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Books 1, 2, & 3

So far in 2018 I have finished two books and am quickly approaching the end to a third.  I have decided to revisit some classics as well as reading some new releases.


  1. Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne

Who doesn't love this cuddly, curious bear?  I enjoyed listening to the audio version of an original classic.  The love that Christopher Robin has for his silly little bear melts my heart.  Sure, it's a complete fabrication - a boy and his stuffed toys - but I think we can all agree that there is a nostalgia in reading books such as these to take us back to our childhood.  

     2.  Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg


I read this book years ago, but had forgotten nearly everything about the story.  This classic story takes place in the early 1900's in the deep south of the United States.  For it's time, it hit on many civil rights issues that we are still fighting for today in 2018.  I remember a key line in the text (& I'm paraphrasing here) how women are called such awful things and to their faces - how wrong it was then and how wrong it is still.  Fannie Flagg is one of my favorite authors.  

   3.  The Story of Arthur Truluv by Elizabeth Berg


I am currently reading this book and should be finished in the next day or so.  This book was released last year and I had heard nothing but good things from several patrons that had said they had read it.  I have always had a soft spot in my heart for the elderly.  This book captures of the life of Arthur Truluv and the peculiar friendship he makes with a teenage deliquent.  While their lives are completely different, they share a commonality - they need a person.  Neighbor Lucille becomes a key figure in the story as well.  I can almost see everything that is about to play out and it makes my heart oh so happy.  

Happy Reading Friends!  

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