This will likely be the most controversial subject ever talked about on my blog: my reading process. Yes that's right. While most people read the traditional way (you know, following the story from the first page to the last page), I prefer to know the ending while I'm reading. Basically, I read as much as I can before I HAVE to know the ending, read the ending, then maybe go a bit futher back if I can't understand the ending, then go back to where I had stopped originally and finish the book. Unless I just don't finish the book because I'm either OK with knowing how it ended or didn't like how it ended. There are, of course, exceptions to this method, which include the last Harry Potter, and other books of such importance that I force myself to finish without spoiling them for myself.
Now, this is controversial to many people, Nathan included, who believe I ruin books for myself by knowing the ending. But lately, I've learned that there are other people out there who read like I do, or jump around even more than I do. (To which most of you are probably thinking, maybe you all need to find a support group for such a problem.) However, check out this article I found via on facebook today, on spoilers. Spoiler alert: Here's the end of the article, that sums it up quite nicely:
"So this means that a spoiler is not really a spoiler at all. It takes a complex story and simplifies it, allowing you to process it easier. The ability to process it easier allows you to be more engaged in the story and understand it to a deeper level. And think, just maybe, if that "spoiled" story is good enough, it can last for thousands of years, exposing it to future generations of readers."
Maybe this just goes to show I'm not so crazy after all . . .
Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Favorite Literary Couples
My friend Laura recently did a series on her favorite literary couples, and today is featuring her friend's favorite couples. You'll find mine in the post, too! Check it out here. I have to say, Laura and I are reading twins, so a lot of her favorites (which you can find on her blog) are also mine.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Toastmasters Speech: In Which I Learn To Improvise
Last night was my third toastmasters speech, which was "organize the speech" or something similar. I wanted to talk about sorority recruitment, as this is currently the week that UNL has "rush." (I know, scandalous that I just called it that!) I though when I wrote it, it could be super funny and light and fun, while also being very organized and to the point. And then I wrote it, practiced it, and hated it. It was none of the above.
When I got to the podium, however, I was struck with inspiration, and it ended up being super funny and light and fun, and everyone laughed. I was not nervous, I did hand gestures, and again, improvised it. It was an awesome feeling, and I was really proud of what I had come up with.
I think it was the first lesson in speaking. I thought initially that because I could write speeches that were good, I could give speeches that are good. But there is a huge difference, because with speaking, what you come up with on the fly (that's right, you don't PLAN it) ends up being better than what you wrote.
However, here's the written out speech. And because my improved first line made me laugh a lot, I'll share it first, so you can see the difference.
Improved First Line: I am not a typical sorority girl, as I quickly learned while trying to discuss The Sun Also Rises with the guy manning the keg at a frat party. (and yes, my speech had other references to The Sun Also Rises. It's like it's my favorite book or something.)
In contrast, here is my written out speech:
Certain times of the year always bring back memories for me, and this week is one of them. For four years in college, I spent the week before school started at sorority recruitment—and, if I’m being honest, four years in college, I spent the week before that dreading it. But now that I’m no longer actually part of the sorority recruitment process, it’s easier to see that despite how hard it is, I learned valuable lessons those four years.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with the sorority recruitment process as a “potential new member,” it is a week-long opportunity to visit houses on campus to see which is right for you before accepting a bid to join a house. You visit eight houses the first day, five the second, and three the third. You see slideshows and skits, eat lots of food, and participate in lots of small talk and singing. That’s right—singing. After all of this, you make your choice and hope that the house you want also wants you and you’ll get to go there on the last day, bid day.
That first year, going through the process I just described, I learned that no matter how much you stress out about something, everything works out in the end. I had not intended to go through sorority recruitment, and when I decided to, I did a lot of research on the houses I thought I wanted to be a part of. I recently found these notes, and the house I ended up in was the one with the least amount of notes. But looking back, it was the house that I was most comfortable in, and the house where I connected with most of the girls. I spent so much of that week crying and worrying and stressing over not getting into the right house, that I didn’t even realize that maybe I had already found the right house all along. Seven years later, I still worry and stress and maybe even cry about other situations, but it’s easier for me to see that what’s right will happen whether I worry or not.
