How to Find That Book You've Spent Years Looking For
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I do remember loving the story so much and would love to get my hands on it again after all these years to read with my own children! If anyone can help I'd be forever grateful!! Has anyone heard of this story? I can't remember BIG details but its a girl and her best friend who want to train to become soldiers for their town? And there also exist healing magic that everyone looks down upon.
She visits a healing doctor in which she becomes somewhat interested in magic. I believe this magic involves talking to plants. The cover of the book, the print is a girl holding a leaf to her chest. The hard copy of the book is just a brown book with the outline of a leaf in gold. The cover is white and has a drawing of 2 girls meeting in the middle of the book at the waist and are opposite to each other horizontally. One girl has long blonde hair and is an Elf and the other girl I think has brown hair.
It is probably a teen novel.
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This boy found a book or a box of some sort that allowed him to go to this like spirit world. There he learned about this prophecy that he was involved in. Come to realize it was him and his sister that were needed to defeat the evil immortal.
I think the sister had this blossoming relationship with one of the knowledge immortals or something like that.
I have a hard time remembering the author, titke, and basic ploy of the book but I would really love to read the series again. I think it was like 3 or 4 books. Its about a boy that was born and mother was killed while he was young. A man took him in and raised him. He grew up and had powers many people in the book have a particular power but most keep secret. He gets arrested and has to help a King's youngest son get landed or face execution.
One of the King's advisors is also someone with powers and is trying to kill and take all other powers from those that have them. This is a fantasy series and for the life of me cant remember the name or author. Hero and heroine are in love and heroine becomes pregnant. Hero's father tries to pay her off.
So heroine leaves hero and have the baby. The author I believe is a native American, and the book is very complex I didn't get far enough to find the underlying plot.
How to Find That Book You've Spent Years Looking For
It's filled with underworlds and corrupt cops and murder and there's a scene where children are in hell and helping each other survive while a corrupt god tortures them. In the scene with the kids in the beggining of the book, they escape from the back of a cop car and run for hours while they're epoxied zombies bodies fall apart.
The book bounces around a timeline and different settings, making it like a puzzle. There's a scene where the cop talks about how his dad would show him a crop circle or something which led to the underworld, and another scene where they find the pieces of children sewed together in the back of a native Americans car that the cops framed or something.
It sounds fucked up but it's a great book and it's been years and I am unable to find it. I thought I'd take a shot and ask around. I don't believe it's a very famous author. And the cop had took a young girl to prom and killed her. The cop could smell a storm coming. It's about a woman who is in a relation ship with a singer, but they fell apart because she fell in love with another man. That was a culture shock. I was out of my comfort zone, viewed with suspicion, then it falls to you to say, 'OK, what are you going to do about it?
By the time I left, it was one of the biggest club nights, and when I started there wasn't anything like it. Again, it reinforced that message — just unapologetically do your own thing. Zadie Smith says, 'Where I want to be in my writing is to take words like British and woman and black, and just stretch them big enough so I can live inside them.
Amazing book, isn't it? It was the first time I read a book and thought I love something so much I'm going to pick up the phone and find out who's got the rights. But for Changez it's even more extreme than it was for me. I realised late in my adolescence that you've got to embrace that confusion as an artist.
It can lead you to being the odd one out, but that's amazing. I have to cultivate those different things. How did we get to that? He shakes his head. But it's very tongue in cheek. Bandwagons roll through our lives. I'm curious whether he went looking for such roles, or directors sought him out. Does he bristle when people like me say it has? There is a woman next to us with a baby, and she leans over. Listen, if he starts bullying me, you can knock him out. I've seen more than two of your films, I say.
But you've cherrypicked the projects to fit the preconceived lines of your interview. We were halfway across this, what seemed to me an interminably wide creek, that normally was a dry bed, but in this rolling water was certainly not. The wheels on one side of the car sank just instantly. And my father walked us all back to the bank, putting each foot down and finding firm ground, back to the house. The car went completely under. So those are very vivid memories that I remember. I remember very vividly hearing about the crash of '29 and recently, just shortly before I left the paper, on the 50th anniversary of the crash ofI did a story for the paper on that because we didn't have radio out there, but the news came to the school.
