Not much is known about Leonardo Da Vinci’s mother. Her name was Caterina, and Leonardo was taken from her at birth to live with his father’s family.

That’s really it. So Robin Maxwell’s Signora Da Vinci is fictionalized, but beautifully written. And it’s about a woman who lives in a world where being a female who wants to be educated equal to men, meant dressing up as a man. That was the closest you could get to being a “feminist” back then. It was the only safe way to  live, really. Being a woman was just not safe, or fair, and becoming an educated man was the only way she could see her child.



Oh boy. Yesterday was a rough day. And to try and find a book that had to do with “Tickle” ??!!!! Say What??? Even my hubby came in the den with me to help on this one. Which was nice, because it was storming, and there are two windows that open to the west, so we got to watch the rain come in. We definitely had to work to find a book on our shelves that met this word theme though!

When in doubt, go with Shel Silverstein. Especially with youthful words like this. I knew he had to have some kind of poem having to do with Tickle. And he had a few that ALMOST made the cut. And then, I saw the feather, and voila!


From A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein



A post about Saturday, on a Wednesday? What book am I going to write about today?

This is a stretch, but Bourdain talks about how so many people want to be a chef because they like to cook, but then realize how tough the hours are. “Well, I don’t want to work nights and weekends.” Tough. Fridays and Saturdays are a chef’s biggest days.





There was a whole chapter in Walden on reading, which I suppose makes sense, since if you’re going to live in the woods by yourself for several years…what else are you going to do to keep yourself busy? You can only take so many nature walks.

Thoreau was very strict about reading in the original language of the author. The below is just one page of a long tangent about reading in the mother tongue, especially Greek and Latin. He loved Homer, and kept a copy that he constantly read while he was at the pond.


Love Song

Richard and I both have a huge love for theatre, especially musicals. If you show up out of the blue at our apartment, don’t be surprised to find one or both of us dancing in the kitchen, singing at the top of our lungs to Wicked or Les Mis or, his favorite, Dr Jekyl and Mr Hyde (I’m unsure if that’s the actual title of the book-based musical).

As a testament to this love, the first Christmas we were together, we both slyly stuffed each other’s stockings with a brand new copy of Gerard Butler’s version of The Phantom of the Opera. OOOOOOPS. Great minds think alike, right? We know this one by heart, even if we sing it completely off key.

I’ve never actually read the book, but a coworker of mine found it for free a few weeks ago, and grabbed it for me. It sits on my TBR shelf, patiently waiting for its turn to share its song with me.



I love coffee. LOOOOVE it. I used to drink it every single day. I worked in a coffeeshop, so I had easy access, and used to down straight shots of espresso like they were water. mmmmmm

But then, my migraines started getting worse, and I ended up in the hospital. I found out caffeine is a trigger. I had to give it up cold turkey. And found out that caffeine is DEFINITELY a drug. I still crave it every day.

That was 6 years ago, and unless a barista “accidentally” gives me caffeine when I order decaf, I haven’t had any. Phew. That’s a long time! I will have a cup of decaf coffee or a latte every now and then, but I have to watch even how much of that I drink.

I was pretty excited to see today’s theme because it meant that of course I HAD to have a cup so I could take a picture, right? The book doesn’t have anything to do with coffee, really, though they offer it to each other a few times when the guys are trying to work out the computer logs that Nedry screwed up.



I have a gorgeous copy of Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane. The cover is leatherback and gold embossed, and it has several paintings inside that epic the Civil War.



I thought this one was particularly (and unfortunately) well-fitted for today’s theme:




I wish I could remember where I got this book, but it’s one of those books that I’ve had forever, and seemingly just showed up on my shelf one day.


I really want to come up with a funny, witty, fantastic blog post for this. But I am a complete zombie today. Please forgive me. This book isn’t so much about an artist as it is about art. The main character is an art dealer, and there are so many awesome works of art mentioned here. I was constantly looking them up while reading it.

Also, don’t go into this expecting Steve Martin comedy. You won’t find it. Steve Martin is way more than stand-up. (Did you know he plays really fantastic bluegrass?) He’s a super intelligent man, and it shows here.

Ok, that’s all the brain power I’ve got today. Have a good one!



I have always been more of a book person than a movie person. My husband, on the flipside, is a HUGE movie buff. Because he is also 8 years older than I am, it is a common thing between us for him to mention a movie that came out before I was old enough to be exposed to it, and not get the reference. He gives me this horrified look like “Oh My God, you poor child. We must expose you.”

I’ve had many friends like this, who have made it their mission to expose me to movies that I JUST HAVE TO SEE. *Meh* I’d rather read the book, more often than not.

Don’t get me wrong, I love movies. But I generally don’t go out of my way to see them, especially with theater prices so completely gouged. I do agree with my husband that it is very sad to see Blockbuster and other movie “stores” go out of business, because it is much harder to rent old movies now. Netflix just doesn’t cut it most of the time.

And when it comes to watching a movie…please douse my popcorn in butter. The more the better. That bag better be greasy. That’s why God made napkins, right?

Here’s a few of the big hit movie books we had on our shelves. Interestingly enough, there seems to be a theme in the color scheme. Also…these are all Hubster’s books, no surprise there. He told me this year that I absolutely HAD to read HFRO, and while I liked it, it wasn’t totally my thing. The movie was definitely better.




What’s your favorite book to movie adaptation?


I really lucked out with my Cupcakes theme. Whodathunk, in the middle of a video game dystopian thriller, there would be a bear serving cupcakes? Thanks James Dashner! It was the one thing that made The Eye of Minds worth the read! Haha.



And in case you think I’m kidding. Here’s the quote:

“To Michael’s right, a huge black bear, bald spots covering its chest, was leaning over to pick up a tray of cupcakes from a serving window that led into a kitchen. A bear. With a tray. Of cupcakes. Michael had to remind himself that it was okay–anything was possible inside the VirtNet.”

See–even the protagonist didn’t believe it!