Band shirt of the day
I found the book, “The Mapmaker’s Children,” on the Blogging for Books website. The book is written by Sarah McCoy.
I have never read a book by Ms. McCoy in my entire life. It was in the historical fiction section. I love historical fiction. It cannot be helped.
I love the cover of the book. I think it fits with the storyline of the book.
It was interesting that one of the main characters was based on an actual person, Sarah Brown. We probably never think about the real or fictional experiences of family of John Brown.
The book begins in a modern day setting. The main character, Eden, has just moved to Washington D.C. She discovers an porcelain doll in the cellar. Eden and the neighbor girl, Cleo, are on a mission to find out the history of the doll.
The book alternates between Eden’s story and Sarah Brown’s story. It was really interesting to see how the two stories intertwine.
The book seems to keep the reader engaged throughout the story. It didn’t end the way I had hoped as far as Sarah Brown’s story but since she was a real person, it had to end with the truth. I waited until I finished the book to Google Sarah Brown to see what was real or not.
*I received this book in exchange for doing a review.
So this weekend, I looked at Pinterest. I found coffee related things to fuel a million DIY projects.
I decided that I needed to have beautiful kitchen cabinets. They look like this . . .
I knew right away that I was in over my head. After a few trips to the store, paint in my mohawk and kitchen in a chaotic state, the cabinets look like this . . . .
The lady at the Dollar Store has faith in me.
Do you have people whose opinion you trust implicitly?
In real life, I trust about ten people. In the internet world, there are maybe five bloggers that I trust.
When it involves babysitting, there are about three people on the list – who are already on the top ten list.
I used to trust everybody. I thought that everyone told the truth. Trusting people didn’t work out so well.People lie all of the time.
Even my kids lie when asked about the whereabouts of my tweezers. The tweezers reappeared yesterday after a few weeks of asking who has the tweezers. They were under a set of shelves. It wasn’t who the child that I thought would steal my tweezers.
So here we are . . . a regular Debbie Doubter with out of control eyebrows.