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I need to bathe and get my Father's Day card ready, for the hour drive to the city. Seeing Dad is open ended but some business I have to do closes at 4:00 PM. I can happily smell that Ron's week-end vegetarian breakfast is ready. If I don't reply to book conversation posts after I hop into the bath, I covered home and entertainment. :)

I see that it might not rain today but is likelier tomorrow, so Ron & I will do our planting and yard work today. I phoned Dad again, who is just as happy that he will see us on actual Father's Day tomorrow. Thus, I will see what you type right away. :) Also, I will be better organized with Dad's card, picking flowers, and taking digital photographs of Angel & Petal and Mom's favourite wild roses, to show Dad. Dad always wants me to give them pets "on their furry heads" and hugs for him, which is wonderful of him to say and I do it!

I am happy to awaken to all the wonderful things you wrote, dear Kerri! Thank you for saying you'll let me know if you feel like reading or doing something else when we had expected to have a book discussion: that is all I wanted.

My morning routine is looking at e-mail and Goodreads, including seeing how you are doing, so the pull to fit it in is strong even though I have a lot to do, similar to what you breezed. I am impressed with all your clothes weeding, book sorting, hook hanging, and general tidying. Add gardening and a packed library building that needs to be suitable for summer customers and I echo your to do list. If Ron saw this, he would wonder why I didn't gallop through our home and loosen our space as quickly as you did. I will get back to it after we are home. Not turning on the PC in the morning has saved a lot of time. If e-mail programs or other things won't load, I will turn to other things that need more attention and which are not time wasters.

Anyway, preferences and moods are welcome to change. I wanted to be sure you didn't think I hoped to pin anyone to discussions. I would rather concentrate in a shorter timeline, which frees us to read something else after a little break, or do things in real life. :)

I am finally going to the city, with a few important errands. There is much Ron & I need to do here in the early summer week-ends especially and we each inwardly sighed about going but I am glad Father's Day pushes me to town. It is time to see my Dad, even though I prefer we visit at home. (You know where in e-mail). I am excited about seeing him, taking care of business, and the drive with Ron generally. I hope your Dad has a great Father's Day with you and all his kids. :)

Everything you have written is so compelling to me, I am going to sit down in my housecoat, with coffee and cereal and enjoy writing back to you, Kerri! At least about the items you discussed herein. Prepareing for our day trip will be easy. Never mind taking turns: don't hesitate to add anything that occurs to you, or to reply to other things. What a treat it is, to come on and enjoy anything you have left for me and I know, vice versa.

We have had a lot of rain too, which protects us from Canada's recent forest fires elsewhere in the last few years. It has our late spring gardens sprouting beautifully as soon as the sun rises. I have gathered the pots, flowerboxes, and soil I need to do the rest: which I do at the kitchen table to avoid mosquitoes. I am in marsh and forest country! I guess New Zealand has none, because you are surrounded by ocean and probably interior lakes and fish eat the larvae. I was surprised when we drove to one of our countless lakes and Ron told me that the fish remove mosquitoes. Windy and sunny days push them away too.

I would probably have no trouble getting into “Dr. Who” but am picky about science fiction and watch so much TV, my digital recordings have become a nightly habit that usurped reading for two weeks. I only read a night! I hoped to pass your 50 books but have read nothing since reaching 45 books. I have not heard of Matt Smith, the character or actor.

I watched “Friends” reruns whenever it appeared, to savour and marvel at Matty Perry's genius and talent. Then you got me into “The Graham Norton Show”, when I learned how to use digital recording. I save “Finding Your Roots” too, which would be hard to catch otherwise. “Family Ties” will be over in a few episodes, which I watch on air on week-days.

What I am head over heels about is “The Office”, often going to bed like I did last night at 3:30 AM. I love John Krasinski, Jenna Fischer, Rainn Wilson, and Ed Helms. The new character, Pete, dating Erin is likeable too. I dreamed about it, hard to help if I fall asleep after a binge of it! It conveniently airs four episodes a day and it takes nothing at all to have a lot of them saved up. I have no interest in the British one. I found them dry and uninterested the one time I tuned in, even though I find Ricky Gervais himself absolutely funny.

I know there is a “Time Traveller's Wife” film that is somewhat recent. I hope it has a happy ending where they can live together, as I said. I will read it and if you want to pour over it together, let me know. What I would like to read with you next, when we can harmonize our schedules is the hopefully very fun “Confessions Of A Shopaholic”! I am up for fun and am enjoying this classic.

I guess I wondered if you hardly graded anything lower than three stars because I haven't seen it and visit your space daily. I don't think you were notified of numerous reviews and updates on which I sometimes comment, or you are saving a reply session like for e-mail. You post three stars more often, perhaps due to binging. I affects me, thus I set a thrice annual author limit, unless I can't help myself. We have so many favourites and such a blessed abundance of books, it is easy to read someone else, isn't it?

Grading differently is likely but I wonder, does part of your grade not come from pleasure and comparison? I love uniqueness, like things that are not written as stories, so I understand you being pleasantly surprised to appreciate the way "Moby Dick" was written. I also know you don't object to things in literature and don't penalize authors for whale death in a book on that subject. Fair point about people faring as badly. However, you do object to both in real life and could not deem them favoured reading. So my question turns to comparison. Think of your favourite stories or books in the world, treasured likely because they brought you joy and made your heart leap. Do you equal a grim, evil novel with that? If I love other novels a million times better, they can't receive the same grade. I do often remark that the five star system is unacceptable and forces parody that is untrue, especially since I find half stars nonsense. Am I right in thinking "Moby Dick" would not receive ten stars like your most uplifting favourites, with room on that scale? I definitely use three stars for novels that are not equal.

