Jul 232014 Posted in A Good God, Just Words, Love, The MotherHood3 Responses

Where to Build the Fences

The toddler is dipping her toes in the water.

Across the lake, yards that may as well be miles away from her, ducklings are marching a drunken parade that is the stuff tiny Fable dreams are made of, and she wants to hold one.  She knows that between them are the depths and the shadows and the cold of the water and her inability to swim, but she is a single-minded spirit with rebellion in her soul, and today her soul cries “Ducky.”

The water is deep, but she doesn’t see the water.  She only sees what she is missing.  She only sees what she lacks.

There is a rebel of a girl who lives deep within me who only sees the lack.  She rages about the missing thing, aches to give it a name and a face and a value.  She is fear and fire, and she plants her toes loosely on the edges of disaster and insists that fulfillment is somewhere waiting in the burn and the glow.  She believes that contentment is a thing captured and granted and anchors her will in the pull of the illusive more.

I used to hate her.  I used to hide her and shame her and scream blame at her fickle fearful grasping and her tantrums and her noise.  But I’m learning to see her for what she is, what she isn’t, what she doesn’t know.  She believes that contentment is a thing captured, but I know that contentment is a victory won.  Contentment is the war wound healed from the stubborn fight of gratitude.  It is the armor chained from carefully curated observations of grace – a head on a shoulder, a glimpse of salvation, the chirp of a cricket, the clothes on the line.  It is a thing that breaks and rebuilds.  It is a thing that is broken and rebuilt.

Contentment is not the capture and keeping of beautiful things.  Contentment is watching beauty from the shore with eyes full also of the beauty beneath our feet and in our hearts and in our hands and accepting that nothing will ever be complete here, but aren’t we all worth it, and aren’t we all tragic and precious grasping love with white knuckles, yearning to know each other, following each other home.

We are each other’s, the frightened girl inside and the toddler on the waters edge and the mother-me who is learning where to build the fences and where to tear them down.

Today, motherhood is taking the girl with the rebellion in her soul in my arms and carrying her away from the edges of rivers and fires and the siren song of want.  Compassion is hearing her protests and honoring the plain and lovely sadness of her loss.  Faith is a patient hand in her hair as long as the tears fall and the presence of spirit to place something beautiful into her empty, grasping hands (the rain on the pavement, the truth of a promise, the sound of you on my skin) and hope is the whisper “Hold tightly, tiny beautiful girl.”

Hold tightly, hold tightly, and never let go.

Girl of Cardigan

Jul 082014 Posted in Mom Jeans1 Response

Mom Jeans: Notes from Amber

Mom Jeans is a collection of thoughts on personal style from mothers of young children all around the world. Some are fashionistas, some would call themselves the furthest thing from fashionable – all of them are wildly beautiful, and all of them inspire me. Enjoy!

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I’m Amber Christopher. I am a blogger at With Love, a personal lifestyle blog that covers design, fashion, beauty, food, and motherhood—all for the sake of inspiring women and fostering that village we all need. I grew up in the northwest, on a beautiful island in the puget sound, and have lived in Portland, Oregon for the past decade. I love Portland so much, I really can’t imagine living anywhere else. Though I do miss being a five minute walk to the ocean. I’m a mama of one charming, completely delicious little girl. Eleanor turned two this past February. Her personality is infectious and so fun, and reminds my husband and me to enjoy the present. She’s passionate and, consequently, stubborn- I don’t know where on earth she gets that from.  She has a huge heart and is so tremendously nurturing and loving. We call her our “little mama.” She is magnetic. My husband, Daniel, is every bit my better other half. He is far less selfish than me, and definitely the more patient and grounded one. He keeps me sane. And he’s like the best father. He gets her, and she is crazy about him. Seriously, I lucked out. I have been able to stay at home with Eleanor her whole life thus far. This will probably be changing in the not-too-distant future, which is very bittersweet for me!

