(Dolen Perkins-Valdez, hardback). From the title you might think this is a book about the s-x word. It’s not. By a long shot. But the story, set in about 1852, is about a black slave woman, and her somewhat misguided “love” for her master. About the children she bore him, under the eagle eye of the master’s wife. But it’s all tied together with a yearly journey made to a place called Tawawa House, a rural inn of sorts in southern Ohio (a free State), that for some years allowed white slave owners to stay at the resort in rustic cottages with their black slaves, as couples. This place existed, according to the author’s afterword, and finally closed because some of the regulars (white couples who stayed in the main house) didn’t fancy this concubine business going on out in the woods. It’s about Lizzie’s relationships with the other slave women, about their desire to run to safety through the local underground, about them secretly meeting some free blacks, finding out more about abolition, and about the hardships all these black mistresses endured, and how little their lives were valued. A real stunning book. (I was sent this book as a perk from Harper Collins – because I had mentioned The Help. No strings attached – I could choose to mention this book, or not, here on my blog. I’m glad to because it’s a very good read.)
(Jamie Ford, on my Kindle). A poignant story about a Chinese-American, growing up in Seattle at the beginning of World War II. Henry falls in love with a young Japanese girl before her family is interned in a relocation camp. It a very secretive relationship because his parents would highly disapprove. The story goes back to the 40’s and forward to the 1980’s when Henry is in his 50’s and his wife (not the Japanese woman) has just died of cancer. The story pulls you in from the first page, especially when some artifacts are found in the basement of an old hotel which contain personal belongings from several Japanese families who were suddenly taken away back in 1942. You can see where it’s going, can’t you? I heard criticism of this book that it was just a little bit contrived. Halfway through I’m enjoying it very much.
(Kathryn Stockett on my Kindle, an excellent read); 
by Jetta Carleton (Kindle edition, eh); 
by Susan Richards (Kindle edition, good book); 
by Sally Gunning (Kindle edition, very good read)
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Isn’t this thing cute? It belonged to my mother, and is one of the few things that I kept from my mother’s kitchen stuff. It’s a fairly flimsy chopper for walnuts. It won’t chop almonds or hazelnuts, or brazil nuts (because they’re too hard) but it will cut walnuts and pecans. You just pile a few into the top and turn the crank. Most likely the blades on this are getting dull, because it’s not exactly easy to do. And I question sometimes using it, that the flimsy arm will break off. I use it rarely because it seems so easy to just use a big chef’s knife and chop. But this little gadget brings back memories of when I was a young thing and helped my mother in the kitchen. Chopping nuts was a job she could give me to do – with this little contraption rather than using a big knife, or stirring a hot pot. I’m not sure why my mother even kept it, but she did, even when they moved into a retirement home and had a miniscule kitchen hardly worthy of the title of “kitchen.” So I keep it and use it occasionally. The poor thing has chipping paint, the decal is still visible (kind of corny, but typical of designs of the day) and the blades, well they’re over the hill. But it whelms me with nostalgia nevertheless. Do any of you have one of these?
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