As some of you know I have an extensive collection of old books–the pic above is only one shelf of four. 😂. They are so beautiful, and the ones I’ve read have stayed with me for years, so I started a little Instagram blog called, ‘Books and Lost Stories.’
I recently got a book deal so I’m amping up my social media game. I’m not a natural at it. I hate the idea of promoting myself, but I do have things to say and things to share which I think will brighten the world and inspire those who might feel lost sometimes. So I’m forcing myself to get out of my comfort zone.
I share each post of my books on WordPress just to spread the inspiration. I’ve been at it for a week, so far I have 31 followers–womp, womp. But I’m happy for the 31! Come follow me there! Instagram is a great way to get a (somewhat) real sense of who a person is behind the words and obscure photos. I always follow anyone who follows me. Thank you!!
🇺🇸 On a day just like today,
though the sky was bright,
clear, and blue,
I present to you this
truth in one, Andre Malraux.
⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️A story about a communist prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp in the days leading up to World War II. Mostly it contains the protagonist’s rambling thoughts and efforts to not to go mad. Though I read it a couple years ago I remember enjoying it.
Pictured is the 1936 edition. The inscription indicates a brother giving this as a gift to his brother, or perhaps he’s a theologian, who seems to be going on a long journey. “Come back sober,” he writes.
Yes, I think we should all come back sober, like we did that day. We came back sober to our homes, to our radios, and television sets, but today as we do so, we come back with gratitude. .
In memory of the 9/11 victims. 💕 🇺🇸 #usa
Funny story: I’m a bit naive—truth be told. I thought this was a real memoir for like 150 pages, because a lot of my books I read blind, so I had no background on this beforehand. It wasn’t until I retold some of the stories from the book to my husband, and he looked at me and said, “Yeah, that’s not real. It sounds spectacularly made up.” After that this book lost its luster for me and became—what it was probably meant for—an adventure story for little boys. In my defense the account looks real. Even the subtitle is long winded which was the style in 1700’s book publishing. And the writing style is exactly what would be expected in an 18th century memoir. It reminded me of Defoe’s Moll Flanders (and just as sexy and juvenile). 💃
Though at one time publishers thought this was a real account, it has since been proven otherwise. The publishers, Simon and Schuster express their skepticism, “We sincerely hope this is a genuine document…
…On the other hand, it does seem too good to be true.”
This copy was published in 1954 and is in excellent condition.
Oil on Canvas by Aleksandar V. Mojovic, 2005 Florence, Italy