As I went through my freshman year, I couldn’t wait for the next recruitment season. There was no way that it could be any harder than what I’d gone through the year before, because now, I was in control. But I was way wrong. It was harder. On top of all of the prep work that goes into recruitment week, you have to learn how to talk to potential new members. I believe this was my earliest introduction to small talk with a purpose. While talking to potential new members, you not only had to learn enough about them to see if they would be a good fit for the house, but also keep them interested in the house, sell them on the house, and hope they didn’t actually hear how bad of a singer you are. However, I find that I use these skills in my current job—the small talk skills, not the singing skills. I have to know what I’m talking about, sell people on what I’m talking about, and do so in a short period of time.
I was actually excited about recruitment the summer before my junior year. I was ready to move back into the house with my best friend and see everyone again. I was no longer going through recruitment, I had hopefully mastered the skills necessary to be successful at recruitment, and my best friend was in charge of the food, which meant that when I was helping her, I got to actually leave the house. Certainly this would be the best year. And it almost was. The first day, I was out giving house tours and meeting girls, but by the second day, I was back helping Meagan in the kitchen. My biggest fear going into the sorority process the two years before was that I would get caught up in girl drama, which is not me, and let’s just say that recruitment brings out a lot of girl drama. The lesson that year, perhaps the most valuable lesson I learned, was the importance of standing up for what you believe in.
The last year, I had taken over the kitchen, and while I learned how to shop and prepare acceptable recruitment food for hundreds of girls, the lesson I learned during my final recruitment was the value of memories. Even though it seems like I learned a lot of hard lessons during the first three years, my last year was one I’ll never forget. Because it was fun. On top of being in charge of the kitchen, Kaitlyn and I lived off campus, which gave us a lot more freedom than living in the house did. The memories of us goofing off in the kitchen while making fruit pizza and driving around to every grocery store looking for flavored syrups are simple, but they are happy. And in terms of the house, the traditions that we did every year during recruitment had more meaning as a senior, and really encapsulated everything a sorority can be. So while not as valuable or applicable to my professional live, this lesson applies to my every days, and lets me think fondly back on my sorority recruitment.
Rereading this today, I think that this is much more organized than what I actually gave, but apparently that didn't matter as much as I thought it did. I have to admit though, the problem with just improvising is how excited I get. Excited Whitney is fast-talking Whitney, which apparently doesn't bode well for speaking. Oh well.
When I got to the podium, however, I was struck with inspiration, and it ended up being super funny and light and fun, and everyone laughed. I was not nervous, I did hand gestures, and again, improvised it. It was an awesome feeling, and I was really proud of what I had come up with.
I think it was the first lesson in speaking. I thought initially that because I could write speeches that were good, I could give speeches that are good. But there is a huge difference, because with speaking, what you come up with on the fly (that's right, you don't PLAN it) ends up being better than what you wrote.
However, here's the written out speech. And because my improved first line made me laugh a lot, I'll share it first, so you can see the difference.
Improved First Line: I am not a typical sorority girl, as I quickly learned while trying to discuss The Sun Also Rises with the guy manning the keg at a frat party. (and yes, my speech had other references to The Sun Also Rises. It's like it's my favorite book or something.)
In contrast, here is my written out speech:
Certain times of the year always bring back memories for me, and this week is one of them. For four years in college, I spent the week before school started at sorority recruitment—and, if I’m being honest, four years in college, I spent the week before that dreading it. But now that I’m no longer actually part of the sorority recruitment process, it’s easier to see that despite how hard it is, I learned valuable lessons those four years.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with the sorority recruitment process as a “potential new member,” it is a week-long opportunity to visit houses on campus to see which is right for you before accepting a bid to join a house. You visit eight houses the first day, five the second, and three the third. You see slideshows and skits, eat lots of food, and participate in lots of small talk and singing. That’s right—singing. After all of this, you make your choice and hope that the house you want also wants you and you’ll get to go there on the last day, bid day.
That first year, going through the process I just described, I learned that no matter how much you stress out about something, everything works out in the end. I had not intended to go through sorority recruitment, and when I decided to, I did a lot of research on the houses I thought I wanted to be a part of. I recently found these notes, and the house I ended up in was the one with the least amount of notes. But looking back, it was the house that I was most comfortable in, and the house where I connected with most of the girls. I spent so much of that week crying and worrying and stressing over not getting into the right house, that I didn’t even realize that maybe I had already found the right house all along. Seven years later, I still worry and stress and maybe even cry about other situations, but it’s easier for me to see that what’s right will happen whether I worry or not.
