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Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
After finishing the book, I determined I couldn’t wait to see the show. This was quite intriguing. I think Cassandra Campbell’s narration was perfect. There were many nights I couldn’t stop reading. It was well after 3 AM that I would force myself to put the book away.
I was lucky enough to pick up the audio version from the library app Libby.
Most of the time, I don’t include the author’s blurb, but this time I think it might help.
“For years, rumors of the “Marsh Girl” have haunted Barkley Cove, a quiet town on the North Carolina coast. So in late 1969, when handsome Chase Andrews is found dead, the locals immediately suspect Kya Clark, the so-called Marsh Girl. But Kya is not what they say. Sensitive and intelligent, she has survived for years alone in the marsh that she calls home, finding friends in the gulls and lessons in the sand. Then the time comes when she yearns to be touched and loved. When two young men from town become intrigued by her wild beauty, Kya opens herself to a new life—until the unthinkable happens.
Where the Crawdads Sing is at once an exquisite ode to the natural world, a heartbreaking coming-of-age story, and a surprising tale of possible murder. Owens reminds us that we are forever shaped by the children we once were, and that we are all subject to the beautiful and violent secrets that nature keeps.”
Worth the read!

Zoom has been disappointing for me lately. For some reason, I don’t get to see my friends or the church service. I’m able to hear everything.
That’s the bad news. The good news was watching all the Zoo shows this weekend. I love those.
Speaking of zoos and animals, I was passionate about a certain segment on the CBS Sunday Morning Show.


Yes, I already did Y. I even ended with a Yes, I can. Hey, does anyone remember that book? I read it a LONG time ago. Sammy Davis Jr. wrote it. How’s that for streaming.
Yes, Y is a great letter. Including how many yesterdays it’s been since the 60s and 70s Paul McCartney song that I got to lip synch to in highschool drama class.
By the way, I am still far behind on the word count on CampNaNo, yet doing quite well on YWriter. So I think my math was yucky. Either way, the book is nowhere near finished so I’ll just be glad with whatever progress I get. It’s all a win. Yay!
And my stream is yelling that I need to go to yWriter and tell my yarn.
You all take care of yourselves. Wish I had a way to use the word yellow. Well, guess we wouldn’t want that in the stream. 🤣

YARN!
My favorite Y-word!






I haven’t used a lot of Ys. I love that letter because I can think of YOU and YOURS. I can be positive with Yes, I can! There are so many more, but I still have to work with my other yarning: CampNaNo. I lowered my goal to 12,500 words on Reflexions. I need to write 400-500 words a day to reach that on the 30th. On to Yarning on YWriter7.

My least favorite letter. It is the hardest to use without the usual xylophone, x-ray, and words that don’t start with x. But today, on my walk, I saw a sign. I didn’t think to take a picture, so I will see if I can find one. Edit: We took the same walk today, and I took the picture. Yeah, I’d be more afraid of the sagebrush!
A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail by Bill Bryson
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Below is the review from my first reading. An actual paper book. This time it was the Audible version. I didn’t realize I had read it before. Rob McQuay’s narration was brilliant! I enjoyed this read as if it were my first time, obviously.
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I haven’t felt this way about a book in a while. I wanted it to continue. Bill Bryson wrote with such a light touch that you felt you were walking beside him. I loved how he threw in well-researched information not only about the AT but about the ecology and history of people.
I may want to read this again someday, so I will have to go out and buy my own copy. This one is a BookCrossing copy that will soon find someone else to thrill. 297-4877803 To find out where it lands.
[Passed to TangoDream:]
What if I left all end punctuation off and never ended a sentence; where would one think one line finished and when I prefer Wednesday; ah, whatever…
























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