Library Book Sale

A few weeks ago I headed out to the Garden City Library Book Sale. I gathered up my mother and boyfriend and off we went, not sure what to expect.  I was pleasantly surprised to say the least. The books were divided into categories, there was a wide selection, prices were reasonable, and the volunteers were very nice.

I was beyond excited that five of my finds were on my to-read list. There is something so thrilling about finding a book you already want to read at a sale. I guess that is part of the reason I cannot stop buying books!

I spent $20.00 and was able to score 29 books and 1 audio book.

Here are all the titles, lumped in to some random categories for fun. The link below each will take to the Goodreads page if you want to add any to your to-read list or get a detailed description.


Girls just wanna have fun:The Last Girls

Girls in Trouble

The Girls

The Girl with All the Gifts


Bittersweet Treats:

Bitter in the Mouth

The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie (Flavia de Luce, #1)

Bitterroot Landing


Make Lemonade (Make Lemonade, #1)


Nature’s Bounty:

Little Bee

The Butterfly Clues

House of Sand and Fog

Cane River

Tuscan Rose

The Weight of Water

Prodigal Summer


The Sixth Sense:

The Witch of Portobello

The Haunting of Maddy Clare

You Are So Undead to Me (Megan Berry, #1)

Mertales: Short Stories of Water, Fin and Pearl

The Nature of Monsters


All these Feelings:

Love in the Time of Cholera

The Pleasures of Men


Hide and Seek:

Sights Unseen

These Things Hidden

What Happened to Hannah

Secrets of a Lady (Rannoch/Fraser Publication Order, #1)

The Hundred Secret Senses


The Awkward Phase:

Unabrow: Misadventures of a Late Bloomer

Ten Miles Past Normal

Can’t wait for next years sale!





Find a book club, Find yourself

Joining a local Book Club last July has been one of the best decisions I have made for my mind and my soul.

Four months before I found my local book club in the tiny town of Kuna, Idaho I had been diagnosed with a rare form of ovarian cancer. The diagnosis and subsequent surgery to remove a ten pound tumor larger than a cantaloupe had me spiraling into a deep depression. I had an ovary and fallopian tube removed along with parts of my uterus as it was discovered I had endometriosis during the surgery. My body was struggling with regulating my hormonal balance due to the changes. Overwhelmed, stressed, and scared I was facing some huge decisions in my life.

I was told that if I wanted to have children I would need to do so immediately because a hysterectomy was inevitable and it would have to be performed as soon as another tumor started growing. The average time of reoccurrence was two years. I definitely wanted children but I was not in a point in my life where I was ready. The thought of not being able to carry a child was killing me with sadness and worry. But I wanted to be fair to the child I might bring in to the world and not have one just because it may be my only chance. If I was to have a child I wanted to be able to provide and care for it properly. I decided to keep my fingers crossed and see if things were in a better position for children in the coming years; praying that I wouldn’t have a reoccurrence before I had a chance to have a child.

I felt like my emotional state was spinning out of control. I had little to look forward to and even less to feel joyful about. My boyfriend was becoming increasingly worried and began encouraging me to find a local book club I could join. He knew it would be good for me but I was hesitant. I am very introverted and feared that I wouldn’t fit in if I did try to put myself out there.

Eventually I did decide to go to a meeting, figuring the worse that could happen is I didn’t like it and I wouldn’t have to return. I still remember how awkward that first meeting was as we were all getting to know each other and I was asking what each woman did for a living and replied “That’s really interesting!” to each person. An eruption of laughter started from the group after I said it the third time. I joined in, realizing that in my anxious state I was trying way too hard. To me that simple moment was the beginning of my friendship with the group. It helped me to loosen up and tell them why I had decided to join and the struggles I had been going through. They were kind, understanding, and very welcoming.

Now I find myself looking forward to getting together with my book club ladies constantly throughout the month; counting down the days until coffee, updates on our lives, and of course all the juicy book talk. I have grown so fond of the four women in my book group. Each of us are so different but we are bonded by our love of books.Their friendship and kindness has helped me through a very difficult year and has helped me grow as a person. Best of all they have given me the courage to follow my dreams, to get out there and try new things, and fall even more in love with the world of literature. I’m getting a little mushy here, but I don’t think they even realize what an amazing impact they have had on me. I appreciate that they have helped to rekindle my passion for books and writing and I feel a great sense of gratitude towards them for helping me regain my emotional strength.

