temptingpersephone This is it: The one picture I have to commemorate Maggie Stiefvater's talk. Closed eyes, back of another woman's head and all. Mostly I remember laughter. 1d

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temptingpersephone Where else to slip a letter waiting to be posted but between the pages of a book. [It's interesting to note that second letters can be more difficult to write than the first. I hope you find something in this one, Sasha, something to respond to.] 1w

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temptingpersephone The usher asked if I was excited to see this. I said, "More like hardly prepared for the pain." #imnotreadyforthis #idontcarehowgooditis 3w

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temptingpersephone One in this case was named after the year Cervantes wrote DON QUIXOTE. Why yes, my cheese purchases are dictated by favorite literary characters. 3w

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temptingpersephone A scene from last night, before Hook tore at my heart, before Sidney and Geordie mended some of the damage, and long before Ethan's sun-drenched journey into the desert. 4w

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temptingpersephone My fondness for Grantchester deepens by the episode, and so I find myself here, visiting Sidney and Co. in their original home. 1mon

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temptingpersephone Two of a kind, we are. // Another Eeyore mug for my I-swear-it's-not-a-collection. 2mon

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temptingpersephone Ways to spend a morning: Watch the new adaptation of And Then There Were None* for the umpteenth time; cuddle with pup, slantwise across the bed; give in to this envelope-making addiction of yours, use every scrap of paper in the house, bring out all the washi tape, your new cutting mat.
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*So very much more about that to come.
2mon

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temptingpersephone Welcome to Night Vale. In a lovely old theater, on a merciless seat. 2mon

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temptingpersephone It's raining; I can't settle into doing any one thing. I've slipped in and out of rooms and books, biding seconds of time with light switches and black-font-filled pages. I've already, temporarily, left this would-be collage in my reading journal behind. 2mon

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temptingpersephone A mismatched morning. Perhaps the best kind, what, with sun splashing along the window sash. With theories of Red Queens, and soul-stroking music. With bits of paper for amateur hands to shape wholly into something else. 2mon

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temptingpersephone The tulips are opening, and the roses, the daffodils. 2mon

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temptingpersephone I never have been able to resist maps, any work with a Daedalus stamp on it. And to make it a banner day: Chocolate and caramel, crumbled crust and apples. 3mon

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temptingpersephone A little more Sunday snoozing with her, then it's out to linger in bookstores, out for coffee and craft supplies. 3mon

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temptingpersephone My first @mabgraves print. She will be joined by many, many more. 3mon

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temptingpersephone I've never kept a reading journal, owing to a deficit of understanding: What would I write? How many dozens of quotes is a dozen too many? And once the journal was full up, what then? All that's out the window now; it's time to try. I can't think of a more appropriate book to make that start with. 3mon

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temptingpersephone Talking to my friend I titled this One Man, One Mutt, Two Misfits Bent on Breaking Michelle's Heart: A Novel, and you must know it's true. I'm burrowed deep in the pages, and the man and the mutt have tied their strings around my heart. I'm afraid they have no intention at all of letting go, not even at the end, not even when my prophecy has come true, my heart left in fissures and cracked open wide enough to break. 3mon

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temptingpersephone Goodness, yes. *looks around for her own blanket fort* 3mon

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