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My style is a mish-mash of colorful and neutral, new and vintage. Feminine, but more and more minimal and streamlined as I’ve gotten older and become a mom. It’s stylish, but it’s also comfortable and easy, and with pockets. I like unique things. Pieces that look and feel special, and different from anything else out there. I don’t give too much to trends, but rather have always loved timeless pieces that I can keep and wear year after year.

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When Eleanor was first born maybe it was harder to adjust my wardrobe to my new life (aka, endless nursing), but slowly I grew into my new life and figured out a way to adapt my wardrobe without compromising my style. I think everyone’s style evolves as you get older. There is a natural editing process, not only because I am a mom, but more because I don’t have the room or time for things. My style is just not as fussy anymore, which I love!

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1. I love Everlane for basics (quality without breaking the bank). They just added denim/ chambray shirts to their line which I couldn’t have been more excited about. Chambray and denim are my second skin.

2. Dresses and onesies. They are cute, comfortable, and incredibly low-maintenance. You just add shoes and you’re good to go. I am currently living in Ace&Jig’s onesies and dresses and, well, everything. I’m totally obsessed.Their pieces are an investment, but, to me, a worthwhile one. They are quality made, so comfortable, unique, and timeless—-all of which outweigh being able to buy clothes more frequently for me. Other than that I love vintage. As a mom, I obviously don’t have the time anymore to scour flea markets and vintage stores but, Etsy and Ebay solve that problem.

3. I’ve always loved makeup, but, like my wardrobe, it too has been pared down since Eleanor was born. For example, I still always wear mascara, but just not really the eyeliner anymore.

I only put mascara on the top lashes. I feel like it makes me look less tired. MAC’s In Extreme Dimension is the best I’ve found so far. It makes your eyelashes do all right things. I’m a lipstick girl too. MAC Ruby Woo  and NARS Heat Wave  are my favorites. On the rare occasion I want to go with something less bright, I have really been enjoying Korres Lip Butter in Wild Rose.  It moisturizes, adds a little color, and feels so soft. I’ve become more obsessed with skincare too as I’ve gotten older. Some of my favorite products right now: Coconut oil for my face and body, the stuff is pure magic…for like everything. Skin, diaper rash, sore nipples, you name it. My Konjac facial sponge . I had my first encounter with this natural sponge a few months ago, and I couldn’t believe how smooth and soft it made my skin. It’s only $10, and I hear it stands up to the Clarisonic! Win! Aesop parsley seed cleansing masque- pair this with your konjac sponge and your skin will be as soft as a newborns.

4. OLO scents are so lovely. They are locally made and the scents remind me so much of Portland.

5. As far as shoes go, clogs (No.6, Hasbeens, many of which I find marked down either on ebay or amazon) Saltwaters, or booties (Hasbeens, Frye, Dieppa Restrepo, again, on deep sale or ebay usually) are always on my feet.

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For more of Amber’s impeccable style and the adventures of the fantastic Eleanor, visit her at www.amberchristopher.com.

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 The gorgeous photos in this post are by Alyssa Elliot  http://alyssaelliottphotography.com

Jun 222014 Posted in Dear Beautiful Girl17 Responses

Dear Beautiful Girl – California

Dear Beautiful Girl-

My grandmother’s hands are holding your hands are holding my mother’s hands are holding my own.

California is a wrecking place for me, but long before the ghosts that haunt these highways and doorways and skies took up residence, it was a building place, and this landscape will always be part of me – and because it is of me, of you also.  Though I have tried to shake off California and leave it behind me, though I have painted Portland on my skin and woven it into my hair and my soul and made it ours, my childhood still lives in the smell of eucalyptus and the sweat of long summers and the swish pound constant always of the birthing breaking sea.

I hate and adore this place.  I need it.  I am California, or perhaps we are each other.

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You, beautiful girl, you need the chance to make your own footprints on the places your mother skipped and ran and grew.  The deep welling in my stomach that accompanies our return to California shouldn’t starve you of the wonder of found seashells and the joy of my girlhood here and my grandfather’s lessons still echoing in the branches, fading but waiting if I show you where to listen.  I want to tell you only the best stories, but you deserve the whole truth, and the mistakes and the running and the regret and the sweet healing passage of time will be yours to discover as you grow here, as I grew here, in summers and Christmases and long books and sand in your shoes.

