Last Night at the Blue Angel by Rebecca Rotert - The best thing about Last Night at the Blue Angel is that it's not formulaic in any way. For me it is a fresh story, resembling a story in an old movie more than a story in a novel. It takes place in Chicago in the 1960s, and is written in the present tense by a 10 year old girl whose single mother is hoping to hit it big as a singer. Sophia is quite precocious, but not treated that way by the adults in her life, who we know only as she knows them. Except there's a back story told by her mom that tells us who everyone is as it leads the reader to the present time. It's excellent. The Illusion of Separateness by Simon Van Booy - I read these short stories with a connection in one morning. They read backward and forward in time, and although you think you know how they connect, you really don't know how Martin and Mr. Hugo connect until the very end when it all comes full circle just as you'd hoped it would. It's existential and powerful in its simplicity and thoughtfulness.
Her Heart On Her Sleeve: I live in a suburb north of Chicago, and I read, bead, make jewelry, sew, watch TV and movies, crochet, craft, decorate, go to house and garage sales, walk and go on beach walks, listen to music, take pictures, cook and bake, read, and write about all of it on herheartonhersleeve. I have a companion blog called Jewlery by Dianne Sophia at diannesophia.blogspot.com where I write exclusively about my jewelry.
Jewelry By Dianne Sophia: I have been collecting vintage jewelry since I was a girl growing up in Detroit, and have been designing and making jewelry for 15 years. I love to work with pearls and crystals, semi-precious stones, Sterling Silver and Gold, along with vintage beads and materials. I delight in combining shape, pattern and color in new ways. I'm inspired and influenced by my travels and experiences as a reader, writer, photographer and student of life. My blog herheartonhersleeve.blogspot.com chronicles my life in art and popular culture.
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