The Little Free Libraries project is the brainchild of Todd Bol.
The first Little Free Library I ever saw was in Savannah. What a charmer, tucked under the stairs on East Charleton Street, the site of Flannery O’Conner’s childhood home.
Now these little book boxes have gone viral. (Find one near you here.) This one is ready for it’s coming out party, in front of my YMCA in Stuart, FL.
Here’s the skinny. There are no rules or fines, the books are always free. If you see something you want to read, take it. You can leave a note in the book if you want. When you’re finished with a book, pass it along to a friend or return it to any Little Free Library. I’ve got one ready to tuck inside after the ribbon-cutting.
In a time when Google, Amazon, and Netflix unnervingly predict what we want to read/watch/think, it’s crackling good fun to open the door of a Little Free Library.
Want to build your own? I know I do. But, if you’re like me, you have minimal non-existent carpentry skills. No worries. It’s a cakewalk.
Little Free Libraries are bringing people together through books. The political right likes them. So does the left. Who says ‘no’ to reading?
Little Free Libraries bring out our sweeter side. So, what are you waiting for?
A few years ago, The United Arab Emirates blocked BlackBerry email and text messages because the government said it was too difficult to adequately monitor electronic communications. So, what was a citizen in the City of Gold to do?
Not to worry, said the BlackBerry creatives.
BlackBerry Leap addresses the needs of those who require a smartphone that safeguards sensitive communications while keeping them productive.
The global leader in mobile communications is a raving-good problem solver. Today, Emiratis who want to get things done usethe powerful and secure BlackBerry Leap. For a killer price. But here in New England, that other kind of blackberry, my favorite, is free for the foraging.The Plant-Lore and Garden-craft of Shakespeare is for the lover of poetry, gardening, and quaint, out-of-the-way knowledge. Take blackberries, for instance. I learned that colonists called the bramble bushes “lawyers” because the stiff sharp thorns grab hold of you and don’t let go until they’ve drawn blood. That didn’t stop colonists from plucking all the fruit they could. The berries were so delicious that folks overlooked the thorns and gave the plant the name, not of the cane, but of the fruit. Blackberries and other lush fruits of summer, like ripe tomatoes, are sensuously evocative of the past. I’m sixty-something, holding an armload of Costoluto Genovese Heirlooms and then, suddenly, I’m eight, in the garden with my grandmother. The smell of tomatoes, ripe and warm, conjures up random memories that I’ll never find on a high-tech BlackBerry.
But there are literary memories in bits and bytes on my e-reader. Some are of Atticus Finch ~ memories, I think, about to be revised. The NYT printed this warning.
The depiction of Atticus in Watchman makes for disturbing reading and for Mockingbird fans, it’s especially disorienting.
Go Set a Watchman, Harper Lee’s new novel, hooked me from the start. I’m on that train, swaying and rolling across Georgia, heading for a familiar balcony seat in the Maycomb courthouse.
Best way to clear the air is to have it all out in the open.
The sequel-written-before-its-prequel, extensively reviewed and hermetically sealed, will be released at midnight.Authorities in Lee’s native Alabama say the reclusive writer “made it quite clear” she wanted the book published. In spite of press releases, I still wonder if Harper Lee really wanted it to be published before her death. Thoughts?
For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth.
Lee’s book has some stiff sharp thorns and I don’t doubt that they’ll grab hold of us and, yes, draw blood. But, as with blackberries, I plan to overlook the thorns and enjoy the fruit.
Have you ever missed a stop/train/appointment – or been stuck in a library – because you couldn’t stop reading?
In London, aman so absorbed in his book that he didn’t realize the library was closing, was trapped for over an hour before being rescued. The poor guy was so upset he suffered a panic attack and had to be taken to the hospital.
I happen to love libraries and don’t think I’d mind if that happened to me (although now I say that, I’m remembering horripilatingly scary flashes of Pennywise, the clown in the library in Stephen King’s book, It).
Anyway, let me just get this out there.
I get lost in my alphabet world and read into the wee hours.
I just can’t put a good book down. I read The Light Between Oceans twice. Like the song says, it’s lovelier the second time around, just as wonderful with both feet on the ground… or on the table at book group.
The Light Between Oceans by M. L Stedman
An Australian lighthouse keeper and his wife decide to keep a baby who has washed ashore. “ You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things…we always have a choice.”
Right. Wrong. Sometimes they look the same.
GONE GIRL by Gillian Flynn. A woman disappears on the day of her fifth anniversary. Marriage can be a real killer. Rosamund Pike has signed on to play Amy in the movie adaptation, with Ben Affleck as Nick. Pencil this in your calendar for September 2014.
The Obituary Writer by Ann Hood
Part literary mystery and part love story, about the expectations of marriage and love, the roles of wives and mothers. Parallel lives connect present-day Claire to older Vivien. An emotional eggbeater.
The Other Typist by Suzanne Rindell
A Twenties-set novel features a drunken car crash, a case of mistaken identity, bottomless champagne cocktails, and an obsessive poisonous relationship between two women.
The Woman Upstairs by Claire Messud
Another dangerous relationship, this time with a family. A lonely teacher’s fixation on the lives of her apparently glamorous neighbors leads her on a path to frustration, anger and disaster. An addictive page-turner that kept me up late. Very late. The ending? Tectonic.
On my iPad today ~ Letters from Skye by Jessica Brockmole
I’m reading letters ~ from David Graham, a student in Illinois, to Elspeth Dunn, a fisherman’s wife/poet in Skye. They are “just an envelope away” from each other and fall in love through correspondence, sharing their wildest hopes, favorite books and deepest secrets. This novel takes the form of their letters – although as the story unfolds, they are not the only letter writers involved. A litter of letters from the heart.
On my iPhone today ~ Telling the Bees by Peggy Hesketh (audio)
Each chapter begins with a brief explanation about bees/beekeeping and parallels the plot of that chapter. Literary fiction veers into murder mystery territory. It’s a honey of a story.
On my nightstand ~ Whistling Past the Graveyard by Susan Crandall