Home, my love, isn’t a place.  Home is a collaboration, an intimate collection of beating hearts and adventures and skin and brick and meals eaten and hands held.  Home will flex and change and narrow and grow – bits of it will chip away, arms that held you will become holy memories that you carry, walls that contained you will burn or fall or belong to someone else.  Words will become echoes, seedlings will root and grow and tower and fall, and home will still be a thing we are building, you and your loved ones and your Maker, and also my grandmother’s hands which are holding your hands are holding my mother’s hands are holding my own.

Home is a thing that travels, tiny beautiful girl, that you carry with you and tend and protect and nurture, a thing that in turn will tend and nurture and protect and carry you.  The ghosts and the laughter and the loss and the wonder – they are the building blocks.  The soil and water.  The bread and wine.

We will tuck the smallest pieces of home into seashells, whispering them deep in with the ocean sound and the salt smell and I will put one in your pocket, just in case.  I will tell you my stories, that you might know where you came from.  I will tell you my secrets, and remind you always whose we are.

Girl of Cardigan

Jun 022014 Posted in The Friends, Wear Your Baby13 Responses

Home – A Unicornio Heron Review

Before we begin, there are two things you need to know about me.  The first is that my wild, sleeve-worn emotions are extremely susceptible to tactile and aesthetic influence – in plainer terms, pretty soft things make me feel all the feelings, usually to a fairly ridiculous degree.  The second is that I am usually not the greatest patriot.  Grateful, yes, but passionate, eh, not so much.

There’s a gorgeous woman at our church who came here, years and years ago, from Africa, leaving behind family and babies and stories I will never hear.  One morning, as I was wrapping Fable, she looked at me with tears in her eyes.  ”I love this,” she told me, “This is how I carried my babies.  I love this.  I feel my home.”

This is what babywearing has been to me – a chord of motherhood, something ancient and true that ties me to mothers all over the world.  Learning to wrap my daughter has been a grounding force for me, and learning the feel and weave and artistry of the pieces of cloth I use to wrap her has fed the glutton in my soul that craves fiber at her fingertips, the drape of a well-chosen yarn, the calming presence of pattern and beauty and art the bends and snuggles and holds.

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Unicornio Heron* arrived today, and I loved it immediately, and this is why:

Right out of the box, there is something deeply familiar about this wrap.   Heron is your most loved pair of jeans – the ones you’ve worn nearly threadbare around the pockets, the ones with the perfect balance of stretch and structure and memory, the ones that you can’t replace because they’ve become softer than any others ever will.  There’s something in this wrap of that day I spent by the river holding someone’s hand, along with a splash of seawater, a firework, a faded photograph of the 4th of July.  I sat and I held Heron and immediately craved summer, maybe baseball, definitely apple pie.  Though I hate to call something so lovely an ugly word like “beater,” this is clearly a wrap that wants to go places – long hikes and weekend camping trips and beach days and fairgrounds and neighborhood potlucks.  This wrap belongs bunched in the corner of a picnic blanket or swinging as a hammock in a late summer backyard.

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One wash in, Heron is that sweatshirt you borrowed from your high school boyfriend – homey and comfortable and soft enough to be the only thing you want to wear.  Of course, it’s less like your high school boyfriend’s sweatshirt in that you desperately want to wrap your toddler in it, and when you do she spends the tedious-and-usually-loudly-protested minutes it takes you to take shameless selfies for the internet counting whimsical bunnies and birds and saying “Hi dog!” to all the unicorns.  She’s light on your shoulders, and it’s wearing the heat well, and oh but oh that perfect Pavo stretch… thinner and lighter than my other Form wraps, the passes glide smoothly and sit snuggly where they landed, and it tightens and adjusts like a dream.

