Usually I am pretty good about going through piles of books I bring home from Malice, or Bouchercon, or a full day at 2nd and Charles.
But for some reason (laziness, truth be told), I'd been pretty slack about this the past few years.
Resulting in a pile that intimidated me.
Motivation finally hit and I've spent a lot of time sorting the pile, deciding what would stay, what would go, finding some gems along with some "why do I have this?"
That woman who thinks you shouldn't own more than 30 books would have vapors and quite possibly pass out if she were to walk into this house, bless her heart.
This is just one corner of one room of a home full of books.
I have gotten rid of many of "that pile" of books, but have also kept many (way more than 30).
Here's the last pile to be sorted (those shelves will just have to happen at another time!)
Here's the last pile to be sorted (those shelves will just have to happen at another time!)
BUT - I found one book I do not remember buying or winning or being gifted with and I must say - it most definitely "sparked joy."
I'm reading it now and hoping it never ends.
I am completed captivated by Ms. Steinbach's stories and her voice.
Rather than being sad not to have discovered her sooner, I'm celebrating the fact of discovering her.
She was a Pulitzer Prize winning self-taught journalist and columnist at The Baltimore Sun who interviewed some amazing people before taking a sabbatical to travel and write about her experiences and adventures.
The sabbatical became, I believe, a full time adventure of writing, traveling, teaching and lecturing.
What a lovely, fun loving, curious, observant, honest, gutsy, storyteller extraordinaire woman Alice Steinbach was.
One of those women we all would love to have in our lives.
One of those women we all would love to have in our lives.
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