It is sweet your Uncle loved Star Trek. How long did he follow it? It began in the 1960s, went into films in 1980, and "The Next Generation" débuted in 1987. "Deep Space 9", "Voyager", "Enterprise" followed. Ron & I are sorry "Discovery" ended a few Thursdays ago. I saved all of it on DVR to watch at leisure. It was wonderful! Also wonderful but partially missed was "Picard", a sequel to "The Next Generation". Patrick Steward concludes his autobiography with the announcement of a film.

I appreciate the convenience of the DVR feature of our new account but they are terrible for wanting payment for most movies, which we will not. We would rather pay for blu-rays we keep and rewatch, with bonus content. Movies seem to be several years old before our satellite TV airs them and I seldom notice those channels. I was surprised last week to come upon "Elvis" with Austin Butler! Elvis is who our family and extended relatives loved, Kerri.

We have a passing respect for the Beatles but tired quickly of the hype for them and of their overplayed boppy, typically English sounds. Don't interpret this as a countrywide insult, remembering that tons of other English artists are my favourites: David Bowie, Elton John, Robert Palmer, Duran Duran.... I'll regain ground with you by revealing I appreciate their solo work a lot more. :) I loved many more songs by George Harrison, the Travelling Wilburys, and Ringo Starr! And of course the Beatles lasted a few eras, to produce some wonderful songs in a variety of moods. If you love them, I know it is not because you think they have to be a staple.

We are so much an Elvis household, with Uncle Fred easily being his biggest fan, that I ACTUALLY REMEMBER THE NEWS OF HIS DEATH. And Kerri, please consider that at that time, I was only 4 years-old! I was crushed when Lisa Marie died for so many reasons. I didn't know she had two little kids until I looked them up a few days ago. I do know she was only about 4 years older than me, which is far too young to go. Anyway, the movie shocked me and I am still reeling from the grim variety of things I learned. I thought it was about an unbelievable manager who got promoters used to paying Elvis high prices. I thought he helped heighten his fame, which endures today.

It was as far as possible from that. The manager tricked Elvis and his young parents into an unheard of 50% deal, to pay his gambling debts. And because "Colonel Tom Parker" was an illegal immigrant without a passport, HE PREVENTED ELVIS FROM FULFILLING HIS DREAM OF PERFORMING OVERSEAS! I am stunned to learn the King of rock & roll played nowhere outside his home country, except 3 cities in Canada, where you needed no passport between us; certainly not in 1958. I was very affected by that film, including learning that Elvis died needlessly, when he was only 42; 10 years younger than me! His dearest Mom died of stress and alcohol 10 years earlier, when "Colonel" Parker coaxed him to Germany with the army. What an extreme strategy, to avoid flack for his sexy dancing. The fat, thieving creep (played by Tom Hanks) lived to be 87, until 1997!!!!

He would have found fame without this creep. His songs, performances, and ideas were hits whenever he ignored the guy and used his creative genius. His voice is the smoothest in the world and he is always compelling. I am only heartened that he is with his beloved Mom (and Dad now) and that Lisa Marie is with them as well as her Son. I have two of Lisa's albums and saw compelling interviews with her by Oprah Winfrey. I got a good feel for her personality and beliefs. I liked her very much.

I especially value e-mail messages I can keep but it was nice that you were first to say nice things about our dear McCartney on his birthday here. You know how much we miss everyone who is not here for us to see.

I said the only other story my paperback has is "The Man Who Could Work Miracles". It is great but for lack of explanation, also received three stars. I'm not eager to read any more of HG but "The Door In The Wall" sounds exciting.

A subject our conversation includes is how ingenius it is realistically, to come up with a great idea if you could not build any detail into how it works or was manufactured, like a time machine. I could name a great plot idea but not put anything into it. We applaud HG for thinking of a time machine but he describes nothing more than its attractive seat. The flux capaciter and 200 gigawats of lightening are utterly made-up, therefore the modern year 1985 cannot be cited as an excuse for filling in its workings. Hand in hand with complete and clearly demonstrated time travel causes and effects, we can picture this made-up world and the logistics are sound to us, even though they are imaginary. I say the same of the amazing detail that goes into the Star Trek world.

HG had a great idea but is not very creative, with a cap on all the inventions and musings of his short story. He tells the simplest basics how the Eloi and Morlocks are: appearance, what they eat, where they sleep, how they behave in urgency and assigns immature black & white opposites that takes no skill. There is no other detail. We can excuse that on his short trip to 8000 England but most authors work out much more observed information than that. We cannot excuse limiting logistics to a seat and a removable lever, on a machine "a scientist" is proud to have built in his home lab, a guy who sounds like he would talk his head off with detail.

I feel that we admired HG for putting a name to a fairytale for the first time, that everyone has. As I wrote earlier, I could say in private exactly what I would improve and prevent in my world, if I knew a way that was approved by God. Whenever I hear people rave about the Beatles, I agree they are classics with some good songs but I disagree that they are "must love" for everyone and I have heard far better. Some academic called HG a classic and that reputation got passed down. It is like annoying readers boasting that they gussed who a villain was, with no concept of who - what - when - where -why. Anyone can name A, B, C in a story that only has a few options, right? The background is what makes a story or a person's clue solving ability, superficial or talented.

I was curious about what you were occupied with this week and am glad it is fun. It will take me awhile to make space for our recent book scoring triumphs.

I look forward to getting back to the conversation. Once or twice, I saved your e-mail as the ultimate treat and finished less exciting things on-line for about an hour. I started peeking, after finding it was only a few lines. ;) I do appreciate a word, if you have things to attend to. In Manitoba, we understand summer is to be savoured and go outside as much as we can.

Maybe my goal has not been clear with you & Shirin, so I will reassure you I don't want to stick to a subject. My hope is we meet when we are free to talk constantly while a book is fresh and finish sooner. When our commitment is short, we will soon do other things afterwards. A relative visiting is special and maybe unexpected, so small updates are understood at that time. When friends are obviously blowing through other books but hardly adding to a conversation, I don't feel like we are focusing and finishing as briefly as we can be.

