Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
mid-afternoon
Help Animals & Honor a cool chick - Edith Layton Memorial giveaway, auction and fundraiser
Shamelessly & lovingly copied from the Smart Bitches, Trashy Books blog. In memory of Edith Layton, Jane and I are hosting a fundraiser/auction/giveaway to benefit the North Shore Animal League. Layton’s daughter Susie Felber told me that while her mother was very quiet about her battle with ovarian cancer, she was not at all shy about “her insane love of animals,” and so the family decided any memorial contributions should be directed to the NSAL. With some help from friends and authors, we’re putting together a three part effort.
If you like romance novels, saving animals, remembering cool people in a way that would make them happy, please click on the above paragraph to find out how you can win some books, donate to the North Shore Animal League (or pet charity of your choice) in Edith Layton’s name, and find out how you can win the eBay auction for the upcoming bound anthology, Must Love Hellhounds, by, among others, Charlaine Harris (whose anthology contribution is the next installment of the Sookie Stackhouse series, on which HBO’s True Blood is based), a gift basket by the author of Dark Slayer, and a bound galley of Nora Roberts’ next book. I think Edith Layton would be thrilled that the North Shore Animal League is benefitting from the auction & raffle by those who loved and admired her. I think it’ll also help the Felber family, knowing that even though their mom is gone, her legacy of loving & supporting the North Shore Animal League lives on.
So, go check out the full details at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books. And while you’re there, check out the site (and check out Dear Author, too, because they’re in on this SBTB) because it’s pretty entertaining, even for a non-romance novel reader like myself. Since I’ve never really given any romance novels a shot since perhaps reading one Harlequin romance novel as a kid, I figure I could honor Edith’s memory by checking out one of her novels. I know that her kids are awesome writers, so it stands to reason, their mom was, too. Plus, if I love it, it gives me LOTS of new books to read, because the woman was prolific. When she wasn’t helping save animals and spending time with her grandkids, she must’ve been writing constantly.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
lunch time
Our Library Opens Today!
We’ve only been waiting EIGHT years to get a library near us, and in just 7.5 hours, our library dream comes true. There aren’t any good pictures online of it yet, so we’ll have to take a camera. The place is huge and it looks like a shopping center. It’s a big box with gigantic windows.
CENTENNIAL HILLS LIBRARY 6711 N. Buffalo Dr. Las Vegas, NV 89131 Date opened: Opening January 10, 2009 Architect: JMA Architecture Studios Interior square feet: Library: 32,431; Operations Center: 13,124 Parcel size: 7 acres Parking spaces: 248 total: 9 ADA, 20 hybrid (cool, hybrid parking spaces!)
About the Library: The new 32,431 SF Centennial Hills Library is located on a seven-acre site at N. Buffalo Drive at the intersection of Deer Springs Way, on a campus that includes the Centennial Hills Park and the Centennial Hills Community Center. This state-of-the-art library offers a collection of books, music, movies and other resources for adults and children of all ages, as well as a computer lab for adults, a Homework Help Center and adjoining computer lab for kids, an art gallery, storyroom and used bookstore/café. It has been designed to achieve a Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design (LEED) gold certification, meaning it is constructed to reduce negative environmental impacts and improve occupant health and well-being. It also offers free wireless Internet access (Wi-Fi). Meeting Rooms: Multipurpose room, Storytime room, gallery, Used Bookstore/Café (so that means it’ll smell good!)
Sunday, January 04, 2009
the wee hours
Happy New Year!!!
I have a whole boatload of resolutions to write out, but the main one is…please, let me make 2009 way better than 2008, or 2007. Well, or even the end of 2005 (the end of September onward, to be herniatingly specific) thru 2006.
While I’m making up my list, Leigh-Ann got an awesomely funny book as a Xmas present (The Joys of Engrish), and since you might not have the book (yet), go to the Engrish website and I promise you will laugh out loud numerous times as you scroll through the poorly translated signs in Japan, China, Korea, et al. If you live alone, you will want to share the laughs with your pets. If you live with other people, you will constantly be either reading the signs to them or telling them to come and look at your monitor. You will be telling them that so often, they will tell you to stop it and they will go to the site on their own. In the future, you will be buying the book for others.
Monday, December 08, 2008
evening
I finally decided to put the library employees to work
Since we got our library cards a month or so ago, I’ve just been ambling around the stacks, choosing books that strike my fancy, and not liking a whole lot of them. Leigh-Ann has been smarter and has been going through her Amazon wishlist and requesting those books at the library. She also sent me the NY Times list of top books for 2008, so I went through those and through my wishlist, then I put the library to work. It’s great, you sit at your computer at home and request books and they find them for you (even at other branches), label them with your name, and then they shelve them in the room where you check-out. So, I had all of these books waiting for me yesterday.
Beautiful boy: a father’s journey through his son’s addiction by David Sheff. Patient by patient: lessons in love, loss, hope, and healing from a doctor’s practice by Emily R. Transue, M.D. (I really liked her first book) Black fliesby Shannon Burke. My custom van: and 50 other mind-blowing essays that will blow your mind all over your face by Michael Ian Black Celebrity detox: (the fame game) by Rosie O’Donnell. There’s nothing in this book that I meant to say by Paula Poundstone. Netherland by Joseph O’Neill. His illegal self by Peter Carey. Bright lights, big ass: a self-indulgent, surly ex-sorority girl’s guide to why it often sucks in the city, or who are these idiots and why do they all live next door to me? by Jen Lancaster Such a pretty fat: one narcissist’s quest to discover if her life makes her ass look big, or why pie is not the answer by Jen Lancaster The night of the gun: a reporter investigates the darkest story of his life, his own by David Carr. Are you there, vodka? It’s me, Chelsea by Chelsea Handler (these last two are waiting to be picked up today) Tweak: (growing up on methamphetamines) by Nic Sheff (this matches up with his father’s book, Beautiful Boy - I thought the different perspectives would be interesting)
Now, I had a wealth of books to choose from, but didn’t know what I wanted to read first. It was between Paula Poundstone, Rosie O’Donnell, and Michael Ian Black, whose book I hadn’t requested, but just saw on the new books shelf. Rosie O’Donnell won out, but I’ve been kind of sleepy on this wild and weird rainy day today. Other than getting icky cramps and praying for a hysterectomy.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
evening
I can no longer judge a book by its cover
Either I’ve gotten pickier or they’ll let any old author publish a book these days. I used to be able to go to the library and pick out a bunch of books and never be wrong about whether or not I’d like them. However, lately I’ve been picking some really boring books. Maybe I’m just more willing to give up on a book than I used to be. My time is limited, no need to spend it reading something that doesn’t interest me. Like, for instance, multiple award winner, The Corrections - I got maybe 50 pages into the book, and that was it for me. It was tossed back on to the library book pile to be returned. Instead, I’m going to read about Diablo Cody’s life as a stripper. Just for the heck of it, she decided to strip. People are weird. I think I could get enough of the atmosphere just by hanging out at a strip club and talking to the other strippers. Perhaps that’s why I don’t have an Academy Award for writing Juno. Maybe there are a few other reasons, but I can’t think of them, can you?

