Category Archives: Reading

Yummy, Happy

Posted on 01/01/2012 by chick

Poirot speaking to Ariadne Oliver in Third Girl: One day you rang me up. I was in distress. Yes, I admit it, I was in distress. Something extremely painful had been said to me. You, madame were kindness itself. You … Continue reading →

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Reading in 2011

Posted on 12/31/2011 by chick

Well, we made it through another year. We loved, we laughed, and just as importantly, we read. My reading tally for the year was a rather paltry 36, but I had a baby and so my reading time was once … Continue reading →

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Happy Christmas Thought

Posted on 12/25/2011 by chick

My Christmas Eve and Christmas were very good this year. I did not once think of killing anyone, but I guess some people aren’t so lucky. Said Poirot, The result of pretending to be a more amiable, a more forgiving, … Continue reading →

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Christmas Is on the Way!

Posted on 12/11/2011 by chick

I’m getting ready for Christmas with this holiday Poirot quote. You have said that Christmas is a season of good cheer. That means, does it not, a lot of eating and drinking? It means, in fact, the overeating! And with … Continue reading →

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Jigsaw Puzzling

Posted on 12/04/2011 by chick

At Hercule Poirot’s elbow was a tisane prepared for him by George. He sipped at it and thought. He thought in a certain way peculiar to himself. It was the technique of a man who selected thoughts as one might … Continue reading →

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True to Form

Posted on 11/27/2011 by chick

I think Poirot was probably right when he said, There are not so many round pegs in square holes as one might think. Most people, in spite of what they tell you, choose the occupations that they secretly desire. You … Continue reading →

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Mommies Would Write

Posted on 11/21/2011 by chick

Sometimes I don’t know which is worse—being forced out of bed to take care of a screaming Livia at 4:00 a.m. and then having several hours of time for reading and writing, or being allowed to sleep until 7:00 a.m. … Continue reading →

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Hmph

Posted on 11/20/2011 by chick

“It is true that America is the country of progress,” agreed Poirot. There is much that I admire about Americans. Only—I am perhaps old-fashioned—but me, I find the American woman less charming than my own country-women. The French or Belgian … Continue reading →

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Mixed-Up Memories

Posted on 11/13/2011 by chick

“But you know, my dear,” said Poirot gently, “people are never like what you remember them. You make them, as the years go by, more and more the way you wish them to be, and as you think you remember … Continue reading →

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I Just Can’t Help Myself

Posted on 11/08/2011 by chick

OK, I know I said I wasn’t going to do regular book reviews, but it really bothers me to grade a book without saying why I gave it that grade. So, I’m going to do a brief round-up of the … Continue reading →

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