Incidentally, my mother would not let me go to school in the small community where we lived. She drove me five miles to school into Memphis, Texas, because, as she said, whatever else I do, I educate my children. And she felt those were better schools. Oh, they were far better schools. The little school that I would have gone to was a two-room school with two teachers.
And all of the grades were stacked together. So she drove me into town for school and that was a hard year because the snows came and sometimes we were iced in and sometimes she had to teach me at home and we had no telephone. But she got me to school, one way or the other, she got me to school.
And there was one period of time after the car sank into the creek where she had no automobile and so she let me stay with friends for, I think it was six weeks, to get to school. In town, Memphis, so that you could get to school. In town, to get to school, so I could go to school. So, her influence was, at that time, and continues to be a—as I grew up, Mother played word games with me when we would work in the kitchen.
I was an only daughter. And as we would work in the kitchen together, she would play word games with me, and to this day I sometimes reach for her and say, "My words, my words, where are my words? Well, you are very articulate and I would say that at this point, you probably attribute some of that to your mother's influence. I attribute a lot of it because the framework that is set, you grow from there. And that framework was set very early for the words that she wanted me to use and for looking for the exact right word.
She would paint a word picture for me, and then she would say, "How do you see that? I didn't do it so much with my daughters, I wish I had, but at that time I was so busy. But I have certainly done it with my grandchildren, playing word games.
It's a nice gift. One of the women that I interviewed for my dissertation work, which we talked about yesterday, told me she was raised, I believe it was in Kansas, and her mother was a social worker and she didn't have any child care for her children, the two girls, so she would take them whenever she had to, you know, when they weren't in school, she'd take them around with her as she made her rounds as a social worker.
And this woman would recount to me how her mother would tell her stories in the car because, like Texas, there were these vast tracks of areas that she had to cover to go from one client to another. And so she would make up what she used to call the car stories. And she said her mother had this avid imagination and she would start these car stories and they would continue for days, months, even years where they'd get into the car and it's sort of like they picked up from the last chapter.
And this woman said she had one of the most wonderful memories of what otherwise would have been incredibly boring car trips over the empty Kansas plains where her mother just created pictures and stories in her mind that were just wonderful. She said, she's been forever grateful to her mother for that. I can relate to that so well.
And the influence that a mother has, I don't know about a son because I've never been a son, but the influence that Page 4 Page 5 a mother has on her daughter's life is incredible.
I have continued to interview, as I've interviewed, I did quite a series of study stories not too long ago on the mother-daughter relationship and the influence of mothers on daughters. One of my favorite subjects, Vivian. I started a book and then I got busy doing these other things and I haven't pursued that, but it's something that needs to be done because we have come through a period of time where daughters have denigrated their mothers, torn them to shreds.
Oh, Vivian, you are hitting on one of my most favorite subjects. We have got to talk about this. I've got quite a lot of information on it and I have some stuff that I published at the paper, but I never really followed through and pursued it. And I have all the academic literature on that subject. We ought to exchange— Castleberry: We've got to get together on it. One of my daughters and I, one of the most fun things that we did about five years ago, we did a program for one of the caring centers here, one of the service centers, on the mother-daughter relationship.
I did not know how she would do, that's—it's been six years, because she's the one who's been married now for six years and it was just before she married, my youngest daughter. And I chose her for two reasons. One, she had just finished her undergraduate work in sociology and had specialized in early childhood counseling. And I knew she had the academic beginnings for this.
The second reason that I chose her was that she was available. It's something I could put my finger on. But I didn't know how she would do because she'd never done anything like this. And the first time they applauded, this kid was on and she never stopped.
She did well and she really tore the skin off in places. They asked her, "Well how did you feel when you were a kid about your mother going out to work everyday? Hated every minute of it because I would get sick at school and the nurse would call to get my mother to come pick me up, and Mother would be out in the boonies covering a story somewhere and somebody else would come and get me, and I hated that.
Anyway, I want to keep this flow going. Well we'll get back to that subject another time, if not on tape, you and I will do that at lunch or something, because that is absolutely one of my favorite subjects.
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I want to look up some of my material too, because I did do quite a lot of studies on it. I would like to see some of that. Do you still have some of the articles, too, that were published in the paper?
I did a few. I did some, not near as much as I wanted to, because there is so much there. There is so much there that hasn't been explored. And you have the academic credentials to do it and I have the— Kasper: Well I have a lot of the scholarly—I have to admit, it was one of my efforts during my eight years in graduate school, not only to read, but then to collect scholarly literature and the not-so-scholarly literature on the mother-daughter bond and I have—we will just have to exchange information, that's all we'll have to do.
