Signage

As we prepare to put our old house on the market, I’ve been busy eradicating all the signs from doors and walls.

Yes, you read that right.

My old house has signs pasted in various places all over.

When my son was small he adored traffic signs, and we made regular trips to educational stores where they were sold in boxes of various sizes. He would have jumped onto this custom signs website in a hot minute, and had the time of his life.  As he got older and more artistically inclined, he made up his own signs, and stuck them to doors jambs, table legs, cupboards – all the lower-down places that were close to his line of vision and in the roadways for his (also homemade) cars.

Even though my son has been grown and gone for almost 15 years, I never had the heart to take down all of his signs. They were such a neat reminder of the way he was as a little boy – creative and compulsive all at the same time.

I guess we all have signs that point to the things we’re most interested in, things in our homes that scream out our interests and obsessions. It doesn’t take visitors to my house very long to notice that I’m a book nerd – the signs are everywhere, not only in stacks of books piled on tables, but in paintings of women reading that adorn the walls and the ceiling high shelves that line every corner.

Signs like these are so indicative of who we are, so evocative of memories of times gone by.

So even though the actual signs may soon be gone from the doors and walls, I won’t soon forget what they stood for.

Really Into Real Estate

Never in a million years would  I have imagined that within the space of 10 months I would be embroiled in selling two houses and buying another.

Ridiculous.

Aren’t I the girl that just longs to lie around in the backyard with her nose buried in books?

Does it even matter to me where that backyard is as long as it’s quiet and no one bothers me while I’m reading?

Isn’t reading the thing that interests me most? Not selling and buying houses?

Yet, here I am, fresh from selling a home in Florida, purchasing a home in Michigan, and about to attempt selling yet another home in Michigan.

I have learned a lot of thing in all this home buying-selling experience, and one of them is that the realtor you engage to help you in the process is key to whether it’s successful or not.

Working with a realtor is like anything else. Whether you’re looking for Naples realtors, Northville Realtors, or Calgary Realtors, you have to find someone you are comfortable talking to, comfortable sharing information with, and someone you trust.

Because I work a lot with people on the internet, I was comfortable choosing a realtor based on their website. The realtor I chose to sell my home in Naples has a beautiful website -upscale, interactive, fast loading.  If you’re looking for Calgary real estate this is the kind of website you’d want to visit.

Just remember, no matter what your real estate situation, whether you’re looking for a California Realtor or a Calgary Realtor, the person you choose to help you is one of the most important decisions you will make in the entire process.

Much like the process of choosing a good book, you have to be a good fit in all the important categories.

So choose wisely, and the experience will be satisfactory for all.

 

 

 

 

 

TLC Book Tours: The Baker’s Daughter

In 1945, Elsie Schmidt was a naive teenager, as eager for her first sip of champagne as she was for her first kiss. She and her family have been protected from the worst of the terror and desperation overtaking her country by a high-ranking Nazi who wishes to marry her. So when an escaped Jewish boy arrives on Elsie’s doorstep in the dead of night on Christmas Eve, Elsie understands that opening the door would put all she loves in danger.

Sixty years later, in El Paso, Texas, Reba Adams is trying to file a feel-good Christmas piece for the local magazine. Reba is perpetually on the run from memories of a turbulent childhood, but she’s been in El Paso long enough to get a full-time job and a fiancé, Riki Chavez. Riki, an agent with the U.S. Border Patrol, finds comfort in strict rules and regulations, whereas Reba feels that lines can often be blurred.

Reba’s latest assignment has brought her to the shop of an elderly baker across town. The interview should take a few hours at most, but the owner of Elsie’s German Bakery is no easy subject. Reba finds herself returning to the bakery again and again, anxious to find the heart of the story. For Elsie, Reba’s questions are a stinging reminder of darker times: her life in Germany during that last bleak year of WWII. And as Elsie, Reba, and Riki’s lives become more intertwined, all are forced to confront the uncomfortable truths of the past and seek out the courage to forgive.

I’ve affectionately dubbed 2012 as my Summer of Reading Historically. At least 80% of my summer reading turned out be historical novels. It’s not surprising – I love history, I love literature, and when the two come together in a well-crafted and interesting story, I’m there.

The Baker’s Daughter certainly fit all my criteria. I loved the way Sarah McCoy wove the Elsie and Reba’s stories together in the present day, while periodically whisking the reader back to Nazi Germany to fill us in on Elsie’s past.

And most of all, I loved the way she brought all the elements of the story together and created satisfying endings all around.

I finished the book about a month ago, and have since loaned it to several nearby friends, while recommending it to many more online.

If you’re thinking of making Autumn 2012 your Season of Reading Historically, you won’t find a better place to start.

Thanks to TLC Tours for the opportunity to read this wonderful novel.

 

TLC Book Tours: Miss Me When I’m Gone

A book within a book within a book…

A reporter asking questions about a reporter asking questions…

Sounds like one of those Russian nesting dolls, doesn’t it? At the very least, it sounds like confusing reading.

But Emily Arsenault, author of Miss Me When I’m Gone, makes it work. The book is an engaging, fast paced mystery about Gretchen Waters, a writer who dies “accidentally” while on a book tour, her very pregnant friend, Jamie, who becomes both literary executor and detective, and the series of strange parallels that seem to haunt both of them. It’s also about country music. Gretchen’s book Tammyland is a memoir based on Gretchen’s divorce as seen through the eyes of her favorite country music. And she dies while working on her second book, which has turned out to be an investigative book about her own mother’s mysterious death, 20 years before.

I know – another nesting doll.

Suddenly, the circumstances surrounding Gretchen’s death become sinister, Jamie finds herself in peril, and before you know it, the nesting dolls have been upended and are rolling all around the room.

Miss Me When I’m Gone is a fun, entertaining read, and Arsenault deftly juggles all these story lines right until the very end. I enjoyed the way she wove classic country music songs and performers into the story via Tammyland excerpts (the book within a book part I mentioned). Jamie’s ambivalence about her pregnancy was a little hard to stomach at times, and her growing obsession with Gretchen’s death (when the pair hadn’t been terribly close for some time) was a bit of a stretch.

All in all, Miss Me When I’m Gone is the kind of book that’s perfect to take on that last weekend at the beach or to settle in with while you’re waiting to pick the kids up from their first days of school. You’ll get caught up in the story right away, and time will fly.

Thanks to TLC Tours for the opportunity to read this book.

Getting Re-Acquainted with an “Old Friend”

Back in the mid 1980’s when I was deep in the throes of motherhood, I looked forward to reading Anna Quindlen’s wonderful column “Life in the Thirties.” It was syndicated in our Detroit Free Press, back in the day when my morning newspaper was just as much life’s blood as my morning coffee. Anna seemed to get me in ways that none of my real friends did – she knew about that tug to create, that urge to lose yourself in books and words, and how it was sometimes difficult to maintain the balance between caring for the ones you loved and caring for yourself.

This summer I’m happy to have gotten re-acquainted with the Anna I once knew via her new book Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake. I’m over at All Things Girl talking about it.

Grab a cup of coffee and join in the conversation – Anna and I would love to have you.