HANDSELLING GRATITUDE
Quoting writer Elaine Neil Orr on facebook with huge thanks to handsellers everywhere and Quail Ridge Books in Raleigh and Nancy in particular for loving and selling A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage: "I was in Nancy Olson's bookstore yesterday, holding your book, and Nancy came by, took the book from my hand and said to all nearby: You need to read this!"
MOST USEFUL ELECTION YEAR QUOTE SO FAR
"Rulers come and go, and we're fools if we put our faith in them." -Fr. Mark Michael
A FAVORITE LINE
When I signed a book this morning, the owner told me that her favorite line in A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage is when Casimiria (the Countess Casimira, please!) waxes poetical, musing on how "dreadfully old" she is: "We are grass, our lives fleeting, our golden morning lasting no longer than the yellow flower head of the dandelion that runs to seed and which some passing child plucks and blows upon, scattering all its silver threads." Thank you, Miss Daphne!
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Sunday, July 15, 2012
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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.