I respect preferences and always ask "when are you free": is this when you can constantly post for about a week? Once or twice a day, dwindling to fewer posts, is what I aim for. You are the most respectful person, so you must have thought you told me you wanted to switch to TV books, which would be okay. You did not: it was baffling to see 20 books after the Anne Perry one! I tried to sound funny rather than annoyed, by commenting humorous reactions. If we go nuts a few days, I relish talking in real time, while we are enthusiastic. I have a lot to do in the summer especially. Hugs! :)

It is fun to see names and authors of whom I have not heard. I have heard of Diana Wynne Jones, Jenny Nimmo, and Terry Pratchett but did not know they had time travel stories. Here are the novels I have. They are all neatly shelved for future reading.

P.S. If you ever make lists for me to formally post, I'll ask you to ditch dashes and "by" and for every word to be capatlized. ;)

"Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children" Ransom Riggs
"11/22/63", "The Gunslinger" Stephen King
"Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban" Joanne Rowling
"Playing Beatie Bow" Ruth Park
"A Christmas Carol" Charles Dickens
"Life After Life" Kate Atkinson
"The Time Traveller's Wife" Audrey Niffenegger.

Happy Birthday to beautiful McCartney! 🎂💖

Thank you from our cat family, Kerri. Happy birthday to beautiful McCartney indeed! His, Spirit's, & Marigold's Daughters are sunning side by side against the back door on this bright day in a lustrous green vista. It is a sacred, blessed, amazing day as blue as McCartney's loving, powerful, loyal, expressive eyes.

Petal, Angel, & I sang happy birthday to him and Ron wished the same with me this morning. Now, we just remember him in love, sweetness, harmony, and peace. He is a music and flower lover, our dear boy! He always wanted to spend time exploring flowers, spices, and books he found at home.

We are grateful for the love and joy of this wonderful Son. He might have been 24 on this day, without diabetes complications that looked like arthritis instead. He was tiptop in every other way, never took any medicine in all his years. We appreciate that he was just about 22 years-old, two years ago.

McCartney's Son, Love, is celebrating with him and his other two cat parents in Heaven, as well as with their Grandma, my dear Mom. With all our love, pride, loyalty, joy, and gratitude in return: Momma, Ron, Angel, Petal, and Conan.

Do clarify you saw my entries in all three message numbers. I covered a lot that wasn't discussed and only ask because you used to only look at the last comment box. I am sure that we are both popping in on whatever we have time to talk about and will skim for more conversation gems. You keep raising great food for thought for me!

The other clarification is to tell me which interpretation you had of the way I expressed something that moved you. I am touched to move a dear friend enough that she quotes it in her journal! It is good to for us to keep in mind that worry ends and positive outcomes embrace us again. What I mean is even more poignant and powerful and I hope got that the first or second time: prayers are answered. I don't want to underestimate Jesus / God by thinking unwanted situation not occuring, mean a route of risky events was not stepped upon. Answered prayers mean things might have gone poorly but Jesus / God did protect us and stop it.

Tomorrow is McCartney's birthday! I hope to e-mail private family and friends so that I receive messages tomorrow. In case I don't, at least you are reminded here - if you needed a refresher. God bless our dear, beautiful boy who would have been 24.

I think Weena is a young adult of marrying age, if the tradition existed. I force myself to think of the two species as English (what are their names?) because darkskinned and dark-haired cavemen come to mind, even though I only remember a few scenes of the 1960s film Uncle Fred enjoys. Weena might be 26 years-old but everyone clearly has a child's glee by day.

I figured you would go for four stars and am glad you are thinking this story through. It isn't the end of the world if you highly grade something with faults but you to hardly object to anything. It would be nice to see you be discerning; then whatever you give four or five stars is praise indeed. I was in disbelief that you gave "Moby Dick" five stars. You are against animal harm as much as I am. Liking the writing and giving cudos to an American classic nonetheless leaves part of our feedback comes for personal pleasure and preference. Unless there was an amazingly positive ending, reading of the terror whaling for whales, doesn't seem like it would earn five stars from an animal lover. It made me wonder how special five stars are from you, if you know what I mean.

I anticipated giving four stars to "The Time Machine" likewise, because it is a classic, which makes no sense. Is is a bias I usually do well at thinking past. I really found this an accessibly told story besides some ranting, which is impressively creative; the same aspects you admire. The same as you, I am unaffected by general quibbles or imperfections if I am loving a story and it is special in other ways. A well written 'non crime mystery' or 'paranormal mystery' are likely to please me! I dismiss any silliness with romance or whatnot.

My beefs match yours and as we converse, we will see whether or not either of us tallied more than the other. There are enough for me to give three stars. Ill preparedness was a big one and you impressed me with serendipity, by echoing me, Kerri. I need to refresh whether or not I wrote the example of the Egypt and Africa travels en vogue in the 1800s but it was in mind! You added even better, commoner examples: train travel, horse coaches and carriages, boating. I would add mountain climbing and camping.

More than that, a smart person does not move an inch without a first aid kit and simple bag. They would do a test run before getting out of the time machine seat. The traveller intended a test but was afraid of stopping. A short view of who gets elected next or better, how our families are doing, is much more profound and useful.

We agree authors don't need to be detailed about everything. I would have been satisfied with a general year and think it is odd the scientist had a way to display one exactly. He had to have had a clockface or digital reader, which means he could set an alarm. Is there any other way to show time? I refute that he could invent a machine for travelling around time and not think of automating it and its model, to return and function without someone in the seat. However, you & I named a large amount of detail he should have given, small and big.

He should have explained how the machine worked generally. This classic is not as impressive as it was credited for being, if he could not think of that. We also discussed that a machine is less creative than other ways to use time windows, especially with our spirits and with nature.

