![]() Great novels aren't just for entertainment. I'll continue to do so as long as it takes. I bought this book to help her reach that goal. Though she's on a limited income it is her desire to have a John Grisham library. I bought this book for the youngest sister. First Mom, then me, then two younger sisters. Reading is an obsession for four of the six members of my family. May change that thought after I've read all the rest. Of the John Grisham novels I've been priviledged to read, I think A Time To Kill may be his best. Though sad beyond belief, it is a great read and a perfectly clear educational tool for future generations of this mixture of people who make up America. However, now that I live in the south (TN) those impressions have been modified alot. ![]() I am a western American and this story confirmed my adult lifelong impressions of the struggles for fairness and equality in the deep south of the 20th century. The human emotions were all there: love, hate, fear, profound anger, ambition, hopelessness, unmitigated bigotry, ego, superiority, soulwrenching sorrow and the list goes on. The characters are exquisitely defined complete with all their attributes, faults, strengths and weaknesses. I read this book a long time ago and loved it then. ![]() Apropos to the characters and locale of the plot event ![]()
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![]() Chapters cover the transsexual and transvestite communities in the years following World War II trans radicalism and social change, which spanned from 1966 with the publication of The Transsexual Phenomenon, and lasted through the early 1970s the mid-'70s to 1990, the era of identity politics and the changes witnessed in trans circles through these years and the gender issues witnessed through the '90s and '00s. ![]() A timely second edition of the classic text on transgender history, with a new introduction and updated material throughoutĬovering American transgender history from the mid-twentieth century to today, Transgender History takes a chronological approach to the subject of transgender history, with each chapter covering major movements, writings, and events. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() We bathed in the creek, painted in the day, and played board games by candlelight while waiting for our power to be restored. We had stored food and clean water in a paranoid frenzy for Y2K and we desperately needed it all. Then in September of 1999 Hurricane Floyd passed through our area, leaving us without power and the road with large impassable trees blocking the way. The handful of times I did use it I could hear whispered voices in the background, always assuring the other person that the line sometimes "picked up" other calls.Ī year and a half passed and we mostly forgot the phone was even there. After that we used the phone very little, preferring our cordless phone hooked up in the other room. ![]() I quickly decided this old phone was somehow hooked up to an old-fashioned party line. Then it was silent, no voices, just a faint dial tone. Then one said, " Did you hear that?" "Yes, is someone there?" "Hi, Can you hear me?" I said. I didn't want to eavesdrop so I said "Hello? Who is this?" The ladies stopped talking. When we first moved in I picked up the receiver and heard a quiet conversation between two women about hair dye. It was a nice little house, next to the creek, and in the kitchen mounted on the wall was an old-fashioned dial phone with a coiled cord. We drove down winding roads for 40 minutes just to go grocery shopping, and most of our neighbors were only around in the summer or on holidays. When I was pregnant with my oldest daughter, Mike and I bought a house in the Catskill Mountains of upstate New York…. ![]() ![]() ![]() She was awarded the Newbery Medal for From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. She also wanted to gently show kids that it’s okay not to conform. ![]() Growing up, she never read stories about grouchy fathers or headachy mothers or pushy ladies, and she sought to put characters like these into her books. In her Newbery Medal acceptance speech, she describes her motivation to write as the desire to make a record of suburban America in the “early autumn of the twentieth century,” especially the everyday lives of children and families. While the Konigsburg children were small, Elaine took art lessons, and once the youngest was in school, she began writing. She studied chemistry at Carnegie Institute of Technology (now Carnegie Mellon University) in Pittsburgh, becoming her family’s first college graduate. There she met her future husband, David Konigsburg, the plant owner’s brother. Though she was her high school’s valedictorian, Lobl didn’t know about scholarships (her school lacked a guidance counselor), so she earned money for college by working as a bookkeeper in a meat plant. ![]() Elaine Lobl was the daughter of Jewish immigrants who raised her and her two sisters in a small Pennsylvania mill town. ![]() |