Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Debnance or Debfrance?

Bonjour! Enchanté!
Did you take a trip this summer?
Did you know that you can upload pictures
into a movie or a photo book? For free?

A photo book from Bookr:
(Turn the pages by clicking on the bottom corner of the page.)

Movie made with Windows Photo Story:
(Click on arrow to start)

I did the Hop this week.

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I will add you to my Reader and/or Follow you.

Books I Read This Week:

Sunday, June 20, 2010

J'aime Lire

                                                                                             Photo by Tigr

I'm in Paris. Believe me, for this girl from Texas, I am a long way from home. In a good way.

I'm (hopefully) reading some of the e-books I brought along on my iPad. I'm (hopefully) getting to visit one of the world's coolest bookstores, Shakespeare and Company. I'm (hopefully) getting to meet up with a group of BookCrossers from Paris. I'm (hopefully) getting to meet up with a book friend from Australia who just happens to be in Paris at the same time.

I say hopefully because I'm writing this post early. I promise to write down every adventure when I return in early July.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Vous Ne Pouvez Pas Tout Apprendre à Partir D'un Livre

Photo by Aussiegall

By this age, I should know things. I'm supposed to be the grownup.

I learned something this week. Two things, really, but they go together.

I decided to mow the lawn. I tried mowing one other time, but I ended up shearing the cap off an important drain, and I was so traumatized that I said I'd never do it again.

Then, this week, I saw my 83-year-old dad out mowing. And my petite daughter-in-law. If they can do it, I can do it, I thought.

So I tried it. I just mowed. I mowed and mowed and mowed. I thought it would take me an hour. It took me four hours. When I finished, I was hot and covered with pieces of grass, but I felt happy:  I did it. I mowed the yard.

And how did I figure out how to mow the yard? I just did it. I tried it. I missed some spots and I won't try going over a tree root again and now I know that you have to open the valve on the gas can before you add gasoline to the engine, but the thing is that I tried it and I did it.

The other thing I learned this week was French. No, I'm serious. I learned French this week. I got a school subscription to Rosetta Stone and I learned French.

Now I've been trying to learn Spanish for oh, fifteen years, and I honestly don't think I know as much Spanish as I know French now. And that's after one week.

How did I do it?  How did I learn French?  I just did it. I tried it. I practiced it over and over. I wasn't always right, but I kept doing it, over and over, and now I know a whole lot of French that I didn't know before.

Here's what I took away from these experiences:  As Nike says, Just Do It. Don't just talk about doing it. Don't just contemplate doing it. No. Just Do It. 

What does this have to do with books? Well, here's another thing I figured out this week: You can't learn everything from a book. Or, as they say in French, Vous ne pouvez pas tout apprendre √† partir d'un livre.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

What to Read? What to Read? Suggestions for a Visitor to France?

It is definite. I will be going to France this summer. Woo hoo!

Now comes a very important question:  What should I read?

I want to read books set in France. Books with French authors. Books with
French characters. Nonfiction or fiction. Good books.

So, I come to you, the greatest readers on earth. What do you recommend?
Suggestions? Ideas?

Photo by craigfinlay

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

I Am Going to Paris!

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This is really going to happen....I am going to Paris!

Not today. This summer. The end of June. A week in Paris and a week in Provence.

Here's how it came about: My sister has been to Europe several times. She is making all the arrangements. My two nieces are going with us. I love my husband, but he sees no reason to leave Alvin, much less Texas, much much less the US. So I am going to France with my sister and two nieces!

Words of advice? Bookish sites to visit? Bookstore suggestions?

Lots of books read this week, including four lovely review books sent by the publishers:  Dino-Baseball;  Poetry Speaks: Who I Am; How Lincold Learned to Read; and The Way to Stillness.