I have not forgotten that I promised to send out some patio lights. The Give-Away winner is Gwen. I hope she will enjoy her evenings under these lights. Sorry it has taken me so long to announce the Give-Away winner. (Two packages of these lights.)
I realize that everybody has long since finished up “Out of Africa”. I hope those of you that read it glimpsed the beauty of that country and Karen’s love for relationships with the people who came along her way–some her type, many not, but she appreciated them for who they were. Basically, the book can be summed up (in my mind) as a love story between a woman and a country.
Karen Blixen was schooled in The Classics, and hopefully the posts about each chapter gave you some idea about her references. I learned many things and will probably retain very little, but I enjoyed it. I have about seven more chapters to post before I am finished, this should take about two weeks. At the end of the book there will be a QUIZ and of course a Give-Away. If you found “Out of Africa” too heavy in the classics department, don’t worry, the next book for My Whit’s End Book Club is. . .
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“The Education of Little Tree” is written from the perspective of a five-year old boy, and I promise he won’t make any classical references. In fact, his history lessons occasionally have parts left out. If you learned many new words in “Out of Africa” that you probably will never use, you will learn some new definitions for common everyday words in “The Education of Little Tree” by Forrest Carter. Come laugh and cry and re-think along with me by reading this memoir.
You can order “The Education of Little Tree” by Forrest Carter by clicking on the blue link or check it out at your local library. We should be reading this book in two weeks, just enough time to buy/find/borrow a copy.
The Education of Little Tree
Let me tempt you further. Here is the opening sentence from the book. “Ma lasted a year after Pas was gone. That’s how I came to live with Granpa and Granma when I was five years old. The kinfolks had raised some mortal fuss about it. . . .” Come view life through the eyes of a five year old Cherokee.
–rebecca
Whooppeee….sounds like fun and interesting!!
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Wow…thanks! As my oldest would say when she was just learning to talk…”Pity yights, mummy, pity yights!” 🙂 Good to have you posting again! 🙂
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Hope to get them in the mail soon–just found a box for them.
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