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I did NOT like what I read about AA and twelve stepping.

I was desperate for help with my domestic problem and started to read books about alcoholism. Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting by In America is a classic on living on mininum wage and probably started me on reading more political books. The Widower’s House by John Bayley is his third memoir about the life and death of his wife, Iris Murdoch, my best beloved writer.īelow: I read Gladys Taber’s two memoirs about her cat, and one about her dogs. Other than paying my mortgage and getting into romantic entanglements, I accomplished nothing during those years other than reading some books, taking some photos, and being thin. The only way I was ever thin was during the years in my late 20s and early 30s when I exercised compulsively, by which I mean lifting weights for an hour, then taking one or two aerobics classes in a row, followed by either an hour on the Stairmaster or a run around Greenlake (2.8 miles). I am sure Bourdain and Nugent would respond with nothing but mean jokes and bullying to Bountiful Women: Large Women’s Secrets for Living the Life They Desire. I stopped reading his books and stopped watching his shows, but not for a few years till after I saw that interview.Ībove: I was catching up on Anne Perry still, and I had the delight of a new Ruth Rendell. Now I hold him in complete contempt because of this loathsome exchange that he had with the repugnant T. I was entertained by Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential and was inspired to read many more books about restaurant life. Way back in Junior High school, someone, probably my great seventh grade English teacher, Ellen “Mother” Sherlock, had recommended Goudge’s perfect Linnets and Valerians, and back then I had read most of her books. I reread The Blue Hills by an old favourite sweet and old-fashioned author, Elizabeth Goudge, after reading The Little White Horse. I thought it was my first time to read the latter, but as I read it, I realized that it contained images of a lovely dream that I had over and over, of going through a narrow passageway between hills and finding a hidden valley. The books are in reverse order in each screen shot. Instead, I turned to the internet and got much support from a Seattle-based email list to which I had belonged since mid-2000. I’m Too Young to Have a Heart Attack was the only book I read for medical and emotional advice while Robert was recovering. I really must see what Taber books are in my collection so that I can begin to seek the missing ones before they go even further into obscure unavailability.īelow: I had a new Anne Perry, and a new feminist nonfiction, Misconceptions, “demythologizing motherhood” by Naomi The Beauty Myth Wolf. After Gladys’ longtime partner, Jill died, she eventually spent time in a house on Cape Cod. Stillmeadow and Sugarbridge is a collection of correspondence between Gladys Taber and her friend Barbara Webster. I know he wrote more books and I want to find all of them. MacGregor is a light gardening mystery by Mr. Unlike more recent garden makeover shows, the Ground Force crew, Alan Titchmarsh, “Tommy Two Days”, and Charlie Dimmock created interesting gardens with good plants. I was a big fan of Ground Force, a British garden-makeover-in-two-days show. The Thin Woman is an unremembered mystery.Ībove: Colour for Adventurous Gardeners is groundbreaking advice from the famous and witty Christopher Lloyd. The Lavender Menace is a memoir of the Gay Liberation movement.

Research tells me that Constance, Glady’s daughter, knew Stillmeadow as a child, and later wrote her own memoir about her life in New York. In 2001, Glady’s granddaughter was living at Stillmeadow. The View from Morningside: One Family’s New York has also slipped my memory. I read another Agatha Raisin book, so badly written and yet so deliciously addictive. A member of a Gladys Taber group that I joined so kindly sent me some old copies of that and other Taber books. Daffodil is her novel with is a fictionalized version of her life at Stillmeadow. I continued to read all of Gladys Taber’s memoirs (and I intend to reread them in order someday). Here are the books of 2002 (you can click on the screenshots to embiggen the covers): After six weeks of recuperation, he was able to slowly rejoin me at work, and we got a lot of gardening done that year, as you can see in the 2002 gardening posts starting here. Early spring 2002 started very badly when Robert had a heart attack.