Imagine moving into a new place — the cost of moving, the stress of living from boxes, getting used to the neighborhood, and the time it takes getting used to the surroundings. It can be stressful. But how stressful is this process? Is it enough to make a stable, level-headed person crack under the pressure?
In Ben H. Winters’ (author of Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters) latest novel, Bedbugs, from Quirkbooks, Alex and Susan Wendt decide to leave their small one-bedroom apartment and move their family into a larger home in Brooklyn. If you’re a homeowner or you’ve moved to a new town and needed an apartment to rent, you know the stress of finding “THE ONE” (see my previous posts about home ownership if you have no clue about this experience….).
A few weeks ago I discovered that my mail was being held at the Post Office. Silly postal service did not get the memo that we had moved. But that’s another story. What matters here is that when I did get my large pile of bills, change of address notices, travel voucher checks, etc. I discovered that I had received my copy of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children had arrived from Quirk Books!
I wish I could say I dug right in and finished the book in a day, but I can’t. Things have been crazy/busy, so it took some time to dive in. And once I did, I could hardly put this book down. Here’s why:
Notice anything peculiar about the girl in this picture?
Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children (by Ransom Riggs) is the story of Jacob and his grandfather, Abraham. Like most grandfathers, Jacob’s told stories. These stories were of a particularly bizarre nature. There was the story of a home that orphaned children escaped to during The War (WWII) for protection. This home was a haven for victims of the Holocaust and bombings that had torn their homes — and families — apart. The children that live in this home, according to Abe, had special gifts. There were siblings who could lift heavy objects with ease, a girl who could hold fire in her hands, a boy with bees living inside of him, and an invisible boy. Not your normal orphan spread. All of these special children lived under the supervision and care of Miss Peregrine, or “The Bird.”
Hubz and I are officially moved in to our first home. We have been for a few weeks, but with the work we have been putting in to everything, there hasn’t been much time to update this blog (because let’s face it — I’m horrible at updating it when I’m not busy, a fact that I think annoys the FarmWife something fierce…). Well, I’m here now and ready to tell you, dear reader, about my new home. Continue reading
Hubz and I are Property Virgins. Our limited knowledge of buying a house comes from the New Home Owners line up on HGTV. Sometime before Christmas, we decided we would start looking for a home to call our own. Preferably one with more than one bedroom, one bathroom, and a washer/dryer combo that did not stack and only allowed us to wash 3 pairs of jeans at one time. Continue reading
It’s my favorite time of the year. The leaves are turning from their bright greens to their bold and rich gold, red, and orange hues. It’s beautiful. There is a chill in the air that makes the bedroom comforter a necessity, not just a decorative piece of bedding. It’s the time for fresh apple cider and apples so crisp and juicy that in just one bite, juice is running down your face.
Yes, it’s Fall, and clearly it’s my favorite season.