Further to my three star conclusion, we share the biggest criticisms. The scientiest was too dumb to be cautious with fire, he didn't watch Weena carefully enough, and it was clear in the novel that he presumed her missing or dead rather than looking for her, or returning in time for her. It was clumsy on HG's part at least, to make it sound like he only peered left and right and decided he could not find her. He lacked the faith in her people's strength and resourcefulness, for her to return home, no matter how terrible the ordeal was.

We agree that no one would allow their life to be threatened, whether or not being treated like prey was old news. Cows, turkies, chickens, pigs, fish all cry and fight for mercy and escape. How hunters / farming killers who view them as food don't hear and see their voices and faces, revolts me. Not to digress, I am saying no one lays down to die as if it were an acceptable fact of life. Those who might be cornered or stiff in fear do pray for a way out and watch for one. I wrote of many relieved birds and mice on our land.

People in natural, light environments would be strong and tall but don't miss what I said about underground animals and insects thriving where they are supposed to, too. I said they might look pale or whatnot to us but some underground beings are plump, fit, and beautiful. They are experts at making their way under the earth and eating and drinking what they need to and only seem strange to us. It is only when creature who belong in the light, don't get enough of it, that they might weaken, come to think of it. I am a city Cousin who adapted to the country by choosing to live among animals and trees, who are all beloved by me. :)

I need you to remind me of the entire escape details. I remembered a crowbar from the museum I presume but not that a door had already been opened. Did he sit on the seat and leave? Please remind me. I could reread but let's say you owe me for putting me in a 1.5 month position of discussing this without the fresh recall I anticipated enjoying! ;)

Yes, plants were not only grown widely in the Victorian age for food and assisted by greenhouses. Flowers were profuse for pleasure and medicinally and what is more, you likely know food plants and seeds and flowers were transplanted from foreign lands. If there was no concept of the Earth's fertility changing when HG mused about one potential, far future; natural and domestic folliage should be well on its way. The main question that emerges is: did HG view this as a utopia or distopia? Was he exploring a society that was so far ahead we couldn't understand them instantly, or was his exploration portraying intelligence and resourcefulness as falling behind modern advancements? Was he saying modernity sometimes dips back to rudimentary environments and priorities? Was he thinking of (whatever those peoples' names were) as societies like the Mayans, whose pyramid designing awesomeness had retired? Mayans continue to live in Mexico, whom I was proud to meet. However, they seem to live simply instead of resembling their engineers and architects, whose lasting work still baffles us.

Was HG saying natural food sources were lower? I recall amazing flowers being in wondrous profusion, which could not all have been wild or weeds. My favourite question for both of us to work out is: what do you think is the best plan for returning to save or see Weena?

Another criticism that occurs to me is how obvious it seems, to look for written or computer references to the societal changes that evolved. Star Trek frequently looked far back in time to see the history of places, races, and specific people. Their computer was handy, whereas the scientist would need another trip, to a city or place with archives. However, it would have made a better novel I think, if he had found the records and explained a little of the human changes he observed.

I am not keen to read any more of him, knowing his biases and shortcomings; unless we discover this was an early novel, with room to grow and plot better. Perhaps his drafts were as poorly planned as the novel's voyages, which was the cause of explanation scarcity. However, I admired the short story my paperback came with, "The Man Who Could Work Miracles", as much as the main feature. It received three stars for similar reasons: tons to admire, some things to criticize or refute as logical action. Most especially, it needed even at its length, simple detail on its major storylines.

I hope to see you in e-mail soon, Kerri, my friend! Happy birthday to our beloved McCartney tomorrow, with all of our family's hearts! Love, Momma & Dad.

As for the vegetation and seasons; I think it was London, England; which is southeastern. It can snow but I believe it is rare. I don't know if they go below zero Celsius. I know their garden seasons end similarly to ours but last longer, prior and after ours in Manitoba; where coincidentally I am southeast of our province. If we presume climate change was not thought about in the 1800s, look up southeastern England's wild berries and fruits. Since they are well past civilization, despite their rudimentary environment, they should easily be growing vegetables, grains, pulses, herbs, and domestic fruits.

You wondered if they were the end of humans. A friend whose unique name I don't use on-line, thinks souls will be finished with bodies soon, as you know and might leave Earth or graduate past body confinement. I believe life will continue after me, so I am remembered and appreciated. I hope I can enjoy watching other stories unfold from Heaven and protect and guide them, as I am guided and protected. My present loved-ones will be with me but I love my niece & nephew, who will have descendents for me to love from my second life.

The idea of life petering out 6000 years from now, I do not believe. I believe Earth in this form will finish its goal within 1000 years, which is soon but not scary because we won't be physically dependent on what the changes are like. May it be "peace on Earth" as we have been promised! The idea of years going into nothingness except oceans, wind, and soil and a few animals he ran away from on a beach..... suggests that H.G. had no sense of the spiritual, or of the scientific estimate that life has risen and subsided on our planet before. Time might be infinite, fluid, or pointless but planets have limits.

It sounds like you feel the same as I do, Kerri: that we admire the author stretching his thoughts on subjects like this but that his contemplations were uneducated and immaturely seen as opposites, with no colour spectrums or possibilities.

I seem to consistently return to the feeling, like you do (thanks to "Back To The Future" and whatever else we have read and watched, including non-fiction like the dear Stephen Hawkings') that the future is what we make of it. The protagonist saw one possibility if society pushed nature and civilization one way. As you wisely observed, his ill-prepared trip was cursory in what he learned and interpreted; from the vegetation to their language.

If you didn't see all three of my entries, Kerri, I refer you back to what I wrote about the dear cows of the world and other animals that farms sadly regard as someone to eat. You might be right that the fight or hope of defeating the tunnel hunters dwindled in the bright sky people; the people living in the light of day, who should be taller and bigger like well sunned plants. It must be terrible for cows, turkies, chickens, pigs not to be able to escape barns or fences when they sense that someone wants to kill them. But no living creature wants to be killed, ever! The daylight race did hide and avoid the tunnels and nighttime as much as they could. Weena urged a stranger to avoid the tunnels. It makes sense that they taught their young and one another to avoid the same things. Acting like they didn't care that Weena fell in a river they were used to working and swimming around, made no sense.

