T.S. Eliot Reads “The Journey of the Magi” – ancient intonations

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Catch the Spirit, Refresh Your Soul!

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5.0 out of 5 stars An Anthology Full of Christmas Inspiration November 14, 2014
Format:Kindle Edition
In this day and age it is far too easy to forget the true meaning of Christmas. Some would even say it is no longer politically correct to use the word Christmas. The season has been entirely commercialized and the magical feelings once inspired by the big day are now replaced with stress and strife. Traditions are fading fast and many simply view it as a day to receive material items and electronic gadgets. I am entirely guilty of contributing to the commercialization. A day that once inspired feelings of peace and wonderment now makes me break out in hives as I compile my lengthy list of parties I feel obliged to attend and presents I feel obligated to purchase.

“Home for Christmas” allowed me to feel the magic of the season once again. It may sound silly to some, but I was nearly in tears after reading the first story, “The Gift of the Magi” by O. Henry. It is a story with which I was familiar from childhood. The memories it induced hit me like a ton of bricks. It made me nostalgic. I actually got a little teary eyed at its simple beauty and message. It made me realize this collection was one which I needed to share. It also brought me to the realization that I had severely lost sight of the true meaning of Christmas and inspired me to make a few immediate changes on my Holiday to-do and to-purchase lists. These stories returned my sense of appreciation for the day in a way that I had long lost. They are a rich and varied compilation of stories that will deliver an instant appreciation of the power they hold to inspire. This beautiful anthology has personally inspired me share it with others in hopes of instilling or invoking that magical feeling the Christmas season should bring. This isn’t the usual Kindle book that you read and disregard. You will want to keep this one around to read again, read to your children and read for simple inspiration. I do not know of any other compilation of such length or variety. “Home for Christmas” is the perfect title because it is impossible for anyone of any age to read through and not find multiple stories that hit home. If you are lacking in Christmas inspiration, this anthology is a certain and immediate fix.”

Over 500 pages of Christmas classics, a book to read aloud and share with family and friends during the holiday season. Something for all ages. Inspiring, heartwarming.
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“The way hope builds his house” — Emily Dickinson (Manuscript)


E.D. had difficult handwriting and wrote on anything handy. She did not leave polished manuscripts of her poems for publication in most cases.  This was eventually published as poem #1481 and dated c. 1879   “The way Hope builds his House/It is not a sill–/Nor Rafter has that Edifice/But only Pinnacle–/Abode in  as supreme/This superfices/As if it were Ledges smit/Or mortised with the Laws–” It also should be noted her verse became more cryptic and elliptical in her later years–almost as if the poems were notes to herself.

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Dangerous Times

This is off-topic but has become THE topic for me recently as a result of some heartbreaking events I have observed and tried to ameliorate. So excuse the soapbox schtick and oratory but attend.  This is important. More important than anything else.


Everyone has experienced it at one time or another, some more than others.

My shoulder sometimes stays wet for days from the tears or the wounded or dying. And I know myself personally and deeply how it feels, how it hurts.

We are all perps, some more than others. But the pain and personal damage we cause must finally be called out, for this has become a very discourteous and dangerous practice in this age without feeling or conscience. Yes, this internet age.

An age of depersonalization, “friending” and “liking.” How we have up ended and eviscerated these old vital verities. It does not bode well for the human race or the planet to have gutted what really matters and replaced them with vacuities, farces and frauds.

An era in which acknowledgement and response are either balm or, if withheld, spell “you don’t exist, you are nothing, or less.”

We all get tons of unsolicited junk email and texts. Delete, delete, delete. There is nothing wrong with that, it’s essential to one’s mental health and survival to sweep the infectious communications crap out of our lives.

But I have come to the conclusion that to ignore a friend’s or former associate’s email or text is tantamount to flushing them down the toilet, particularly those emails and texts in which they are reaching out for help or encouragement in a tough time.

Yeah, we may not have a solution or answer to what troubles them, what the problem is consuming them, we probably don’t, and that makes us uncomfortable, or worse we decide they don’t “matter” anymore, aren’t players,not in the game anymore and can’t help us!

Particularly execrable–see the Inferno on that attitude.

But if we are half-way human we can at the very least commiserate, show we care and that’s the important thing. Compassion, empathy. Comforting, encouragement.

I’m convinced there’s an especially hot tormenting place in hell for people who ignore personal cries from the heart from others.

“Love one another as I have loved you.”

