Archives for the month of: September, 2012

This morning I’d like to share with you a book recommendation. There’s nothing better than spending bits of a weekend reading a novel, so I’ve spent mine exploring The Scrapbook of Frankie Pratt.

I consider myself a committed book lover, but I confess that with all my projects and to-do lists, there are lulls in my reading patterns. Even books that promise to be wonderful have been temporarily abandoned- for months. There’s a bookmark about halfway through my copy of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children which hasn’t moved in weeks, though when I picked up the book I thought it would be one to ravenously finish in a sitting or two.

But The Scrapbook of Frankie Pratt kept my attention and called me to finish it right away. It’s “a novel in pictures” with “full color vintage memorabilia on every page,” as touted on the cover. It caught my eye at my local library.

I haven’t had this much fun with a graphic novel since my first experiences with Linda Barry. Frankie’s adventures from 1920 to 1928 take her from Cornish, New Hampshire to Vassar College, Greenwich Village, The Atlantic, Paris, and back to Cornish. Preston weaves an engrossing story around our protagonist Frankie, whose life is illustrated with all sorts of 1920’s ephemera. I loved transporting myself into the Roaring Twenties.

Turns out the author, Caroline Preston, is the daughter of Sylvia Peter Preston, who is the godchild of Sylvia Beach. Who, of course, is one of my longtime heroines and the namesake of my favorite retreat spot, The Sylvia Beach Hotel.

I suppose the one thing that would make reading this book more fun would be taking it to the reading room of the Sylvia Beach Hotel.


Here’s a picture of the hotel as I first experienced it, on 8/22/08.


But even for a quick getaway without leaving home, Frankie’s adventures provide a nice diversion. Enjoy!

What are you reading today?


Have you ever visited Hug Point on a day so clear that you could see Haystack Rock from the point? Have you ever been there when the tide was so far out that the beach seemed to stretch hundreds of feet to the waterline? That’s what it was like last weekend, and it was glorious. We had a great time wandering up and down the beach, poking around in the many caves, enjoying the blue sky, and marveling at the twisted little trees that so remind us of days with less agreeable weather, days when the wind whips every living thing into a crouch. We like to go there when the weather is foul, too, when the water crashes up to the rocks, leaving no sandy beach at all. There will be plenty of days like those in the future. On those days, as we button our overcoats tight, we’ll remember how it was on September 15, hardly the same place at all. ImageImageImageImageImage

Hello, out there! I’ve been reading a lot of your sweet little blogs, and I like the feeling of sharing your worlds. I’d like to share mine too, so if you’d like to have a peek around, be my guest. There’s usually something baking in the oven, so let me pour you a cuppa tea and we can visit until it’s ready. Don’t mind the project that’s spread over the table, I’ll get back to it soon enough. I’d like to hear what you’re up to.