Library Notes
December 5, 2003
By Pansy Hundley, Librarian.
Alright, I want to know how many of you out there are gobbling? Turkey-Day has come and gone again, and the turkey population is greatly reduced. Bound to be.
I did not have the world's greatest Thanksgiving this year. Suzanne and Cheyenne came down on Wednesday and we planned to eat with my sister, Macky, in Allen.
Just as they arrived in Farmersville, Cheyenne started throwing up, with absolutely no warning. He had complained about his stomach hurting a couple of times and that was all. He managed to throw up all over himself, his clothes, in his car seat and Dazy dog, who was riding in the floor board.
So, while Suzie proceeded to try and clean him up, I got a bucket of water and an old towel and proceeded to clean the car and his car seat.
Dazy got a half-bath, which she did not appreciate one bit. Chey got dry clothes, the car seat liner got washed and in about two hours he was sick again. But we were ready then. The bowl was at hand.
We figured a 24-hour "bug". At 1:30 AM he was sick for the last time and felt bad when we got up on Thursday morning. I called my sister and told her that we would not be there. There were to be about six or eight young grandchildren at her house and we did not want to take them all a virus.
However, by about 1:00 PM, Cheyenne was feeling so much better and running around, playing, we decided to go on down.
I called Macky. They were just about to eat and everyone was still there. We got ourselves ready and drove down. We got to still eat turkey and dressing, we two. Chey's stomach said "You better not send that down here, or I'll send it back.!" Some of the family had left by then and another left as we came in. We had a belated Thanksgiving dinner. But Cheyenne was much better, and that alone was to be thankful for.
Suzie and Chey went home late Saturday afternoon, after I cooked Suz enchiladas and her favorite chocolate pie. And sent some home to eat after she drove for about four hours.
Then just after they left, the "bug" hit me a little bit. I didn't get as sick as Chey, but I was so nauseous by 10:00PM, when I went to bed, I was afraid the next morning would find me, losing my breakfast before I ate it. But, I didn't Just belt bad for three or four days. At least Suzie didn't get sick with it, and that was very good.
That's my eventful Thanksgiving. But it could have been much worse. And, there are so many things to be thankful for, we'll just disregard the problems and concentrate on the blessings.
This lady that I'm going to talk about this week is a new one for us. We've not had a book by her before, but this looks to be a good one. Her name is Karin Slaughter and her book is entitled "A Faint Cold Fear". Try this and see if we've not found another good writer
"Sara Linton", medical examiner (and we do like these medical examiners, don't we, such as Kay Scarpetta) in the small town of Heartsdale, Georgia, is called out to an apparent suicide on the local college campus. The mutilated body provides little in the way of clues -- and the college authorities are eager to avoid a scandal -- but for Sara and police chief Jeffrey Tolliver, things don't add up.
Two more suspicious suicides follow, and a young woman is brutally attacked. For Sara, the violence strikes far too close to home. And as Jeffrey pursues the sadistic killer, he discovers that ex-police detective Lena Adams, now a security guard on campus, may be in possession of crucial information. But, bruised and angered by her expulsion from the force, Lena seems to be barely capable of protecting herself, let alone saving the next victim…….."