STRANGE THINGS WITH BOOKS

Strange things can happen when you read a book, such as a phrase, a few sentences, sometimes, even, a full paragraph shooting out of it’s page to strike you like an arrow through the heart with the revelation that the author is a brother/sister soul.
“Yeah!” I’ll say to myself, “That’s exactly how I feel!”; and I am not alone anymore.
This time, the arrow has been shot by author Will Schwalbe in

THE END OF YOUR LIFE BOOK CLUB
” A true meditator on what books can do”

Will writes:

“One of the many things I love about bound books is their sheer physicality. Electronic books live out of sight and out of mind. But printed books have body, presence. Sure, sometimes they’ll elude you by hiding in improbable places: in a box full of old picture frames, say, or in the laundry basket, wrapped in a sweatshirt. But at other times they’ll confront you, and you’ll literally stumble over some tomes you hadn’t thought about in weeks or years. I often seek electronic books, but they never come after me. They may make me feel, but I can’t feel them. They are all soul with no flesh, no texture, and no weight. They can get in your head but can’t whack you upside it.”

 

FOOD HERITAGE OF SARAWAK

Congratulations Heidi Munan, on the occasion of the launching of your latest book

FOOD HERITAGE OF SARAWAK

A CULTURAL PERSPECTIVE

By Deputy Chief Minister YB Datuk Patinggi Tan Sri Alfred Jabu Anak Numpang

on Monday 11th of March 2013 at the Tun Abdul Razak Museum in Kuching.

All the best to you Heidi of Crafthub Kuching

 

A DOG’s PURPOSE

    

All dogs go to heaven… unless they have unfinished business here on Earth.

 

 

 

 

Birthdays are a wonderful time to appreciate how precious a close friend really is: not only does she/he remember your Big Day, she/he knows you deep enough underneath the surface to pick just the right gift for you.

 

Rosemary hasn’t known me very long, yet long enough to recognise in me both an avid reader and a soul that connects with animals in general and loves dogs unconditionally.

Have you ever sat in a French café or a bistro? If you have, although perhaps not in one of those touristic ones in the centre of Paris, but more likely anywhere else in France, you will be likely to have noticed, if not actually met with “le chien de bistro”, the bistro dog.

Invariably, when I sit at a café, it will only take a few minutes before a canine head comes to rest on my lap or a small paw starts scratching my thigh: “Hey dog lover!” They just know me.

To be entirely honest, the reviews for “A Dog’s Purpose” did alarm me a little, with everyone recommending to “make a major Kleenex run…” (Cesar’s Way magazine (Cesar Millan, The Dog Wisperer).

I do not like sad stories!

Yet, I ventured to try this one out and lucky me for daring! A Dog’s Purpose happens to be the most enjoyable, refreshing novel I have read in a long time.

The story of the multiple lives of a dog is a literary delight, a wonderfully imagined tale which is at once funny, touching and inspirational while avoiding to get trapped into mushy sensibility.

If you’re a human, read this book; if you’re a dog, paws up to W.Bruce Cameron for having written it!

                                                                          

 

WHAT I LOVE ABOUT ERICA BAUERMASTER

Erica Bauermeister

To write Joy for Beginners, Erica Bauermeister enrolled in a pottery class; took lessons on the art of bread dough; investigated underground restaurants; joined the 3-Day Breast Cancer Walk; learned about travel photography; gathered gardening knowledge and was even brave enough to go down the Grand Canyon!
Erica, you really make writing sound like plenty of fun and adventure!

 

JOY FOR BEGINNERS

I had just Googled the word ”JOY” (the theme of a doll-making challenge) and clicked “image” when I saw it, silver font across a window overlooking  a table set on a garden lawn: Joy for Beginners, a Novel.  Intrigued, I read the review even though I already knew that I HAD to have this book.

Erica Bauermeister writes with a gentle hand; she dips her fountain pen into a sea of emotions and (innocently?) starts a tsunami.

I found myself on the inside of the window: I am Daria, Sara, Ava, Kate and even a little bit of Marion.

This morning, I looked at my garden the way Hadley would have to find out what it says about me and I caught the scent of a flower Ava could have probably named. I have closed the book one last time, a book of unfinished stories for Erica Bauermeister makes you look deep inside, but at the end, life goes on; it is time to step out the window and just like Kate, lean over, leap off with a howl of joy flying into the air.