The traveller's poor preparedness made no sense either. If he intended to peek and not go far, he should have nonetheless have known to bring a lot of matches, flashlights or oillamps, metal tools for prying open doors if need be, and non leathal defense. In our generation, it is old news indeed to never go diving or caving without telling someone or bringing a companion. Whites were exploring Africa and India for a long time by then. A walk in your own woods is a teaching moment about preparedness and safety. You say exercising was long ago in vogue; so was being in the outdoors.

I measured my admiration and whatever was lacking with three stars. What grade would you give this story? You are keeping open your anthology, so this time I don't know where you land. It is fun to think I am contributing to your feedback, because you have time to ponder what it is! Your friend, Carolyn.

Dear Kerri, thank you for caring about Petal as usual. The trees' leaves are full and Conan must be on his way home too. I want to be sure you know what I meant by the quote you appreciated from me. I want you to know that we should always recognized that our prayers are answered positively, the way we prayed for them to be. It is helpful if you interpreted my message as something like "give worry the chance to achieve its positive outcome" but recognizing answered prayers for what they are is important; not merely "everything was okay after all". Hopefully, Petal was all right anyway but prayers are for guanranteeing it.

Secondly, would you confirm you saw all my posts? You used to only notice the last one. I divided my long discussions into messages #23 to 25. There is more we could talk about but I love everything you share so far. As I always hope, you delivered different angles to consider.

What is the date range of automatic church and town square bell ringing and clock chiming? You looked up "clock alarms" but setting chimes to announce time by themselves is an alarm. Did your search factor that in when you began Mr. Well's novel? I can't believe setting chimes and bells only began in his time. Was someone paid or a volunteer to announce time for churches and village clocks all this time? What if they were late, even tripping on gravel along the road and being a tad tardy?

I awoke with a desire to share with you, things I would correct if I could take my knowledge of how my family life goes, to an earlier time. That is more powerful than speeding 8000 years ahead, because the guy in this novel was afraid to stop. I don't think I can change the events that sadden and anger me and don't know how, if there is a Heavenly, sacred way to do it. But I think writing them down and sharing them is a way to get rid of some pain and work out some resolutions or peace. Does something similar work for you, Kerri? I would only do this in e-mail, because it is the most personal matter and we never want anyone even reading our details at any time, even much later.

Our garden planting is finished. What falls to me (since Ron mows lawns and does other house and yard work) is planting the few items that did not fit and herbs, into pots. Next, I have 2 flowerboxes and 19 hangingbaskets to plant with flowers. Finally, I do what I can to improve our grassy and hollyhock laden flowerbeds. Wonderful, life growing and proteting rain has graced us plentifully. With it, mosquito season arrived and I avoid them. I know how to dress for them like I do the cold, however.

With food and flower gardening finished: my pots, tools, and plant packages can be put away. That lets me tidy around our house and library better. A local business will post my book selling ad and one other neighbour has been invited to shop, so I must prioritize cleaning our library more quickly. Summer is the best season to attract local and vacationing customers, who flock to manmade campgrounds close to here.

I know the old laptop is yours and think you were supposed to have use of the newer one that your family shares. Does your Mom also have a laptop or PC, or are the three of you sharing the newer laptop? It sounds like you didn't use it as planned, which is frustrating. Hopefully, your Sister and Mom don't need it all day, or you could emphasize the time of day when you like using the internet. I hope writing off-line helps and might be easier than typing on your virtual cell phone keyboard.

I kept the PC off again yesterday. Ron & I were listening to CDs, enjoying our cats, and having a peaceful day general ~ something to cherish! I see the time I saved when I come on and there is no personal e-mail in that time. I was glad that you wrote a lot in our H.G. Wells conversation, which I have replied to a bit of here. I'd like to make sure you saw all three messages.

When you have time, I'd love your thoughts on my reviews of "The Forgotten Door" Alexander Key https://www.goodreads.com/review/show..., "Before The Gold Rush", Nicholas Jennings https://www.goodreads.com/review/show..., and "Manitoba Winter" Manitoba Department Of Natural Resources. https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...

One of many things I love about being a Star Trek fan is seeing astonishingly creative stories unfold that give us unusual ideas and resolutions. One of the most poignant "Deep Space 9" stories was of the engineering officer and his wife losing their young Daughter in a time portal, in a cave. They succeeded at getting her out but she was about 18 instead of 8 years-old or so. She was wild and slept in trees. Her parents sadly read that if history were accurate, there were no other humans there at that time. They felt it was better to have their Daughter, changes and all, when she got into trouble for fighting scientists or someone who had scared her. They reasoned, oddly, it was better to return her to the world she knew, than deal with jail or work something here. Not a decision I would make, which worst of all, included being without a loved one!

They snuck her to the cave by shuttle craft, with provisions, utensils, tools for an easier life and knowing she was loved. Fortunately, this teenager saw and recognized the present day Molly crying in a corner, who did not know how to leave the cave. Her elder counterpart (a temporary possibility) showed her the way to go to her parents, who were astonished to have their original Daughter back.

I don't know about what you read and watch. I said I would love a list of your time window favourites. I am aware of numerous time travel shows I was uninterested in. Maybe I would like them but there is enough TV to watch. I have a few videotapes of "Quantum Leap". Scott Bakula became the captain of the ship and series "Star Trek Enterprise", which I am among few who loved. I think this and "Deep Space 9" were the least favourites but the key is starting from the beginning. There are always human and other races' stories to warm our hearts and excite our desire for exploration!

