but it was not the best thing about the book club.
The best thing was being with each other.
Listening to opinions.
Talking and laughing.
Here is the summary for Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs from Quirk Publishing:
A mysterious island.... An abandoned orphanage.... A strange collection of very curious photographs.
It all waits to be discovered in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, an unforgettable novel that mixes fiction and photography in a thrilling reading experience.
As our story opens, a horrific family tragedy sets sixteen-year-old Jacob journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. As Jacob explores its abandoned bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that the children were more than just peculiar. They may have been dangerous. They may have been quarantined on a deserted island for good reason. And somehow—impossible though it seems—they may still be alive.
A spine-tingling fantasy illustrated with haunting vintage photography, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children will delight adults, teens, and anyone who relishes an adventure in the shadows.
I mean, I saw it around me and I tried to grasp onto it, but it just kept escaping.
Over and over.
This year, I am making a conscious effort to hold onto it.
I am a joy seeker.
Tonight on facebook my friend Rock said he loved the sound of his mother laughing.
That is a beautiful sound, isn't it?
It prompted me to find this little snippet from Erma Bombeck that I have always loved:
“When God Created Mothers"
When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of "overtime" when the angel appeared and said. "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."And God said, "Have you read the specs on this order?" She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands." The angel shook her head slowly and said. "Six pairs of hands.... no way."It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God remarked, "it's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. God nodded.One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word. "God," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest tomorrow...."I can't," said God, "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick...can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger...and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.But tough!" said God excitedly. "You can imagine what this mother can do or endure." "Can it think?" "Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model. "It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."What's it for?"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."You are a genius, " said the angel.Somberly, God said, "I didn't put it there.” ―Erma Bombeck,When God Created Mothers
Go and hug your Mama today. If God has already taken her from Earth, find someone else that could use a hug. Spread love. Spread joy.