This Sunday, I find myself wanting all sorts of things:
I want more time to do the things that I enjoy.
I want this headache to go away.
I want to never have to worry about the food that crosses my lips. Recent health issues have forced me to be more concerned about this and it’s…it’s NOT fun.
I want every book in the Persephone Catalogue and Claire from Kiss a Cloud is to blame for that. Her beautiful posts about the books have caught my eye and now I find myself desiring all of them.
This past week was a busy week. I posted my review of The Day the Falls Stood Still and also posted a Q&A with Cathy Marie Buchanan along with a giveaway of the book. The giveaway ends on Sept 18th so be sure to check it out.
I also posted a review of Secrets of a Christmas Box. Speaking of Christmas, I went shopping the other day and the Christmas ornaments were out (picture Ti running away screaming). I LOVE Christmas but it’s not even Halloween yet people.
My weekend so far has been okay. I didn’t do much yesterday except enjoy a lovely BBQ with friends. Today, the Hub is at work so I will probably take the kids for a bookstore run. My daughter is craving one of the chocolate chip cookies from the bookstore cafe so I’m sure we will be stopping for a treat or two.
Next week is Book Blogger Appreciation Week. It runs all week through Sept 18th and there will be all sorts of fun, bookish things going on. It should be a really fun week.
As for reading, I am reading The Last Dickens for an upcoming TLC book tour. What are you reading today?
From the author of the beloved best seller Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress, a haunting tale of love and of the beguiling power of a lost language.
When Puyi, the last emperor, was exiled to Manchuria in the early 1930s, it is said that he carried an eight-hundred-year-old silk scroll inscribed with a lost sutra composed by the Buddha. Eventually the scroll would be sold illicitly to an eccentric French linguist named Paul d’Ampere, in a transaction that would land him in prison, where he would devote his life to studying the ineffably beautiful ancient language of the forgotten text.
Our unnamed narrator, a Western student in China in the 1970s, hears this story from the greengrocer Tumchooq—his name the same as that of the language in which the scroll is written—who has recently returned from three years of reeducation. She will come again and again to Tumchooq’s shop near the gates of the Forbidden City, drawn by the young man and his stories of an estranged father. But when d’Ampere is killed in prison, Tumchooq disappears, abandoning the narrator, now pregnant with his child. And it is she, going in search of her lost love, who will at last find the missing scroll and discover the truth of the Buddha’s lesson that begins “Once on a moonless night . . .” in this story that carries us across the breadth of China’s past, the myth and the reality.
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