I don't have the desire to try "Dr. Who", which goes too far back for someone who likes chronology. I think is from the 1960s and Graham Norton's guests make it clear there is a new show. I dislike the depressing idea of "The Time Traveller's Wife", where time is short together. I have this one and "Her Fearful Symmetry", with which I am more intrigued. If there is a resolution of the travel coming to an end and the couple being together, I would tolerate some aggravating years, by being finally stopping.

I must have cleared up that "vegetarian" means vegetation; plants. The author was unaware of the societies we hardly know, who thrived on plants and we do not hear about those who continue to. The bias that we need or can acceptably eat lives that were not ended willingly, has lasted a few thousand years. All eras before our time, we only know what records told us. Picking from a tree or ground shrub is much more natural than ending a life who wants to live! H.G. Wells making out vegetarians to be weak is a clear bias.

You certainly give me food for thought by saying that authors might want us to think characters are uninformed instead of themselves. However, because common information is not present at all, I really do think H.G. was lacking a lot of knowledge that was scientists knew well in his time. Anyone who has met a houseplant knows we gain strength, vitality, and growth from water, nutrition, and light. There are animals and insects with busy worlds underground, which delights me differently from how fearful you deemed it. However, they have characteristics like minor vision that we might interpret as a disadvantage. We would travel and be nourished underground with less skill than they do. It is like country and city cousins shining on each other's home turf. They enjoy me being a country cousin nowadays! :)

You are right that the tunnel citizens might have eaten berries too on nightly outings. Thanks to making me wait 1.5 month, I don't recall species names or how Traveller got the time machine back. ;) Please do fill me in!

I'll leave this as my contribution tonight. Ron is home from work and napping off Monday tiredness, with Angel beside him in clean sheets. I have a Dan Fogelberg CD playing, following a Seals & Crofts one I had looked forward to playing for months. Good, easy listening for napping and typing, haha. On the Canadian side, I have so much more to share with you than was on hold. I hope our travelling USB stick comes my way soon, to pack another load, haha. As for my family film, I have meant to fit it on after confirming I had not already. It will be yours and I know you will love it! THAT is another great way to get to know each other. I hope you will give me a video narrated tour of your life soon too. :)

Like you, I admired the author's musings about what 8000 year-old societies might be like, while disagreeing that negativity should never be what challenges us. Not only is it unnecessary in my view but the meaning of life is to deal with it and push it out of our lives, to get as close as we can to spiritual harmony while living on Earth in a physical way. You largely already agree; I am only correcting that there should be no negativity or problems. Being challenged by the desire to explore, invent, discover, improve, learn, repair, heal.... these are all stimulating and inspiring. Then, we help those who want a hand reaching those healing, inspiring, improved, repaired, and stimulating outcomes.

For fun, a topic occurred to me. Where might the traveller return to save Weena? First, even if it is a short entry answering a few questions, would you please remind me how the traveller got the time machine back from inside that statue? Then, I can will contribute with all the facts. Part of my answers rely on how he retrieved his craft from the statue.

He could move his craft into his yard or conceal it farther away, where he knows he will be far from the statue in 8000 AD. I thought of something more effective than that and hope I will think of it again momentarily. The nocturnal threat makes a plan easy to design. He could stay overnight with Weena, concealed well outside the forest and only traverse it by day. He could do something besides set a fire, set it carefully as a torch he takes out of the forest. In any case, he should keep Weena close. Many might say "bring a gun to scare a few away" but our 2024 AD society should know by now that there are numerous other solutions, without resorting to lethal weaponry ever again.

I actually don't remember either, why the heck the protagonist walked far outside the village. Was it only curiousity about the tower he saw in the sky's horizon, or did he think it was a place to hide from hunters? I liked exploring the museum it proved to be. Time travel is meaningful and fun when you are close to your time for the results to matter and be clear, wouldn't you say? Having taken in the museum, he could avoid losing track of Weena and any trees, by not going there. The statue was outside the village.

To not leave the time machine would circumvent visiting the village and acquainting the people, so I think retrieving it without harrassment or avoiding the forest trip are the answers. You bet I am excited to know what you think of instead. I hope my topic got you thinking before you reached the details from me. :)

I am glad you are posting. Goodness knows, I gave several subjects my all. I was off for a day. Goodreads works as usual. Remember you can copy our conversation and write in a document off-line. You need only paste it on-line. I hope the newer laptop isn't the problem, although it would be aggravating if you weren't using it as planned.

Whew, I surpassed a comment limit. If you find it a lot, this is our incentive to discuss books in progress, ha ha!

Among new thoughts you introduced, is how Weena surprised Mr. Science by having a personality. She developed a devotion as you called it, for being saved and appreciated it. For once, the author had the ability to think in a spectrum of colours. I wonder if he stopped there, which we admire as is, or if he had more depth in mind that he hoped readers would glean.

I wonder if he was saying Mr. Science knew little about these people and should not make snap judgements. I wonder if he meant that any change in an old routine would encourage new behaviours. Or, I wonder if he was implying that showing kindness and giving a lifesaving break to people who were treated as a food bank, would elevate their whole disposition. I like this third thought. The first is a surface observation. The second implies relief from sameness. The third is a postive moral of life.

You had me considering that as a Star Trek fan, I have seen future time travel a lot, which differs from the mystery or fantasy novels we have abundantly read. Because their vehicles are moving on a route they choose, as well as changing time, they do not worry about running into anything. However, this smart idea was one of the things I admired about Mr. Wells. This stimulating idea is my sole impression from the 1960s movie: staying in one spot and seeing a body turn into a skelton, then dust.

I loved the idea of being in one spot and that it is times changing around us, not distance and places coming and going. I liked that he did not only stop at a chosen year but that he could choose his speed. It would be fascinating to see the sun and moon rise and rest from their positions. I would prefer this sedate pace to watch the world go by, quite literally. I understood like you did, the fear of a building appearing where there had been none in Mr. Science's time.

