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#haikuhive #haikuaday #journalingprompts @TheBookHippie

#frostedsilence
To me, this qualifies as much as DIE HARD does for a Christmas movie. 🩶🤍🖤

Looks of frosted silence.
Then memories of Paris.
“Here's lookin' at you, kid.“

#coverstories
#shoes

@Eggs
@Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks

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#ThreeListThursday #tlt

I got so excited reading everyone else's posts that I forgot to post mine! I chose my three favorites. In fact, they're in my top 10 of all time!
In no particular order:
1. CASABLANCA: “Louis, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.“
2. GONE WITH THE WIND: “After all, tomorrow is another day.“
3. REBECCA: “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.“

Thanks to all who played! 🍿❣️📽️

This book gets high praise in the Netherlands but I didn‘t like it at all. A parade of northern African people travel between Amsterdam and Paris where all of them live and meet and tell stories. Because there are so many of them it all feels kind of disconnected . So after 50%, I bailed.

#tlt #threelistthursday Thanks @TheSpineView for the tag!

1) Ingrid Bergman (isn‘t Casablanca the best??)
2) Maggie Smith (ahhh, Downton Abbey)
3) Elizabeth Taylor (those violet eyes, I loved her in National Velvet; and my grandpa met her when he changed her tire when she had a flat in Marfa, Texas when she was filming Giant. She went on to bigger and better things and Grandpa did, too. He eventually became mayor of Marfa. 😊

#AutumnPlease #scarf Ingrid Bergman was just iconic in Casablanca. The scarf with the white coat is stunning. I live in Az. Love scarves but unless I travel to cooler climates in the fall or winter , no cause to wear them.I still have a collection of them though.

First Novel of the year!

You read a book written in the 2nd person POV about a woman who travels to Morocco and promptly has her passport and credit cards stolen. You watch her make a series of bizarre and nonsensical choices which you eventually (sort of) come to understand, but the whole thing really doesn‘t work and probably should have been reworked. You wonder if you‘ll ever read the author again (you probably won‘t).

But where do movies get it from, do you know?

They get it from real life. The problem is that those sons of bitches who write the stories, they don't tell you where it leads in the end. ... Because if they tell you what comes next, you won't go see their shitty movie.

So we brought him back to the house, where he spent the day sitting in the corner of the two mattresses in the living room awaiting his death in front of the TV. I don't think he could see the screen anymore. It's possible he couldn't tell the difference between the images and the zellige Mouy used to cover the walls. A beautiful zellige, blue with orange, green, and white.