As I went through my freshman year, I couldn’t wait for the next recruitment season. There was no way that it could be any harder than what I’d gone through the year before, because now, I was in control. But I was way wrong. It was harder. On top of all of the prep work that goes into recruitment week, you have to learn how to talk to potential new members. I believe this was my earliest introduction to small talk with a purpose. While talking to potential new members, you not only had to learn enough about them to see if they would be a good fit for the house, but also keep them interested in the house, sell them on the house, and hope they didn’t actually hear how bad of a singer you are. However, I find that I use these skills in my current job—the small talk skills, not the singing skills. I have to know what I’m talking about, sell people on what I’m talking about, and do so in a short period of time.
I was actually excited about recruitment the summer before my junior year. I was ready to move back into the house with my best friend and see everyone again. I was no longer going through recruitment, I had hopefully mastered the skills necessary to be successful at recruitment, and my best friend was in charge of the food, which meant that when I was helping her, I got to actually leave the house. Certainly this would be the best year. And it almost was. The first day, I was out giving house tours and meeting girls, but by the second day, I was back helping Meagan in the kitchen. My biggest fear going into the sorority process the two years before was that I would get caught up in girl drama, which is not me, and let’s just say that recruitment brings out a lot of girl drama. The lesson that year, perhaps the most valuable lesson I learned, was the importance of standing up for what you believe in.
The last year, I had taken over the kitchen, and while I learned how to shop and prepare acceptable recruitment food for hundreds of girls, the lesson I learned during my final recruitment was the value of memories. Even though it seems like I learned a lot of hard lessons during the first three years, my last year was one I’ll never forget. Because it was fun. On top of being in charge of the kitchen, Kaitlyn and I lived off campus, which gave us a lot more freedom than living in the house did. The memories of us goofing off in the kitchen while making fruit pizza and driving around to every grocery store looking for flavored syrups are simple, but they are happy. And in terms of the house, the traditions that we did every year during recruitment had more meaning as a senior, and really encapsulated everything a sorority can be. So while not as valuable or applicable to my professional live, this lesson applies to my every days, and lets me think fondly back on my sorority recruitment.
Rereading this today, I think that this is much more organized than what I actually gave, but apparently that didn't matter as much as I thought it did. I have to admit though, the problem with just improvising is how excited I get. Excited Whitney is fast-talking Whitney, which apparently doesn't bode well for speaking. Oh well.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Vacation Photos
And here are the pictures promised yesterday. My mom has a lot more than we ended up with, but here is just a sample of our trip.
Golfers In Action
Indiana University Gates
Campus Forests
Reception Photo
Monday, August 15, 2011
Home Again, Home Again
Since I've started working part-time, I've found that my perception on Mondays has changed. Maybe it's because generally I'm not as busy on Mondays or because I'm getting back to my normal routine, but I have found that I actually look forward to the start of another week. This week was the exception, however, because this Monday means I have to get back home from a fabulous vacation. Our destination of choice? Bloomington, Indiana.
That's right--my cousin Phil was getting married and so we all met in Bloomington to help him celebrate! Thursday night we flew into Indianapolis to meet the rest of my family. My sister Stephanie was on our Chicago flight, so we got some more time with her, and then we met my mom and brother Joe at the airport. My dad had held down the fort at the hotel, so we had a big reunion in the parking lot.
The next morning we drove into Bloomington for a golf scramble. I am not so much a golfer, but Nathan was very good in high school, so he played, as did my dad, Joe, Stephanie, and most of my cousins. So my cousin Carrie drove me around in the golf card for the first nine holes. We had a bbq and then a really fun rehearsal dinner with disco dancing.
Saturday was the wedding day, but we had some time in the morning to drive to IU to check out the campus, as it is one of our new Big 10 rivals. I have to point out how wonderful everyone at IU was. As my dad said, we ran into three people on our self-tour. The first asked us if we needed directions and then gave us recommendations for lunch. The second offered to take a photo of the four of us. And the third gave us some history of the campus and then drove back around to find us and give us a magazine. We also had lots of people tell us that they all expected Nebraska to take the Big 10. :)
After some cocktails and time at the pool, we headed over to the golf course for the "10th tee ceremony." It was a beautiful ceremony, with so much personality. And all of the details were so pretty. The colors were orange and dark blue, and Kate had a gorgeous short dress. The centerpieces were cool--oranges and blue ribbons and orange roses and lilies--and there were really fun touches, like trivia cootie catchers and cupcake flavor labels. On top of all the pretty details, it was awesomely fun. Great music, great company, and great food. We had a blast.