"Back To The Future III" shaped this idea into the most humorous part and later, into the most integral, tense access to Marty's return route. Trusting the speculative science that the train tracks would be there in 1985, where there was a cliff in 1885, was nervewracking! His hilarious start, driving into a movie billboard sign of indians and then ending up in a field among them, makes me laugh every time I play it.

Long ago, I made a movie of my trips with Ron, family cats, and other important parts of my life. I liked a stirring effect that I achieved, that Marty in his two-dimensional, empty billboard field reminded me of. I mix a lot of the still photographs you have seen, with some video footage. My switch is unexpected because I started with a still photograph slideshow predominantly. You see Buckingham Palace with those red police in the background. Then all of a sudden, they are moving; marching across the screen. At Stonehenge, I pose in front of this world wonder in a photograph. Then, presumably using our tripod, Ron & I are kissing in front of it in a film clip, with the wind blowing; which viewers can hear.

I am happy you & I have left a lot to enjoy talking about. Whomever returns first can reply and add to it. There are great subjects for me to answer from our first posts I have let my thoughts flow enough for now. There is a lot we could make of each subject, never mind many at once. I love that. :-) If I get as busy continuing my cleaning as I hope to, all my answering at once will tide you over.

A happy note on which to bid you good-night, is to say that Petal came to our front door voluntarily, very early tonight. She did not want to worry us. When I stepped out the front door earlier to see where she was, she was in solid sight at the edge of trees to the north. I waved at her and she smiled at me, seated on a log.

Now both Sisters and Ron are waiting for me to go to sleep with them. Positive, answered prayers are a wonderful feeling. I do not underestimate the power and grace of worrying about where Petal was and of her returning to us, feeling well and ready to sleep. Your friend, Carolyn.

With our household happily bathed, I am ready to write more. Our office faces west and there is beautiful pink in the clouds of our blue, fluffy sky. Sunset has begun at 9:34 PM. With the light only dimming, the pink is widening across our horizen and is beautiful. We waited long enough to talk about this conversation rich, science fiction story and I am game to continue!

Like you do, I love that the ending had a lot of room to imagine what happened. The novel did give a firm impression that Mr. Scientist thought Weena was gone and viewed it as set in stone. Was this an author's misstep, or should we believe someone who learned how to traverse time, lacked flexible thinking? Yes, it feels nice that we don't know what travels await the protagonist, so we are realistically alligned with the friend who witnessed his departure. I like that he demonstrated enough preparedness to bring a camera and planned on returning with proof of the places he visited, besides a special flower. Mr. Wells got that wrong though. Rather than write that this souvenir disintegrated, it is well known that pressing leaves or flowers into magazines or books, preserves them and scientists have additional ways!

Yes, the first few pages were a noticeable mouthful. I was entertaining Dad by reading this classic novel aloud! He enjoyed it until Mr. Wells got political. The science was as easy to understand as in "Journey To The Centre Of The Earth" but the story was better when the narrating crammed less detail and was generous with space to picture and ponder a person's fantastic journey. I reread how you phrased it and grinned about you doing it simply: "when the storytelling began"!

Please keep jumping in with your questions and impressions, even if we write a one sentence question to contemplate later. There is so much I look forward to talking about with this novel that, like with our letters, a lot of short musings regularly will be easier and rewarding. :) Do you agree?

Thank you for using faster internet to research alarm setting mechanisms. When were church bells mechanised, or did someone ring the bell every hour for most of human history? I feel sure that it was old hat in Mr. Well's time. I think someone who invented time travel, would find automatic settings an easy thing to add along with it.

I have a lot to say about thinking vegetarians weak and that preyed upon people or animals do not save each other's lives. "Vegetarian" comes from "vegetation", plants generally. Giraffes might primarily eat leaves and grasses unless fruit, vegetables, and grains are availabe. It is hard to picture a place where only fruit grows but things we think of as vegetables are fruits, such as tomatoes. I don't know the author's disposition towards spirituality or nature in health. I do believe God and Mother Earth places us and animals where there is food upon which we will live. Maybe Mr. Science was a meat eater but he was as human as his frugivore (or whatever the word is) hosts!

Every country has unique wildlife and the plants and hydration with which to feed them. I suggest Canada provides the most diverse examples of God ensuring we are sustained wherever we live. Deer are large fellow mammals and I marvel that they all hide in nearby forest in large numbers. If you spent winter with us, where the growth of plants pauses or retires, you would wonder what on Earth deer ate. Any grass, leaves, buds, seeds, twigs, or unfrozen water they can find. I have seen them eat snow for refreshment too. These sweet animals gain much from the salt lick cube and humble piles of oats we give them, as well as leftover birdseed.

Black bears are so much larger, God created a hibernating capacity for them. They feed as much as possible up to the fall, make a good, secure burrow, and plug themselves with grass. They awake a little in mild weather but stay with their den. They give birth while they are semi-dormant and their infants nurse them. They want the sugar of berries that won't flourish until next month but at least the land is rich with green grass and leaves now.

If Mr. Wells understood the natural nutrition of a habitat, he would know they thrive on it at its best, instead of being diminished by it. It is a fallacy of the uneducated today that vegetarians are petite and omnivores rotund. Mr. Wells lived before the obesity of western nations, which has been a common issue for roughly 30 years, hasn't it? We understand better than he seemed to have, that slim people are healthy, with endurance.

Our solid friendship makes me comfortable venturing that I don't think humans were meant to eat meat. If I understand correctly, one part of evolution had a small DNA difference between animals and people. I think of tadpoles I have seen, who have developed legs and are almost finished their acquatic metamorphosis to oxygen breathing, land reptiles. I think of Monarch wings who are not ready to hate but whom I can see through a butterfly's chrysallis. I think of those wonderful butterflies afterwards, whose body is still the white striped one of their caterpillar form.

