Friday, December 31, 2010

The year 2010-in books

A copied this survey from Erin at  You can read her survey responses here

Best book of 2010?

2. Worst book of 2010?  
The Metamorphosis, In The Penal Colony, and Other Stories

 I really disliked In the Penal Colony-and found the others just ok.  When I got together with my book club I actually liked the book better from their perspectives (but still hated The Penal Colony).

3. Most disappointing book of 2010?

The Year of the Flood

I may re-read this since I just read Oryx and Crake-a prequel of sorts-and liked it.

4. Most surprising (in a good way!) book of 2010?

This book revolves around math-and I found myself fascinated by it.

5. Book you recommended to people most in 2010?

6. Best series you discovered in 2010?

The Alex Rider Series (It's young adult-but I really like it 
 Stormbreaker Stormbreaker (Alex Rider, #1)

7. Favorite new authors you discovered in 2010?
 Karin Slaughter 

Blindsighted (Grant County, #1)

8. Most hilarious read of 2010?
Although you don't actually read this book-it's a bunch of hysterical drawings.

 9. Most thrilling, unputdownable book in 2010?

Never Let Me Go

10. Book you most anticipated in 2010?
 I love this author


Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3)

The finale-it was all I expected it to be!

11. Favorite cover of a book you read in 2010?
Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2)

The Housekeeper and the Professor
12. Most memorable character in 2010?
Katniss  Everdeen
The Hunger Games The Hunger Games (The Hunger Games, #1)
13. Most beautifully written book in 2010?

Oh My Stars

14. Book that had the greatest impact on you in 2010?

Mountains Beyond Mountains: The Quest of Dr. Paul Farmer, a Man Who Would Cure the World

15. Book you can’t believe you waited UNTIL 2010 to finally read?

Emily of New Moon (Emily, #1)

I loved her Anne  of Green Gables series!

Your Turn!

What would your picks be?

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

My Favorite Tree


This tree is one of 3 identical trees in my family.  No one remembers who made them.  Mine has the name "Pearl" on the bottom-possibly meaning my great (or great great) aunt Pearl.  I think my Dad's does, too.  They are passed from generation to generation.  My Dad has one (from my great-grandma), my Aunt has one (from my grandma's sister (?))...and this one was my grandparents.  It now sits in my bedroom so I can fall asleep to it's light.  Growing up, it was always my favorite Christmas tree.
It still is.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Where's Molly?

Growing up I knew I had a great-uncle who wasn't "right."  He is there in my early memories from when I traveled with my grandparents to see their mothers.  Uncle Bob was my grandfather's brother.  He lived with his mother.  I knew something was "wrong" with him...but I was a child.  I didn't really understand. When she died (I was 9) he went to live in some type of residential facility.  I don't know why, except that my grandparents were already caring for my grandmother's mother and I don't think they felt they could care for him, too.  I am sure, knowing my grandparents, this was planned out and agreed upon with his mother.  I visited him once with my grandparents a few years later.  My grandparents kept in touch with him through phone calls and as many visits as they could-at least yearly (we lived in Pittsburgh and he lived, I think, in St. Louis-or somewhere relatively nearby.)  They talked about him.  A few years ago I saw him in a picture, and pointed him out to my siblings. It was at that moment I realized he had Down Syndrome.  To my adult mind, it explained everything in an instant.

Working in special education you hear of how things "used to be."  That children with disabilities were routinely sent away to institutions, never seen again. I admire my family for refusing to do that to Uncle Bob.  They realized that Down Syndrome made him who he was-and that he was a part of the family no matter what.  I am sure it was difficult-in a time when a disabled child was a stigma. 

I knew my Uncle Bob.  My grandfather new his brother.  My Dad knew his uncle.

I can't imagine how I would feel if I didn't even know about him and then finding out years later he was institutionalized his whole life. Alone.

What would I have done?  What would you have done?

There is a documentary about this topic.  You can learn about it here.
You can read the story here.  (keep tissues handy)