The European Reading Challenge
January 1, 2017 to January 31, 2018
January 1, 2017 to January 31, 2018
Tour Europe through books. And have a chance to win a prize. Please join us for the Grand Tour!
I lay back in bed recovering from knee surgery with my knee hooked up to a cooling pad. I leaned back on the pillows, Missy Higgins singing oon the player, and closed my eyes as the music carried me back to the beach of the Tasman Sea in Punakaiki, New Zealand . . .

Never one to dote on my looks or femininity, I see myself now, rough around the edges and more at home in myself in the wild than packaged and polished back in the city. The soles of my feet are as tough as the soles of my moccasins.


On the lower berth of the maple bunk bed, my younger sister sobs in bursts and spurts.
One there was a woman who, through strange and random circumstances, jost her job. She took it hard, as might be expected, for she was down on her luck anyway.

Once upon a time there was a cat-burglar who worked assiduously to improve her technique of robbing houses and apartments.

She thought back to the cold, the water, and tried to remember what had happened. An image began to poke its way through the cotton balls clogging her brain.

At age eighteen, in 1974, Yvonne sets out to build a home from trees on eighty acres she’s bought on an Oregon mountainside. Log by log she creates a cabin and heals from an orphaned past, finding a new family in the forest and with people in a valley named John Day. This true story of one woman’s survival in the wilderness puts an honest and gritty face on the fantasy of living alone in the forest. Readers of My Side of the Mountain and Wild—and fans of Pilgrim at Tinker Creek and Walden alike—will eagerly follow along on the journey through this candid, revealing account. Babe in the Woods includes original artwork and ledgers, further authenticating the construction of this three-story log cabin built by hand from trees on land Yvonne still owns today. It is the first in a three-book series about her relationship with woodsy things in a place of risk and isolation but also peace, quiet beauty, and repose.

Tess hung up the phone and fought against an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. She wasn't willing to accept her inability to help, to do something.
They're at the bottom, inspecting Aisha's body. They're definitely not human.

There was this one time I sold my soul to the devil.

After a couple Bloody Marys, you're almost cute.-- Bloody Marys: Sanguine Solutions for a Slew of Situations by Judy Bennett. This is a very funny book, filled with reminiscences, girlfriendly advice, and recipes for every kind of Bloody Mary you can think of. It's a lot of fun.

And at that moment the school shook again. Suddenly, I found myself on the floor as a series of groans and crashes came from up and down the hallway.The Drake Equation by Bart King, author of the wildly popular nonfiction book, The Big Book of Boy Stuff.



Imagine it's the middle of the night.
And you're way out in the wilderness.


It occurred to to me that few civilians knew what it might be like to manage the intricacies of a marriage and a family while on their own for a year. These spouses weren't simply separated; they were separated while one of them faced life-threatening situations, every day, far across the world.