Books: I want. I like. I bought.

I love book covers. I will buy a book based on the cover (insert joke here). I have lots of books... that I haven't read yet. I start them, but I stop because my life gets busy and I can't multi-task while reading. Eventually, they wind up on some nice espresso bookshelf where I can view them while working on some project. One day I will read them, maybe when I'm older and have more time. For now, they will be a part of my room design and inspire me to read... some day.



















I WANT. Usually, I'm attracted to book coverlets. However, these deluxe classic hardbacks are on my most wanted list. The Great Expectations & Sense and Sensibility covers are my favorite covers. I love how the designer picks a signifier that invokes a feeling within the context of the classic story. So, coming soon to espresso bookshelf near me these two clothbound series from Penguin Books Senior Cover Designer Coralie Bickford-Smith.

I LIKE. I have no idea what these are about, but at first glance I like the concept and design. What can I say, I'm a sucker for a clever cover.

I BOUGHT. Well, Kris did for one of my birthday presents. I love old books and especially color-coordinated ones. This is the 1965 Volume set of My Book House. I organize my books by color, of course. These are not pictures of my library, but what I aspire to have one day.

The Gift of Fear

Kris and I watched one of my Oprah's from last week that I tivoed. (The Show) This one that we watched was about the book, Gift of Fear. I can't blog about the entire show, but I think I'm putting the book on my must read list. So, we went to out to dinner that night still discussing the stories that were on the show. When I go to this restaurant, I always watch the waiters fixing the meals behind the glass. I don't know why, but I end up always looking over there. This night was weird though. We were talking about the Oprah show and about intuition.

I had my gaze fixed on this one man. He was helping out in the kitchen. Then he came out and removed the picture from this frame which exposed a light panel. He adjusted the lights in the restaurant to dinner lighting. He smiled and waved to everyone. He walked around asking everyone about their meals. He was the manager of the place. He didn't come to our table, but for some reason I was fixated on his movements. Couldn't tell you why, but I just was for some reason. We finished our meal, paid the bill, and went on our way.

The next morning, Kris awoke me and said, "The manager at O'Charley's has been shot late last night when they were closing." I was in shock. He was the man that my gaze was fixated on just a few hours ago. No words can explain my thoughts on Sunday morning. I pray for his family and friends. He seemed like a really nice and happy guy, even if I had only seen a glimpse of his shortened life. (The Story)