Imperfect Pairings by Jackie Townsend

Imperfect Pairings by Jackie Townsend

An adult romance truthfully articulated with characters (and settings as characters --- Italy, San Francisco, New York) voicing eternal sentiments and questions without whining, e.g., "How about defining ourselves by how we love?" [Jamie, page 231, in discussion with her sister.]

Or Luca on why each wine and love is its own (and more pointedly to the story, why he's waiting to harvest his grapes): Like amore, love, one wine is like no other wine.  The troubles [emphasis mine] make it yours."

Vino and amore and amore amongst the vino, perfectly paired in Jackie Townsend's Imperfect Pairings.




NetGalley in its own words is " . . . a service to promote and publicize forthcoming titles to readers of influence."

I've been a member since 2010 and as a "professional reader" (again, Net Galley's words, not mine) I am able to request galleys from publishers that, in turn, can accept or reject my request.

Life intervened shortly after requesting and reviewing my first title in 2010.  In the interim, I remained on NetGalley's weekly e-mail newsletter and often thought of returning to a space and time requesting multiple galleys on a weekly basis and, perhaps, becoming of reader of a bit of influence, something to expand on the years of recommending books to my circle of family and friends. And to jump-start my re-entry into the virtual world, or as Jamie in Imperfect Pairings would put it, "Give into who you've been all along," a professional reader.

The Sequel to the Prequel AKA "The End"

It's been my experience that things come in threes, good and bad.  And, so, at the end of this blog, here are three book-related "things" I've recently discovered and enjoyed perusing, slowly:


*Little Free Library

This site was introduced to me by Dee Dee and she hopes to get her son, Tyler, to build a little free library to place outside her Santa Cruz cottage.  


*"Mystery is alive and well in St. Looey"

Met the proprietress, Helen, and chatted about the latest Bouchercon (world mystery convention) just held in the city of the Arch.

*Writing well is the best revenge.

What's not to like about a blog with this tagline, "Eight smart and sassy crime fiction writers dish on writing and life.

It's The View. With bodies."

Some might object to my calling this "The End" as we all know nothing ever really ends or disappears once on this worldwide, web, internet thingy. But I vaguely recall one of my first posts saying, "This blog's birth has come about for many reasons, none of which I want to share right now."  And quite appropriately, the death of this blog has come about for many reasons, none of which I know right now.

But thank you for visiting, commenting and sharing your thoughts.  Now please go support your local library and independent book stores.

Spinning Tales by the Light of the Silvery Moon

Continuing the web/weaving theme of yesterday's post (and no, Charles/Charlotte didn't succumb to the pest technician's monthly maintenance), I've been researching local textile classes and teachers in search of a beginner's spinning class. 


With the economy in the shape it's in and my income prospects still dim (perhaps tonight's full moon will enlighten that situation), my rallying cry of "off-the-grid seaside cottage" has reached smoke-alarm intensity and I figured I'd better do something more than just keep repeating that statement.  


While researching the spinning class options, and there are several, my mind went to the origin of "spinning tales" and sure enough found the interconnection among the spinning wheels, spider webs and novelists:


*in the U.K., the phrase is "spin a yarn" harking to those days when women would sit at spinning wheels, spinning yarn and tell tales to pass the time.


*the spider "spins a web" meaning forming, creating as when someone "spins" a tale or story


*the novelist completing chapter 3 is making a continuous connective thread


And where does all this spinning lead this post?  I don't know; it seems I've lost the thread of connection . . .

Web Weaving

This lovely portrait of nature greeted me this morning as I opened the door to the monthly visit of my pest technician.  How appropriate, we both thought, as Halloween approaches. My neighborhood's Halloweens are legendary.  Our street is one of the few, flat, long streets in town and is the major thoroughfare for  the elementary school at the street's one end, for the residents living in the hills, not to mention emergency vehicles of every stripe. In years past, about 200 kids have shown up at the door and in the five years I've participated, I've run out of candy each year.  And, the decorations' anchor is a six-foot web made of twine!  Must be I was inspired by the all the web-weaving naturally surrounding the house.

Charles'/Charlotte's Web

Old School Meets High Tech: Hand-Bound iPad cases

I have a special fondness for the story that appeared recently in my local paper, accompanied by the following photo:

The case photo sits atop a photo album I hand-bound.

Given my recent experience with technology (see previous post), it was heart-warming to see that the fine art of hand-book binding is experiencing a resurgence due to the astronomical sales of the epitome of high-tech:  iPad2s.  For the full story, go here.


Moreover, it renewed my belief that working with my hands in this elemental way is a meditation in itself.  And inspired me to finish my photo album with paper purchased on my first trip to India (and to be filled with photos from that same trip) almost nine years ago.

The book cloth is not from India, but from my bookbinding teacher's supply.

Perhaps the album will be filled with the actual photos before another nine years pass by.

Posting "Left Neglected"

Yes, yes, I know I've "Left Neglected" posting to this blog, but several things have kept me occupied and prevented posting since May 22, not the least of which has been the disappearance of my muse (whomever or whatever he or that is!), major problems with my Google accounts, gmail and blogger, and too many hours to count trying to resolve a TiVO and Comcast problem (first reported to both on Friday, May 20, and 90% resolved by Saturday, June 25).  Despite an alleged "agreement" between the two companies to support one another's products, it was the typical finger-pointing between the two.  All I can say is the experience drove me to further explore the realities of an off-the-grid existence in the very near future.


As photos sometimes speak louder than words, following is my pictorial existence for the last several weeks.  

Of course, I had plenty of books from the library to keep me occupied while unable to watch TV, not really a bad thing.

For those who know me, a hint is provided in one of library book's titles as to what the finished product might be!

"Shooting" definitely would have been involved had I actually been able to speak to a person at TiVO!

Comcast's apology arrived 7/6/2011 offering "free" $5.99 movie-on-demand; charge will be added to monthly bill, then "credited" once enclosed coupon and survey is sent in (no stamp provided): can you say "data mining"?

LEFT Neglected

This post's title could cover a slew of current events --- Harold Camping's non-rapture event, President Obama's recent statement on Israel's borders, and even the 400th anniversary of the King James Bible.


But it actually refers to a book title by Lisa Genova, the subject matter of a working mom left with no sense or recognition of the left side of her body after a car accident leaves her with this brain condition known as, you guessed it, "left neglect." After closing the book (hope I'm always able to say that), I was left (okay, that will probably be the last "left" ) with stronger than ever confirmation that if you can read --- and comprehend --- you can do just about anything, maybe not brain surgery, but certainly train your brain to think, re-think or think differently about anything, maybe everything.


So imagine a scenario that has you waking up one day with this condition and having to continually remind your brain that even though you can hear your husband's voice, but can't see him, it doesn't mean he's in the other room, it means he's on the left side of your body.  And what does "continually remind your brain" involve? For the protagonist, countless hours of physical therapy that bring her to a place in her life that she's able to handle most of her daily routine pre-accident, but differently. In her first session, she's asked to imagine her watch and wedding ring on her left hand; I can't do justice to the author's conveyance of the physical and emotional wreckage this first session wrings from the protagonist; just read the book! 


The book had a bit more personal impact as I have 100% hearing loss in my left ear and so throughout my reading it, I was continually appraising my mindfulness and attention to matters on the "left" side of my life.  At the end of it all, I was "left" with a greater appreciation of both the magnificence and mystery of the brain and mind.