the small Odeo widget at the bottom of posts. I would love any help or tips y'all might want to send my way.
Wonder if you can edit my drawl out?!?
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