So go out there and find a book club, in doing so you will find yourself.



Good In Bed by Jennifer Weiner

Find it here on Goodreads:

Description from Goodreads: For twenty-eight years, things have been tripping along nicely for Cannie Shapiro. Sure, her mother has come charging out of the closet, and her father has long since dropped out of her world. But she loves her friends, her rat terrier, Nifkin, and her job as pop culture reporter for The Philadelphia Examiner. She’s even made a tenuous peace with her plus-size body.

But the day she opens up a national women’s magazine and sees the words “Loving a Larger Woman” above her ex-boyfriend’s byline, Cannie is plunged into misery…and the most amazing year of her life. From Philadelphia to Hollywood and back home again, she charts a new course for herself: mourning her losses, facing her past, and figuring out who she is and who she can become.

I don’t usually read the typical “chick-lit” books that many are fans of. Mostly because I don’t like all the whiny, woe-is-me, and why-can’t-I-find-a-man story lines. I did take a chance on this novel because my mother gave me free rein to order 10 audiobooks for us using her account. I wanted to get us a wide variety of books and try a few new authors. I have seen several of Jennifer Weiner’s novels around at book stores and library sales, so I thought I would take a chance and try it.

I wasn’t expecting much going in; especially after the recent flop when I listening to Big Girl by Danielle Steel. I knew that the book wouldn’t be a life changing read. I simply wanted something somewhat light and the plus-size protagonist had me intrigued. Good in Bed turned out to be what I had wanted and expected from Big Girl. I felt her struggle with weight was more realistic and I bonded to the character much more.

I rated it 3 of 5 stars. I would recommend this book to anyone that enjoys a simple read (or listen in this case).

The Truth: Part 1 (flash fiction)

I’ve said the wrong thing, again. This is unbeknownst to me as the words slide casually out of my mouth. Quickly I become aware of my mistake and I flinch as his words start flying at me. Sharp as daggers, slicing and dicing the skin of my soul. Another mistake on my part, it seems. And another meal for his ravenous psychosis.

It is always a small comment I cannot clearly recall after the storm. But it is undoubtedly something simple that brings the rain. Maybe a comment on the fabric of my new blouse, asking if he is hungry for dinner, asking does he like lemon pie (I seem to have forgot, silly stupid me),  exhaling too loud after a long drag on my cigarette, or the ultimate disgrace of eating anything that makes a crunching sound. Things that I say and do every day that I never really think about until it is too late. The extra fun zinger being that I never know when or what will bring out his tornado of fury. I may do something all the time but it may be only this one particular time, for unknown reasons to me, that may be so offensive to him that I must be punished and berated for my actions.

The punishments vary greatly but I know each well. Well enough that the sequence of events is clear to me before they happen. Knowing the events, however, is not enough to stop them or lessen their effects on me. At the first signs of attack I quickly question my memory. Does crunching down on an apple too loudly equal a verbal lashing or being locked out of the house? Does asking a question he deems stupid equal being ordered to leave his sight immediately or having items thrown at me? If I make a face he doesn’t like in reaction to his behavior will he threaten to kill me or himself?

There are too many rules to keep straight and they are ever changing. There is no way to keep them straight or avoid the consequences. If they were straight forward and always had the same repercussion I could write them down or memorize them to keep myself in the clear. But I have tried and it is tireless because there are no definitive answers. There is no way to keep up with his changing moods and rules. I must always be prepared for the battle coming my way. With no way to win, I strive only to survive the wreckage. And I do survive each time, adding mental or physical scars, but I still live. The version of me that survives each time is a little duller, more damaged, jaded.

My wounds aren’t visible to the naked eye which helps my outward façade that nothing is wrong. It helps that when asked how my day is I can always lie and say it is good. I am able to quickly turn away from the returning thoughts of unpleasantness and inquire how the questioner’s day is. Happy that in the conversation I seem believable and unfazed. What it doesn’t help is my ability to be productive. I go about my day as if looking through a steamed up window. Seeing what is there but not the sharpness, no edges or definition. Accomplishing little to nothing; my real accomplishment for the day is that I am still here, still breathing, still thinking. While inside I am dying. Dying a slow death of mental torture and abuse.