The Lady in Gold

You may have seen the move Woman in Gold with Helen Mirren and Ryan Reynolds. If you haven’t, I highly recommend it. I watched it before my trip to Vienna, and I love it even more now that I’ve returned. I knew nothing about the story, and in fact didn’t even know it was based on a book until my grandmother handed it to me. I’m so glad she did because this book provided more detail and insight into the whole situation.


The Café by the Sea

My last stop of the day was the local wine shop, so I swung into the library (conveniently located across the street), grabbed a book or four, and then continued across the street where I enjoyed a glass of wine with the start of a new book.

Beyond the Call

There’s a little coffee shop in Waco called Bru.  It’s located in an old elevator, all brass and crimson and Deco, just to the side of a marble lobby in the Praetorian building.  The setting is amazing, and the coffee is the best I’ve ever had.  But, I keep going back because one of the girls who works there is delightful.  We talk about books and writing and coffee, and she always asks me what to read.  I was reading this book when I realized that World War II seems to be my 2017 theme.  I told her I needed to shift topics, and she told not to apologize for reading what I want.  So I won’t.


I recently had a mini-rant about buying books from the bargain section of Barnes & Noble.  In the interest of fairness, I need to take that back.  I read three bargain books in a row that were quite good, and this was one of them.  In fact, I’d even say that Gold broke my streak of choosing bad fiction books.  Thank goodness. 

Winter of the Gods

When I was in High School, our teacher assigned a book of mythology.  I think I was a Sophmore, and I’m pretty sure my teacher was one of those coaches who showed up for a year and did his time before moving on to a larger school in a larger town.  An argument could be made that these teachers left for public schools because we could be difficult.  Personally, I think we would have been far better behaved if books like Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson and the Olympians existed instead of the yawn-fest we were assigned.  Whoever compiled that book of myths had to work really hard to make it so boring.