I live in New York City and I'm surrounded by books all day and when I go home I have more books waiting for me. Read my "About" page on top to see what I mean. I just want to share my book experiences and my love of all-things-books, with hopefully the occasional review thrown in. If you wish to contact me, the address is polishoutlanderATgmailDOTcom

In My Mailbox (52)

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So last weekend Josh and I drove to Boston to stay with friends for the long weekend. And on the way there, we stopped at a place in Connecticut called Traveler Food and Books. Now this place is right off I-84, on a route that I had driven numerous times in college when I’d be going home to NYC from Boston. So why am I mentioning this? Well, because at this dining establishment, you are allowed three free books with your food. Yes, three FREE used books. I’ll be writing about this place shortly. So here are the three free books I picked out while waiting for my pasta to show up:

Tired of being fat, rich, and miserable, Cleo Murphy runs away, desperate to prove herself. Her destination is a deserted island her father owns in Canada. She is determined to stay and survive, through her supplies are scanty and she knows nothing about living out of doors. As the summer months pass, Cleo does fend for herself, and finally she feels ready to face her family on the mainland. But by a cruel twist of fate her canoe is destroyed, and instead she must prove herself again and face the brutal Canadian winter. (Never heard of this book before, and never heard of the author either!)

There is much want in the kingdom and the tales of Jackaroo, the masked outlaw who helps the poor in times of trouble, is on everyone’s lips. Gwyn, the innkeeper’s spunky daughter, pays little attention to the tales. But when she is stranded during a snowstorm in a cabin with the lordling Gaderian, and finds a strange garment that resembles the costume Jackaroo is said to wear, she begins to wonder…. (The only book of hers I had ever read was Izzy Willy Nilly, which I had loved in middle-school. This one appears to be the start of a series.)

World War I has ended, and Ella, the oldest of the five sisters, who dreams of singing and dancing in the theater, is discovered by a Broadway talent scout. It seems that she will have her chance at a theatrical career after all, starting in vaudeville. But her thoughts are also on Jules, just returned from the War, and marriage. Once again a loving family provides the support needed to make the right decision. (Growing up, I loved this small series of books about the All-of-a Kind-Family. I constantly borrowed them from the library. I’ve been buying various editions of these books whenever I see them. Not sure what this book series is? Oh you are missing out! And just this week I saw one of the editorial assistants at work reading the first book and I started gushing over them, and she said she had never read them. I told her she would not be disappointed.)

While I was off at ALA, I got this book from PBS in the mail:

On a hot summer day in Los Angeles, thirteen-year-old Josephine “Joey” Rivera – a misfit in junior high school but a born musician – meets a disquieting young man named Indigo who plays ghostly, haunting music on a horn the hue of a conch shell. The sound of his music stays with her, distant and beguiling, until she follows it down an ordinary street and across an unseen border into a magical world called Shei’rah. There, satyrs, water nymphs, and six-inch-long dragons live side by side with phoenixes and two-headed serpents and the Eldest – the unicorns whose music is the soul of Shei’rah. There are dangers, too – from swarms of tiny, terrible flying creatures called perytons, and from a strange disease that is blinding the Eldest. To Joey, Shei’rah feels like home – but she already has a home across the Border, in our world. She has school and a family and a feisty, beloved grandmother, Abuelita, whom she visits every Sunday in a nursing home. There’s also gruff old John Papas, whose dusty instrument-repair shop Joey cleans in exchange for music lessons, and who may know something about the Eldest himself. Within these two worlds whose borders merge mysteriously, Peter S. Beagle spins a tale of one girl who can make a difference. The Unicorn Sonata also tells us that our true home is often right around the corner, if we’d only open our eyes – and our ears – to find it. (Wow, I never thought I would get this, since this is so rare ate this point. I’ll be adding it to my Peter S. Beagle collection. Hey, at least it wasn’t another copy of The Last Unicorn!)

So that’s it for me. I got a whole list of posts to write up though! Eeek, still catching up.

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