
January: The History of Sound by Ben Shattuck
February: I Cheerfully Refuse by Leif Enger
#12BooksOf2025 @TheEllieMo

January: The History of Sound by Ben Shattuck
February: I Cheerfully Refuse by Leif Enger
#12BooksOf2025 @TheEllieMo

This was adorable! It was about a boy who wanted to build a boat and found out the hardships of building one and relying on family and neighbors to help him build the boat. Wonderful illustrations.

Just in time for the 50th anniversary, The Gales of November gives a brief history of shipping in the Great Lakes region, talks about many of the crew of the Fitz and their families, and how the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald changed shipping forever.
An incredible book. As a midwesterner, I learned so much more about the Great Lakes and this legendary ship than I ever knew.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️💫 I‘m in Michigan but this wasn‘t on my radar until I happened to hear about an event with the author. The talk and book were both really interesting, weaving in context about Great Lakes shipping, the commerce and industry that drove it, the Edmund Fitzgerald itself and several members of the crew and their families, and even the making to the Gordon Lightfoot song. I learned a lot! #nfn #nonfictionnovember

#TodayILearned that taconite is low-grade sedimentary rock containing iron-bearing minerals mixed with other materials like quartz. #NFN

The Edmund Fitzgerald was overloaded by more than 1,000 tons so they could break a record. #TodayILearned #NFN

#TuesdayTunes @TieDyeDude
Yesterday was the 50th anniversary of the mysterious sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald in Lake Superior (one of the great lakes) Gordon Lightfoot has a great folk song about the sinking (The Wreck of Edmund Fitzgerald) and the tagged is on my TBR to read more about this mystery. Here is a short article about the basics:
The Edmund Fitzgerald sank in the Great Lakes 50 years ago: NPR https://share.google/BptHhPyCJOdUV0kDq
“In the canoe, the Indian smiled. Once he paused in a stroke, and rested his blade. For that instant he looked like his own Paddle. There was a song in his heart. It crept to his lips, but only the water and the wind could hear.“