September 22, 2021
Ah yes, another reblog of another book that went by way of the Dodo bird, and by this I mean: Has gone extinct in my book collection, and by that I mean: I got rid of it in one of my infamous purges.
Interesting. I’ve said that about the last two reblogs, which says to me that sometime in mid-to-late 2019, I donated a dandy bunch o’ books to my fave thrift store.
I suspect I’d realized I couldn’t possibly fit all the books I have into the shelves I have… and therefore…. a cull was in order.
I wonder why certain books stayed, while others went bye-bye? Now, see, if I could figure that one out, I’d have a collection of books that include a few I’ve reblogged about recently… instead of lamenting the fact that they’re long-gone. Stephanie, I hardly knew ye! <<< You'll understand when you read the post. LOL
Does anyone else see the humor ofThe Joys of Much Too Muchbeing written by someone named “Fuller”? Bonnie Fuller, to be exact.
This was another of my thrift shop buys. Therefore, it has an inscription to Stephanie, with love from Mom: All dreams can come true. So dream BIG! I know they’ll happen for you.
As I so often do with books like this, my throat caught a little when I read it. I wonder what made Stephanie part with it? Does she realize that Mom believed in her dreams when (possibly) others did not? Did she casually toss the book in a box, not caring that one day, Mom will be gone? Did she save other books or cards written in Mom’s hand?
But there is a more sinister, underlying thought: Could it be that this book is simply a slice of potty? Ah, yes, begs…
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