Of course, on Sunday we had to head home. We were lucky in that all but one of our flights was on time, so we made it home about when we were supposed to. We also had a night without Shelby because we couldn't get back in time to get her from the kennel. She is back though, recovering from her time at the dog motel.
Tomorrow, I'll show off some pictures of our trip. Now, I have to get back to unpacking and recovering!
That's right--my cousin Phil was getting married and so we all met in Bloomington to help him celebrate! Thursday night we flew into Indianapolis to meet the rest of my family. My sister Stephanie was on our Chicago flight, so we got some more time with her, and then we met my mom and brother Joe at the airport. My dad had held down the fort at the hotel, so we had a big reunion in the parking lot.
The next morning we drove into Bloomington for a golf scramble. I am not so much a golfer, but Nathan was very good in high school, so he played, as did my dad, Joe, Stephanie, and most of my cousins. So my cousin Carrie drove me around in the golf card for the first nine holes. We had a bbq and then a really fun rehearsal dinner with disco dancing.
Saturday was the wedding day, but we had some time in the morning to drive to IU to check out the campus, as it is one of our new Big 10 rivals. I have to point out how wonderful everyone at IU was. As my dad said, we ran into three people on our self-tour. The first asked us if we needed directions and then gave us recommendations for lunch. The second offered to take a photo of the four of us. And the third gave us some history of the campus and then drove back around to find us and give us a magazine. We also had lots of people tell us that they all expected Nebraska to take the Big 10. :)
After some cocktails and time at the pool, we headed over to the golf course for the "10th tee ceremony." It was a beautiful ceremony, with so much personality. And all of the details were so pretty. The colors were orange and dark blue, and Kate had a gorgeous short dress. The centerpieces were cool--oranges and blue ribbons and orange roses and lilies--and there were really fun touches, like trivia cootie catchers and cupcake flavor labels. On top of all the pretty details, it was awesomely fun. Great music, great company, and great food. We had a blast.
Of course, on Sunday we had to head home. We were lucky in that all but one of our flights was on time, so we made it home about when we were supposed to. We also had a night without Shelby because we couldn't get back in time to get her from the kennel. She is back though, recovering from her time at the dog motel.
Tomorrow, I'll show off some pictures of our trip. Now, I have to get back to unpacking and recovering!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Toastmasters Speech: The Words Of Whitney
This is the first actual toastmasters speech I gave, meaning it was from the manual. You'll have to remember that because it's a speech, it is much more effective spoken rather than read on my blog. Unfortunately, I don't plan to film my speeches for you all to see (haha). But I actually thought it turned out OK, considering I procrastinated it until the last minute.
When I gave my first speech for toastmasters, I uncharacteristically went out of order in the manual and skipped over the icebreaker. Afterward, many people told me that the icebreaker would be much easier for me, as it was about myself. However, I think talking about myself is a lot more difficult than talking about, well . . . anything else. While brainstorming, all I could come up with was words, and I felt really stuck, until I realized that words were the answer I had been looking for.
The written word has always been a huge part of my life. That doesn’t necessarily mean that I’m a great speller, I have a fantastic vocabulary, or that I could take you down in a game of scrabble. No—instead, it means that as an avid reader and writer and former yearbook editor, English and journalism major, and magazine editor, I have chosen to let the written word dominate my life. Thus, it only seems fitting to let words dominate my icebreaker speech, as well.
Let’s start with the nouns. I am currently a wife, crazy dog lady, homeowner, and part-time fundraiser. I am also a daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece, and cousin—and you can add in-law to most of that, too. I am a blogger, facebook-addict, reality TV watcher, and library enthusiast. I have been a Coloradan, a Goddard Rocket, a Littleton Lion, and a sorority girl. And I will always be a Nebraska Cornhusker.
But as I’ve moved from different states and different schools and had different jobs, I’ve learned that it’s the adjectives that really make me who I am, and that the adjectives never change. So here are three adjectives that I think best describe me.
Particular. When my husband and I first started dating, we discovered we had one very important thing in common: neither of us liked to have our food touch the other food on the plate, and we both only eat one thing at a time. He was relieved because his family would no longer make fun of him, as they would in turn be making fun of me, and I was super glad that I finally found someone who understood the importance of using a divider plate.
