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House of Dreams by Liz Rosenberg is my current read. It is a biography about L. M. Montgomery, the author of Anne of Green Gables. Although this book is written for young readers, I am quite enjoying it and I think anyone of any age who loves the Anne series will like this book. I am noticing many similarities the author had as a young child to Anne of Green Gables. For example, she adored reading and as a young teen she wrote this in her diary, “I love books. I hope when I grow up to be able to have lots of them”. Also, her mother died when she was young and her father left to find work so she was raised by her elderly grandparents. They, just like Marilla and Mathew Cuthbert, could not quite relate to her very bookish ways. If you are at all a “kindred spirit” then I do believe this book will be a good choice for you! 👒 Thank you to @candlewickpress for sending me this copy. * * * * * * * * #AnneOfGreenGable #LMMontgomery #houseofdreams #lizrosenberg #candlewickpress #annewithane #shelfie #biography (at Anne of Green Gables Home)

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"The Moonlight Palace" by Liz Rosenberg

“The Moonlight Palace” by Liz Rosenberg

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"Poems of Delight", by Liz Rosenberg

1. My friend signs his name accidentally Henry Henry   and writes, As a friend I want to hold you. Henry   Henry   we all want to be held.

2. Coming home from summer school this year I carried back; chocolate chip cookies;    a wind-up grasshopper; two birds; a feather; a rock; a shell and a small brass turtle to wear or hold. What have I given?

3. Now I take three white pills each day instead of two. One comes in the middle, alone. I can pretend I am having high tea when I swallow it with water. Something is beginning to lift.

4. The first September breeze fluttered across the tops of withered grass and fall came tumbling in as if someone had thrown open a door.

5. Last week I considered slitting my throat. Imagined it painless and bloodless, then pictured the mess. Today I pick up the dirty dishes, grumbling, and glad  to be grumbling.

 6. My husband reads from Peter Pan aloud: a great book. I could never write such a book. I put my jealousy away and climb under my son’s covers beside him, to listen. Words, words, sing us to sleep.

7. At the downtown audio-visual library they have found two new James Herriot tapes. And I can borrow both. This means I have five—one more than I’m allowed, and we all know it. The librarian smiles and waves as I run out the door.

8. My mother’s old gold watch, newly repaired, circles my wrist, slides loosely around and around; and on the other wrist a bracelet with tiny green glass beads throws rainbows over the steering wheel!

9. I can go to a movie tonight. I can eat Rasinets, and maybe the chocolate won’t make me crazy, and if I am lucky I’ll find something to laugh about in the movie, or something good to cry over.  10. I’ve been so depressed that all my clothing fits, and I look          good  in everything. Black especially. Maybe my mother will see me while I’m still thin, but not too bleak. You look good, she’ll tell me, and I’ll say Ma, I feel good.