Ask me about Heron, and I’ll tell you it’s a little bit country.  It’s a Bonnie Raitt song and a ride in someone’s truck and a good pair of boots, but also the stories your grandmother told you of her home in the Sierra Madre de Chiapas, and the stories my grandmother heard of tapestries and kings and fantastical creatures.  And isn’t that the very stuff that makes us beautiful, this juxtaposition of marvelous things?  That’s a whole lot of wonderful for one wrap.

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Unicornio Heron arrived today, and I loved it immediately, and it made my texture-loving-geeky-artist heart thump around, but even more than that, it reminded me how much I love this country.  Heron showed up, the most charming, soft and lovely patriot, and made me feel my home.

Who would have thought?

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*Unicornio Heron is a woven wrap from Pavo Textiles’ Form line.  For more wovens available from this line, visit www.pavoform.com.  If you’re interested in finding this exact wrap, well, email me and I’ll tell you what I know.  Also, this review was unprompted and uncompensated.  Sometimes I just want to write about things because I love them.

May 202014 Posted in Just Words, Love16 Responses

Legacy and Roses

The house we live in now was Favorite’s before he knew me.  He bought it from the estate of the original owner, a woman named Clara, who had recently passed away.

I don’t know much about Clara.  I know she had eccentric taste in wallpaper.  I know she preferred the security of a front window that doesn’t open, and that she labeled either plants or lost pet souls with hammered metal tags, marking planting or grave sites with tall wooden posts.  I know we credit her for the way the doors of this creaky place spontaneously open, for the strange settling sounds in the hallway, for the friendly way the house moves and swells and sings.

I don’t know if she had family, don’t know if she was lonely in her aging or contented in community.  I know that, eventually, she stopped changing the wallpaper, and that, eventually, she died.

What I know for certain, though, is that she loved the feeling of her hands in the soil, that she loved to cultivate the beauty of living things.  Every spring, when the ground erupts with shoots from bulbs that she planted, when strategically ordered hydrangeas and rhododendrons and dogwood blossoms begin to dance their colors in turn across the yard, I know that they are here by her design, an artistic echo, a legacy continuing on seasonal repeat.  I know that when my table is ripe with the fragrance of her roses, I remember her and whisper her name.

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Legacy.  How easy it is for us to get lost in the bigness of that word, in the depth of the things we have not done, in the grandeur of the things we wish to do.  How quick we are to believe that only the most obvious successes are important, that somehow the weight of our lives can only be measured by the sum of our awards and accolades and careers and contributions to science.  As though any of us are capable of more than just a series of small, raw, stumbling steps, as many of them ugly as beautiful, some of them leading to remarkable places, others just leading us steadily home.

It’s easy to forget, when the days stretch long and the dishes are many and our lives seem small and insignificant, that we are valued pieces of a winding, ancient story.  Our smallest contributions, our passions, our designed and designated loves – the dirt under our fingernails – the marks of these things stay.  Their echoes bloom in season.  Their purpose is revealed in time.

Bleed legacy into flowerbeds.  Use your time wisely.  Leave marks.

Plant roses.

Girl of Cardigan

May 072014 Posted in The City, The MotherHood13 Responses

The Secret to Spring

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Portland has taught me the secret to spring.

Spring in Portland is a fickle, lovely, dubious thing, here and gone again within the week, within the day, within the hour.  Sun follows rain follows hail follows thunder follows sun and rain and all again, and to love it well, we must learn to sink into the rhythm.

So we cultivate flexible spirits and grow spur-of-the-moment hearts and practice the art of leaping for joy in the sunspots, of running out the door the moment the rain stops and splashing through puddles and singing spring melodies.  We plant flowers and foods that need the wet and the shadows as much as the sunlight and through them we learn to thank the skies for breaking open and ruining our plans again and again and still and probably tomorrow.

Spring has taught me the secret to toddlers.