Being particular falls into everything I do in my life. I have an eye for detail and am very organized. I constantly carry around my planner, and my to-do lists are cross-referenced. I am never on time—I’m always at least five minutes early, more likely 10-15 minutes early. And don’t even get me started on my closet or the Tupperware drawer, two places in the house I have to have just right. While sometimes being so particular about everything can be overwhelming, basically, I like things to be just right.
Enthusiastic. Going along with my somewhat OCD-tendencies, I get really wrapped up in everything I do. This means I have varied interests and can often find something to talk about with people. If I’m interested in something, I’m INTERESTED in something—I tend to go through phases where I’ll learn everything I can about a particular subject until I lose eventually move on to something. I like to have opinions on topics I’m enthusiastic about, but I like to try to see both sides of an argument and often end up on the fence most of the time. But what I’m most enthusiastic about is people, which brings us to our third and final word.
Compassionate. I love people. While I’ve been told that I come off as quiet, shy, or even somewhat snotty and standoffish, I enjoy making friends and learning about people. More importantly, I like to help people, and this is why work in nonprofit drew me back in, even though going part-time has been a transition to say the least. I try to think of other people’s feelings before my own, and I am an includer, so I try to make sure people feel comfortable and welcome and invited. Mostly, I just really like learning people’s stories, because everyone has a story.
And now for some words I am not. Cook and mathematician are two that come to mind right away. But most of all, I’ve never considered myself to be a public speaker, so I hope my time as a toastmaster will change that.
When I gave my first speech for toastmasters, I uncharacteristically went out of order in the manual and skipped over the icebreaker. Afterward, many people told me that the icebreaker would be much easier for me, as it was about myself. However, I think talking about myself is a lot more difficult than talking about, well . . . anything else. While brainstorming, all I could come up with was words, and I felt really stuck, until I realized that words were the answer I had been looking for.
The written word has always been a huge part of my life. That doesn’t necessarily mean that I’m a great speller, I have a fantastic vocabulary, or that I could take you down in a game of scrabble. No—instead, it means that as an avid reader and writer and former yearbook editor, English and journalism major, and magazine editor, I have chosen to let the written word dominate my life. Thus, it only seems fitting to let words dominate my icebreaker speech, as well.
Let’s start with the nouns. I am currently a wife, crazy dog lady, homeowner, and part-time fundraiser. I am also a daughter, sister, granddaughter, niece, and cousin—and you can add in-law to most of that, too. I am a blogger, facebook-addict, reality TV watcher, and library enthusiast. I have been a Coloradan, a Goddard Rocket, a Littleton Lion, and a sorority girl. And I will always be a Nebraska Cornhusker.
But as I’ve moved from different states and different schools and had different jobs, I’ve learned that it’s the adjectives that really make me who I am, and that the adjectives never change. So here are three adjectives that I think best describe me.
Particular. When my husband and I first started dating, we discovered we had one very important thing in common: neither of us liked to have our food touch the other food on the plate, and we both only eat one thing at a time. He was relieved because his family would no longer make fun of him, as they would in turn be making fun of me, and I was super glad that I finally found someone who understood the importance of using a divider plate.
Being particular falls into everything I do in my life. I have an eye for detail and am very organized. I constantly carry around my planner, and my to-do lists are cross-referenced. I am never on time—I’m always at least five minutes early, more likely 10-15 minutes early. And don’t even get me started on my closet or the Tupperware drawer, two places in the house I have to have just right. While sometimes being so particular about everything can be overwhelming, basically, I like things to be just right.
Enthusiastic. Going along with my somewhat OCD-tendencies, I get really wrapped up in everything I do. This means I have varied interests and can often find something to talk about with people. If I’m interested in something, I’m INTERESTED in something—I tend to go through phases where I’ll learn everything I can about a particular subject until I lose eventually move on to something. I like to have opinions on topics I’m enthusiastic about, but I like to try to see both sides of an argument and often end up on the fence most of the time. But what I’m most enthusiastic about is people, which brings us to our third and final word.
Compassionate. I love people. While I’ve been told that I come off as quiet, shy, or even somewhat snotty and standoffish, I enjoy making friends and learning about people. More importantly, I like to help people, and this is why work in nonprofit drew me back in, even though going part-time has been a transition to say the least. I try to think of other people’s feelings before my own, and I am an includer, so I try to make sure people feel comfortable and welcome and invited. Mostly, I just really like learning people’s stories, because everyone has a story.