It is our responsibility as human beings to care for one another. Ignoring someone we have known who has reached out to us and shared his or her troubles, whether by email, text or voice mail, someone we in the past befriended or worked with, that is, someone we had a relationship with, is a deliberate act of trying to snuff them out, kill them emotionally, and it exponentially increases their pain and confusion.

To ignore someone is the equivalent of inflicting incredible lasting damage to them. There is no excuse for it, forget how busy we all are.We are NOT that busy. We are shamefully self-absorbed, selfish.

If we lose our capacity for compassion, we are all lost.

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Mystery Book Tour Day 10 #MysteryNovember Marlin, Darlin’ by Margaret Langstaff


Read all about it! Breaking news! Thank you, Rosie, and your stalwart and kind team of avid readers! Beautiful people, one and all!

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November Mystery Tour

Today’s guest on the Mystery November Book Tour is Margaret Langstaff with her book Marlin, Darlin’

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Where is your home town?

You ask about my current home town. Well, I have lived on a lovely small farm just west of Gainesville, FL since 2002. Lots of wonderfully crazy animals, both domestic and wild. Six rescue dogs, horses and chickens and wild turkeys, deer, raccoons, red tail hawks, you name it. We have a high old time here. I love it. Every day has its surprises. One morning I had a lost Emu show up at my front door! My dogs went bonkers—it made an electrical jazzy noise—but that’s nothing, don’t get me started. Snakes on my front doorstep, bugs the size of drones. Florida in many areas is still really wild and my little farm is a perfect example.

How long have you been writing?

Though I’d ghost-written many books…

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What’s Your Genre, Bubba? “A Better Way to Think About the Genre Debate” from the New Yorker



Everybody (readers, writers, Amazon) thinks they know what genres are, but do they really–today?

[EXCERPT from this fascinating article]

It’s hard to talk in a clear-headed way about genre. Almost everyone can agree that, over the past few years, the rise of the young-adult genre has highlighted a big change in book culture. For reasons that aren’t fully explicable (Netflix? Tumblr? Kindles? Postmodernism?), it’s no longer taken for granted that important novels must be, in some sense, above, beyond, or “meta” about their genre. A process of genrefication is occurring.

That’s where the agreement ends, however. If anything, a divide has opened up. The old guard looks down on genre fiction with indifference; the new arrivals—the genrefiers—are eager to change the neighborhood, seeing in genre a revitalizing force. Partisans argue about the relative merits of “literary fiction” and “genre fiction.” (In 2012, Arthur Krystal, writing in this magazine, argued for literary fiction’s superiority; he fielded a pro-genre-fiction riposte from Lev Grossman, in Time.) And yet confusion reigns in this debate, which feels strangely vague and misformulated. It remains unclear exactly what the terms “literary fiction” and “genre fiction” mean. A book like “Station Eleven” is both a literary novel and a genre novel; the same goes for “Jane Eyre” and “Crime and Punishment.” How can two contrasting categories overlap so much? Genres themselves fall into genres: there are period genres (Victorian literature), subject genres (detective fiction), form genres (the short story), style genres (minimalism), market genres (“chick-lit”), mode genres (satire), and so on. How are different kinds of genres supposed to be compared? (“Literary fiction” and “genre fiction,” one senses, aren’t really comparable categories.) What is it, exactly, about genre that is unliterary—and what is it in “the literary” that resists genre? The debate goes round and round, magnetic and circular—a lovers’ quarrel among literati.


To a degree, the problem is that genre is inherently confusing and complex. But history confuses things, too. The distinction between literary fiction and genre fiction is neither contemporary nor ageless. It’s the product of modernism, and it bears the stamp of a unique time in literary history. ….

READ THE REST here A Better Way to Think About the Genre Debate from the New Yorker

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#FREE help For #Authors


So obvious! Basic! Books don’t sell themselves. Rosie, the fairy godmother of floundering authors!

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It’s come to my attention that some of you lovely authors out there need a little help with reaching your audience.

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Now I’m no professional in the matter, just a mad blogger who loves books, but this is what I’m seeing more and more of and it alarms me greatly.

When someone offers to help an author with some FREE publicity, some of you run for the hills in the opposite direction. “FREE that can’t possible be right! What’s the catch? What do I have to do? I haven’t got the time for that? It’s sounds scary, better not bother” Hands up if a bit of FREE publicity frightens you.

How many of you have a one page draft ready which can be used as a base for any publicity piece? All you need is a bit about yourself, where you’re from, when you started writing, what genres you write in…

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