I've been killing time at work, reading some of my favorite stories available on Google Books, and fell deeply into these paragraphs from Leo Tolstoy's "Albert":

All the unappreciated minutes of that time, one after another, arose before him, but not as insignificant moments of a fleeting present, but as arrested, expanding, reprobating forms ( Read more... )

 I finished a book today, and it wasn't that good.  Icy Sparks by Gwyn Hyman Rubio.  It's about a little girl with Tourette's Syndrome growing up in Kentucky in the 1950s.  Here's the review I wrote for Facebook's Visual Bookshelf and LibraryThing:

"** (two stars)

Overall, not a fan.

While I loved what little of the characters I got to know (mostly ( Read more... )