My husband has written a rollicking good book for aspiring writers called Wordsmithy, Hot Tips for the Writing Life. It is easy to read, fun to read, helpful, surprising, funny, and not your normal “color-in-the-lines” writing guidebook. If you don’t want to just take my word for it, you can read this review from someone who is not even related to us. Bottom line is, you will enjoy this book about books.
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N.D. Wilson has a new book. While I’m quite sure you all know that all ready, perhaps you haven’t heard of the fabulous promos he’s been running. First off is a giveaway for all you Facebookers out there. Just “like” the official Ashtown Burials page here and then vote on which book trailer score is your favorite. You can vote here. Up for grabs are two audio copies of The Dragon’s Tooth and a signed set of the 100s Cupboards books. Christmas shopping at its easiest.
Second freebie is for those of you who have the book already. Simply snap a pic, tweet it with the hashtag #dragonstooth, or post it on the Ashtown Burials page on the Facebook, and you’ll receive a cool-as-can-be boxing monkey patch, the ultimate stocking stuffer and fashion accessory.
The Facebook promo ends Monday so go cast a vote!
Now’s the time to shop at Canon Press at their Fall Sale. I’ve never seen prices this low on some of my own stuff….I think I’ll stock up! Some of the audio sets are priced at $1.50! Loving the Little Years audio is, I kid you not, $1.87. My book for unmarried women and Doug’s dad’s book on Bitterness are each going for three bucks! You can also pre-order the CD set from the Femina Conference. And lots of other cool stuff. Go shop around!
Just a few pics of the making of the trailer for The Dragon’s Tooth here. Many talented people in a crazy story while they make a film about a crazy story. And here’s a great review of The Dragon’s Tooth in case some of you haven’t bought your copy yet!
I know for many of you summer arrived a month ago. But for us, it is spring. The lilacs are still on and even some tulips are blooming. Crazy late spring.
I just finished reading My Antonia for the third time. It is a book of many beautiful things. Here are two samples, one describing winter, the other, spring.
“Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men’s affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice. But in Black Hawk the scene of human life was spread out shrunken and pinched, frozen down to the bare stalk.”
“When spring came, after that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only — spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm high wind — rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.”
I’m reading Pilgrim’s Progress again, and each time through I see some other aspect of Bunyan’s spiritual insight. Faithful is telling Christian about his journey and his encounter with a character aptly named Shame. He is trying to convince Faithful that it is just not cool to be religious.
“Why he objected against religion itself; he said it was a pitiful, low, sneaking business for a man to mind religion; he said that a tender conscience was an unmanly thing, and that for a man to watch over his words and ways, so as to tie up himself from that hectoring liberty that the brave spirits of the times accustom themselves unto, would make him the ridicule of the times. He objected also that but few of the mighty, rich, or wise were ever of my opinion; nor any of them neither before they were persuaded to be fools and to be of a voluntary fondness* to venture the loss of all, for nobody else knows what. He moreover objected the base and low estate and condition of those that were chiefly the pilgrims, also their ignorance of the times in which they lived and want of understanding in all natural science. Yea, he did hold me to it at that rate, also, about a great many more things than here I relate; as, that is was a shame to sit whining and mourning under a sermon and a shame to come sighing and groaning home, that it was a shame to ask my neighbour forgiveness for petty faults, or to make restitution where I had taken from any.”
*want of sense or judgement
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