Favorite line quiz by Deb Meredith

I love to reread books, especially when I’m sick. My favorites are like old friends, and when I read the familiar words I feel comforted and comfortable. My copies of Pride and Prejudice, The Secret Garden, and The Secret of Chimneys (Agatha Christie) all look worn out and well-loved. One of the best things for me about becoming a parent is getting to reread my favorite children’s books again. My…

Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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In which CATCH-22 knocks the wind out of Deb Kristina

My own favorite line can’t be revealed. Because to reveal this line, from Joseph Heller’s CATCH-22, would ruin a painfully beautiful scene because the gorgeous shock of it was part of its genius. It was one of those moments where I had to pull myself out of the book and gasp and remind myself I was only in my living room, not indeed on a Mediterranean island in World War…

Monday, November 24, 2008
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Fight the Power, Damned Scribbling Women! by Guest Author Joanne Rendell

Joanne Rendell has been a friend of the Debs for a long time–and several of the 2008 Debs got to spend time with her in San Francisco at a conference last summer. Her much-anticipated debut novel, “The Professors’ Wives’ Club,” recently launched to wonderful reviews. We’re delighted to have her as a guest this week, and happy to have her write on our theme this week–banned books. Banned books never…

Saturday, September 27, 2008
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The Joys of Storytime by Deb Jenny

When I was growing up there weren’t quite the infinite number of books available to the reading public that there are now. Granted there were the usual standbys, all the classics, of course. I devoured the Nancy Drew mysteries, the Little House on the Prairie series, the Little Women books, Anne of Green Gables, and such. Even during school there were those books that stuck with me: I adored the…

Tuesday, August 14, 2007
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The Winds of Change, A Very Serious Essay by Deb Kristy

So, this week’s topic was wind. The smart ass in me (oh, and that’s about 97%) was dying to write something pithy about breaking wind, but then I decided that my definition of “pithy” was more “eight-year-old boy potty humor” than sophisticatedly amusing and I scrapped it. So, what’s a Southerner left to blog about with a topic like that? Oh, yes, five bucks to you all. It is SO Gone…

Saturday, June 30, 2007
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