Yeah, we do, because through the years as I began to learn the kind of influence that mothers had on daughters, both good and bad, but far more good than bad, and that was what was not being told. That was being buried. Page 5 Page 6 So I kept looking for it. And then as I would interview prominent women, I would say to them, "What impact did your mother have on your life? Sarah Hughes, Judge Sarah Hughes, I asked her that question, and she said, "Oh, my father was far more influential on my life than my mother.
My mother was there. She was the one that sent me out. And what you're addressing, just to bring us back to where we were before, is exactly that in your own childhood. You're saying that while your father was certainly a presence and a strong influence and many of your own qualities you can identify as coming from him— Castleberry: Yeah, and he also was more, I would say, most of it came through my mother. And it was Mother that was there.
The fortunate thing was that he was there for her. And probably formed a lot of the foundation that I didn't appreciate so much at the time. But then you're saying she also transmitted his qualities and your understanding of his role to you. And because she was the extrovert, she was the one who said the things, she was the one who made the home nurturing and comfortable and loving, and although, as I now know, he was a very good scholar.
He enjoyed that and also she was a fabulous cook. And I am a good cook and that also was nurtured into me as I grew up. And because of her background in health, her early training in health— Kasper: Did she ever practice as a nurse?
She dropped out of training to marry my father and never did practice except in the neighborhood. She birthed all the babies, she was the midwife in our small country town. She did all of the things that are done in small country towns in the way of medical care. And we were, as I grew up, many miles from a doctor, and she nursed us through a lot of things that otherwise we may not—well I know I probably wouldn't have been here at all because she nursed me through diphtheria in the epidemic of—?
She nursed me through that. But she formed the shell of nurturing and caring and loving, together with an extended family that intruded constantly upon her. To get back on target, when we came back from West Texas, we came back because my father's father became ill in East Texas. Did you come back to Lindale?
We came back to LaRue, Texas. And that is a little town that my paternal grandparents founded. It also is in East Texas, and these two little towns are about fifty miles apart, but it's where my father had grown up. And my grandfather on my father's side, my grandfather Anderson, we know nothing about at all except for him. He did not know his father. We know that he has a Swedish background and that came down by word of mouth through the family.
The story is, and I have no way of checking this, I haven't gotten into that yet, so I have no way of checking this, but the story is that my paternal great grandmother married this young man who was kind of going through the community and her brothers didn't like him and ran him off right after the baby was born.
Now that's the story. I don't know whether she was pregnant out of wedlock, I have no idea what it was. But that's the story and he never knew his father at all. His mother died when he was a very young child and he was reared by old bachelor brothers. And so by the time I knew him, I remember him as kind of god's gift to humanity. He really was a very loving, wonderful man, far more than my paternal grandmother was.
My paternal grandmother never liked me. And she didn't like me because—well, she didn't like me because I was not an obedient child. To stay in chronological order, when we went back to LaRue, my grandfather had become ill and out of eight living children, my father was the only one who felt the compulsion to go home and take care of Dad in his old age.
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So we moved back. The grandparents had built a small house on the farm place for the newlyweds, which was the custom in those days. When one of the children would marry, well they usually started out in the small house that was on the family place until they could make enough money to move out.
And although my parents had never lived in that house—my parents had moved to Lindale when they married with her folks and had started that way—other children had lived in the house. But by that time all the children were grown and married and when we came back to LaRue, we moved into this little house.
It was a little four-room house on the place and my dad farmed the farm. And one of the things that my grandfather had inherited somehow in the genes was—I can't remember the name for it now. My words, my words. But he didn't raise just cotton and corn, he did everything. He had an apple orchard. He had a grape orchard. He had pear trees. It was a very productive kind of farming which was extremely unusual for that part of the country and extremely unusual for those days.
Is that not fertile farm country in East Texas? It's sandy loam and you have to fertilize to raise other things. And you also have to be careful of where you plant things. You have to—what I'm trying to say is rotating farming. And my grandfather did that. You know, he would farm cotton on the land this year, and next year he would raise tomatoes on that piece of property, so that it didn't take all the chemicals out of the soil. And he'd had no formal training in this, but he figured it out.