She is a Portland spring, all daybreak and heartbreak and sudden violent storms of wet, wanting tears, here and gone again within the week, within the day, within the hour.  Smiles follow screams follow snuggles follow anger follows new words follow new bruises and screams and snuggles and all again, and to love her well, I must learn to sink into the rhythm.

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So I cultivate a peaceful spirit and grow thick mama skin and practice the art of celebrating her laugh in the sunspots, of dancing wildly around the living room to stop the crying and embracing the slowness of toddling-step journeys and inhaling the top of her newly-bonked head that smells of hard-growing and peanut butter and love.  We build trust and we learn each other in the wet and the shadows as much as the sunlight, and through this we learn to thank our hearts for breaking open and ruining our plans again and again and still and probably tomorrow.

My toddler has reminded me of the secret to birth.

Because labor is a Portland spring, all becoming and promise and the steady onslaught of storms, one after the other, locked into the rhythms of breath and heart and blood.  Pain follows rest follows pain follows joy follows pain and rest and joy all again, and to survive it well, we must learn to sink into the rhythm.

So we harness our breath and take deep, stubborn sleeps in the pauses between surges and practice the art of being just here and here only, of removing fear from pain, of release and opening and the joy of love coming.  We trust and we pray and we learn to thank the pain for bringing life, thank the life for bringing joy, thank the giver of all things for the rhythm and our bodies for breaking open and changing everything again and again and still and probably tomorrow.

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Portland has taught me the secret to spring.

I will lean into her toddler weight on my back and her breath in my ear as we journey out between downpours, rain-booted and heart-open into a world that is always giving birth, that is always being born.

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The images in this post are by my new friend Ashley, who is challenging her subjects to allow her to capture their honest, messy, flawed and lovely actual lives.  I adore the idea, and the images that came from our day with her (I’ll be sharing many more of them in weeks to come).  For more of her gorgeous work, or to get an early look at the rest of our shoot, visit www.weenoblog.com

Apr 242014 Posted in Mom Jeans1 Response

Mom Jeans – Notes from Kate

Mom Jeans is a collection of thoughts on personal style from mothers of young children all around the world. Some are fashionistas, some would call themselves the furthest thing from fashionable – all of them are wildly beautiful, and all of them inspire me. Enjoy!

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My name is Kate Wilson. I am married to Brent and we live, with our daughter Eden, in a tiny town in Kentucky that is known only for our restaurants and antique malls. Which are both fabulous. I am a full-time wife and mom, and we keep very busy with our church where my husband serves on staff full time loving on the students.

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I would define my personal style as Southern Casual. I like to be comfortable – especially as I chase our little 8 month mover around every where we go. I would also monogram anything if it would sit still long enough. The more comfortable I can be the better – then I just throw on a string of pearls and we are off.

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Since having Eden it has been a challenge to maintain my personal style while considering that everything I wear has to be easy enough to feed her through out the day. I have also had to make sure that my entire out fit can be thrown in the washing machine at a moment’s notice when the spit up marathons take place.

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I have found some great go-tos since Eden has been in our lives! One of my favorites is cardigans. And more cardigans. J.Crew has my favorite line of cardigans. They are comfortable, adorable, and well made so they last through the tugging and the pulling and the unfathomable amount of washing.

A little gem that I found a few months after having Eden are these fantastic Chubby Stick Shadow Tint from Clinique Eyes. They are a little pricy, but the time they save not having to use those tiny little brushes that spray eye shadow all in your eyebrows is well-worth it. They also last all day long. So by the time Brent comes home I at least know my eye make-up looks intact!

My go-to shoes for almost any outfit are Toms. They come in so many fun colors and styles, you can add them to most outfits and it brightens up these cold winter days!

I just don’t feel ready to face the day without [a cup of coffee] some dangle earrings from Ann Taylor Loft.   They are always a nice addition to the comfortable cardigan look. And they usually run some great sales on their earrings so it is easy to pick up a few pairs at a time.