And now for some words I am not. Cook and mathematician are two that come to mind right away. But most of all, I’ve never considered myself to be a public speaker, so I hope my time as a toastmaster will change that.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Random Summer
Happy Monday! This morning was finally cool enough for Shelby and I to get back to our long walks, and I can tell she appreciated it. I did, too.
A lot has happened around our house that I thought I'd give an update on. For starters, we are now parking in our driveway for the first time since May! Well, I suppose there was certain-times-of the-day parking allowed in June, but it feels like it's been forever. The garage is mostly done, the driveway is done, and life is back to normal.
The backyard, however, is not back to normal. We have the patio torn up so the electical company can come out and put our lines underground, which means that if a carport roof blows off onto the actual roof (not likely, but still) we wouldn't lose power. We also have to put in a gate to keep Shelby in the yard, install a doorknob on the garage, get a garage door opener, and redo the patio/pergola to go with the changes. Basically, garage=patio extension. Yay.
Our kitchen is functional, and our upper cabinets should be done very soon, at least half of them. It will be soo nice to have them again, and Nathan's dad has done a fantastic job on them (I've seen pictures!). So maybe in a month or two we'll be able to show off the "finished" kitchen.
We went and saw the last Harry Potter movie Sunday. I have always been kind of indifferent to the movies and for me, Harry Potter was already over when the last book came out, so I wasn't in too much of a hurry to see it. Or so I thought: I was surprised with how sad I was at the end because it was over, though I strongly believe she'll do more Harry Potter things. Did anyone else see the lifetime movie of her life? Very good, and now I want to find the biography it was based on.
That's all for now. Tomorrow, I'll be back with my long-awaited ice breaker speech!
A lot has happened around our house that I thought I'd give an update on. For starters, we are now parking in our driveway for the first time since May! Well, I suppose there was certain-times-of the-day parking allowed in June, but it feels like it's been forever. The garage is mostly done, the driveway is done, and life is back to normal.
The backyard, however, is not back to normal. We have the patio torn up so the electical company can come out and put our lines underground, which means that if a carport roof blows off onto the actual roof (not likely, but still) we wouldn't lose power. We also have to put in a gate to keep Shelby in the yard, install a doorknob on the garage, get a garage door opener, and redo the patio/pergola to go with the changes. Basically, garage=patio extension. Yay.
Our kitchen is functional, and our upper cabinets should be done very soon, at least half of them. It will be soo nice to have them again, and Nathan's dad has done a fantastic job on them (I've seen pictures!). So maybe in a month or two we'll be able to show off the "finished" kitchen.
We went and saw the last Harry Potter movie Sunday. I have always been kind of indifferent to the movies and for me, Harry Potter was already over when the last book came out, so I wasn't in too much of a hurry to see it. Or so I thought: I was surprised with how sad I was at the end because it was over, though I strongly believe she'll do more Harry Potter things. Did anyone else see the lifetime movie of her life? Very good, and now I want to find the biography it was based on.
That's all for now. Tomorrow, I'll be back with my long-awaited ice breaker speech!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Library Love: Everything Else
It might seem like I read a lot of chick lit, and I'm fine with that, because I do, and I love it. But today we'll look at some books that I've read that fall into the "anything but chick lit" category, including some non-fiction I've grabbed--mostly biographies.
Fiction Still Alice. Genova, Lisa.
My name is Mary Sutter. Oliveira, Robin.
First grave on the right. Jones, Darynda.
The 19th wife. Ebershoff, David
The art of racing in the rain. Stein, Garth.
The Paris wife. McLain, Paula.
Non-Fiction Jeannie out of the bottle. Eden, Barbara.
The Diana chronicles. Brown, Tina.
Deceptively delicious. Seinfeld, Jessica.
Prairie tale. Gilbert, Melissa
Fiction Still Alice. Genova, Lisa.
My name is Mary Sutter. Oliveira, Robin.
First grave on the right. Jones, Darynda.
The 19th wife. Ebershoff, David
The art of racing in the rain. Stein, Garth.
The Paris wife. McLain, Paula.
Non-Fiction Jeannie out of the bottle. Eden, Barbara.
The Diana chronicles. Brown, Tina.
Deceptively delicious. Seinfeld, Jessica.
Prairie tale. Gilbert, Melissa
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