He had no formal training. He figured it out. And of course, then my father inherited that technique and my brothers both inherited the technique of not depleting the soil of the nutrients that were in it, and that way you let the land lie what we call fallow.
I haven't used that word in years! But they would do that and they would farm only a certain amount of the land and the next year let that lie idle and farm somewhere else. So, anyway, from that experience, when my grandfather became then really ill, we moved into the big house with them. And that's where my mother inherited things that I don't know how she inherited because she not only ran the house and looked after my father and us, the three children, but she inherited the first cousins who came in from all over the country.
They had always come to granddad's and grandmother's in the summertime, so Mother inherited that. And my grandmother was a southern lady.
My grandmother didn't do anything. She was one of those East Texas women you were describing. She was one of those East Texas women. And she mostly sat in the parlor and knitted. And I remember her with a white lace handkerchief, or a white linen handkerchief, lace trimmed. And I remember her walking the halls in the springtime when the storms would come, she would be extremely frightened.
We had this huge house with a hallway all the way down the center. On the right hand side was the parlor, a bedroom, the dining room, the kitchen and the screened-in back porch. On the other side of the house was the living room, the bedroom, the bedroom, the bedroom, the bedroom, and at the very back, the bath, that opened on to the back porch. So walking down that hall to the bathroom, and we didn't have indoor plumbing when I was a very small child, that came later.
So, my grandmother would walk to the front door and open the door and look out at the storm and cry and wring her handkerchief, and then she would turn and walk to the back door and do the same. And my father wondered why he had a child that was afraid of storms!
And the living room was one of those old-fashioned living rooms. It had a player organ in it and it had the wash stand, the old-fashioned wash stand, and it had all of the things that you read about and hear about in an old—and it was never used. It was a musky, dusty room that was used only when company came. Page 7 Page 8 Kasper: That was meant to be reserved just for guests. Not a living room in the sense of nobody lived in it.
Nobody ever lived in it.
And I had a bad habit of going in there and playing on the player piano and doing other things that children are not supposed to do. Which your grandmother did not like. My grandmother did not like that. And I also pulled her magnolia blossoms. She had two huge, gorgeous magnolia trees in the front yard. One of them is still there. I was by there recently to see it. And I would pull the magnolia blossoms and children just—well, and my grandmother was reared in an era where children were to be seen and not heard.
And on Sunday, the Baptist preacher came to dinner. We were not Baptists, but my grandmother had gotten mad at the Methodist minister somewhere along in rearing her children, and she reared half of her children in the Methodist church, and I was real fortunate, my father was one of those. And then she got mad at the Methodist minister and so she went to the Baptist church and took the rest of them—reared the rest of them in the Baptist Church.
And the town was so small that we couldn't afford a minister full-time, so the Baptists had a preacher on the first and third Sundays, and the Methodists on the fourth and second Sundays, and the kids were always glad when the fifth Sunday came 'cause we didn't have to go to church.
And my grandfather, then, when grandmother yanked up the kids and took them into the Baptist church, which was before my time, it's just a story I heard, my grandfather became as active in the Baptist church as he had been in the Methodist church and was superintendent of the Baptist Sunday school for twenty-five years. So I remember my grandfather on his knees at the front of the church.
But I also remember that he loved children and that he looked, in spite of the fact that I have inherited all of the dark complexion and dark tendencies, my grandfather looked like a Swede, the blonde, wavy hair, the blue eyes—he did. And even when he died, very young. It turned out he had cancer. But in those days, we didn't know. And he was critical before we really had it diagnosed what was wrong with him.
And during this time when he was ill and you all were living there and grandmother was sitting in the parlor, you say you're mother really ran the ship. My mother took care of everything. Was there no farm help in the house?
So she did everything. All the cooking, the cleaning. From time to time, as I grew up, there was a wonderful black woman who became very important in my life and in my mother's life, but at that period of time—but interestingly enough, it was also pretty much of an extended family.
People did things for each other. When my grandfather was very ill, people brought in food. But there also were a lot of people in the house, always. And every Sunday that the Baptist preacher was there we had him to lunch. Another thing that Mother did that grandmother didn't approve of, she fed the children first.
She fed them in the kitchen while the adults ate. And in those days, the kids all waited, you know, until the preacher had had his fill and the adults had eaten.