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For more of Kate’s sweet Southern style, visit her at glamourthat.wordpress.com

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Apr 162014 Posted in Dear Beautiful Girl11 Responses

Dear Beautiful Girl – Hashtag Starbucks

Dear Beautiful Girl -

“Dadadadadadada,” you say, charging the window with those eager baby wobble legs,  scaling the couch with notable skill and something almost like grace, turning back to grin widely at me as you point a chubby finger at Fave’s blue Volvo pulling up.

“Dadadadadadada.”

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How proud you are to know a name, to have a sound to put to a face that links up brain sparks and heart leaps and tongue twistings and sends them shooting out into the air for me to hear and understand.  What a miracle, these little connections, this massive leap.

“Mama.  Mmmmmmama.”

Something I couldn’t possibly love more about you is the way your baby babbles sound so distinctly perfectly like words you aren’t really trying to say.

“Are you ready to go?” I ask.  ”Putin.  Putin.  Baba button icing wardrobe Putin.”  No more mornings with Jon Stewart for you, savvy girl.

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“Starbucks!” you accuse a flock of geese as we pass them.  ”Starbucks button button!  Motto!  Farce!”

How I will miss the nonsense of these strangely sensible sounds, when your tongue and your mind sort things out and talking becomes just another thing that you do, and listening becomes a privilege that I remind myself of in my rougher moments.

“You, little girl, are my very best of things,” I whisper.

“Starbucks,” you assure me, “Hashtag starbucks.”

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And so we go.

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The images in this post are by my new friend Ashley, who is challenging her subjects to allow her to capture their honest, messy, flawed and lovely actual lives.  I adore the idea, and the images that came from our day with her (I’ll be sharing many more of them in weeks to come).  For more of her gorgeous work, or to get an early look at the rest of our shoot, visit www.weenoblog.com

Apr 052014 Posted in Just Words5 Responses

Photographs and Memories

I just received an incredible gift in the mail from my friends Shane and Tia of Images by Brant, who were guests at our wedding three years ago.  Today, a disc arrived from those sneaky wonderful folks, full of lovely, perfect, grainy black and white captures that I’ve never seen before, and they make me feel like I’m looking at something magical and ancient and precious, and I’m crying all over the place, and so grateful, and I wanted to show them to you.

What a gift to have a memory augmented long after the fact.  Lovely, lovely, that.

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Shane and Tia – thank you.

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Apr 042014 Posted in Read Along5 Responses

Spring/Summer Read Along – Beautiful Ruins Halfway Chat

Confession: I finished the book.

But this is not a finished book review.  This is a halfway through book chat, and a chat needs you.  Here are my thoughts to start us off:

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Story: I adore the setting of this novel – I want to be there.  But I’ll admit that this book is slow to grab me.  I enjoyed the read, but found it easy to put it down and walk away – never quite got sucked in.  I tend to love stories that jump around between characters and time periods, but for some reason, this device in this story is keeping me from diving all the way in.  That said, the time period, the setting, the charmingly screwed up characters – swoon.  I want to vacation in this book immediately.

Characters: I love Pasquale.  Love him.  Love the way his name sounds when I say it out loud (who knows if I’m saying it correctly :) ), love his humanity, love that he’s written with some pretty massive baggage and flaws but still reads as noble.  I dig him.  I find myself routing for Claire, just because I want to grab coffee and a bagel with her, and I adore the visual in my mind of Michael Deane, both past and present – Hollywood in all its young ambition and terrifying resistance to age.

Here are my questions for you, and I’ll chime in in the comments:

What is the moment you first connected with the story?  Why?

Which thread is most compelling to you?  Which character’s voice are you hoping to find when you turn the page?

Which thread could you do without?  I find that I don’t care about Burton much, for example, but I dig Shane and his Donner story thread.

What do you love?  What’s getting on your nerves?

Which character do you connect with personally?  Why?

On a scale of 1-5, how many stars would you give this book so far?  I’m a solid 3 all the way through, but you don’t have to agree with me one little bit.

Leave your thoughts in the comments below – if they don’t show up, shoot me an email at girlofcardigan@gmail.com and I’ll go save you from the spam filter.

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