I think a stage where we were part animal, had leftover killing habits in cavemen. There were vegetarian (vegetation) societies who thrived in good health and long life but we hear little about them. In 300 AD, the gospel book was designed to convince everyone who might have advanced past a killing mentality, that we were supposed to hunt. The words "have dominion over" was mistranslated from the Hebrew word "yorade". It truly means have companionship WITH the animals!

I think H.G. Wells was an 18th century omnivore with prejudice drawn from lacking natural health & wellness education. You said you would decide after you read his sociological ramblings, if you agree or disagree with him that fighting is a purpose that keeps our brains working. I disagree in the utmost. Our souls were moulded in the universal womb of peace. We are meant to be happy, curious, eager, enlightened, inspired, helpful, fair, and loving all at once. Happiness and peace are our birthright. When we no longer need fight for it, our intellect could explore other paths with complete freedom. I know for a fact that stress is a distraction that slows me down and which can make people ill.

I admired many things about Mr. Wells' work, including aspects I knew he was among the first to write about. However, did you feel a lack of creativity that surprised you? I did. When Marty McFly had returned home, in a panic, from his first time travel trip; he immediately reasoned out that he could save Doc Brown by returning to the mall parking lot 10 minutes earlier. It was not early enough to warn him about being shot but thankfully, he had read Marty's warning letter.

You finding the peacefulness of England in 8000 AD errie surprised me. It is an odd reaction to me, so it must derive from a film you saw that played jarring music when that landscape was introduced. We remember feelings more than details. There was danger underground

More than ever when discussing sexual feelings, parenting roles, and parity of careers; our society of 2024 has learned there is a spectrum of colours and categories that are individual to us all. It felt unintelligent for someone of Mr. Wells' repute to dump his characters into utter frugivores and carnivores, sweet and aggressive, good and evil, living in the light versus hunting at night, pretty versus ugly.

I admired the guy for imagining what a year 8000 society might be like but disagreed with his musings. I know cats better than anyone, whose preditory aspects I curb. Mice or birds might stand still to avoid further injury by spurring a cat with movement but they fly off if they get a clear chance to escape. I helped them escape countless times. Some mice or birds fought back. In a few occasions, an animal looked like they were bravely bracing for death and were relieved to receive help they had not expected. Animals in a family will certainly, boldly chase away preditors and save their child, sibling, or relative.

I think they have an understanding to flee a preditor if everyone needs to evacuate rapidly. If there is time to help without much risk to their survival, they will. Not saving a drowning woman, where there was no hunter, was stupid and false, wasn't it! If working in streams was a regular activity, they would teach safety procedures and understand dangers. Water, earth, wood, air, metal, and fire are basic elements and these 8000 year-old peasants lived in a rudimentary environment.

I do not know if they were related or if they had monogomous rituals. They were enough of a close community to eat and sleep in the same room. I do not think there were individual houses, or they would not share a dining and sleeping room as a group.

I will not believe humans lost the basic DNA of emotions. Mr. Wells showed fear in the dainty humans, not only for themselves but in Weena urging Mr. Science to avoid the tunnel. They were also described as laughing and being joyous all day, to counteract staying indoors at night. Yes, I winced at that visitor wasting matches. Anyone knows to save them when we travel in our own time and landscape, including at home!

I knew that Mr. Wells was writing them as prey animals, whom he implied lacked the mentality to lift a finger to help Weena. I caught his nuance. It was not about being weak around a stream they regularly used. It was only Mr. Science's bias that vegetarians were weak. Too many people have been led to believe that it is acceptable to eat some animals as food. I refute this wholly. However, most people know animals do not want to be killed or eaten but tell themselves God approved of a certain amount of sacrifices. Cows would break fences, walls, and get away if they knew what the meat industry planned.

The people who rented the place next to us when we arrived, had chickens briefly. We had nothing to do with them because we did not jive and kept a polite distance. We did not know when those chickens would be murdered and thankfully, could not see that terrible act. I heard their fear and felt it in the air. This author knew diddly squat about animals if he thinks any living creature of God, accepts being killed and would not help others, if he could. I have seen tiny birds race after much larger ones, squawking at them to not bother their nests again. Our dainty Marigold stood up to male cats and a dog and our dear, bold Spirit was impressively brave, as is our Conan.

The same as you did, Kerri, I loved the original idea of Mr. Science being afraid to stop his craft. I think a few steps ahead of a few years would be more interesting as a first trip, to have the answer to questions that are helpful to your life. I would later travel a little ways past my estimated 100 year lifetime, to see what my kids, Grandkids, and homeland did next. 8000 years were too extreme to relate to anyone and this is true of going very far ahead in general. You astutely reminded me that time window stories are usually interested in the past. That is probably because we want to see people and places we have heard of, isn't it? The same goes for the future nearest to our lifetime.

Most notably, the past is set but the future is changeable. How do we know what we see is what will unfold, in the various ways individual life forms choose to do things and in the unmeasurable ways we surprise ourselves? Isn't it true we can't see what happens, unless we are exploring one potential outcome to one path or action? If Mr. Science returned to save Weena and visited after she had met him; it seems like that would have impacted her unmotivated society tremendously well.

A question I keep asking you, Leeanne, and Shirin is one I wonder if you think about: do authors sometimes not think broadly or thoroughly enough, or do we trust them with the details they painted? I think we can skip the argument that Mr. Wells was first to write of a time machine (that I am familiar with) and say that if he invented this much, TRAVELLING IN TIME with it is a no-brainer.

Mr. Scientist (why was he unnamed?) should have looked for Weena, before he fled to his machine. Yes, torches worked for thousands of years in forestland if handled carefully. Making a fire that would catch trees was stupid. You reminded me the protagonist was tired but did the author forget a scientist knew the working of wood and fire? When he retrieved his machine, he could have planned the best strategy and reversed events straight away. If he felt desperate on his first trip to verify that he returned home, I understand that. Then get Weena. You & I understand time is fluid.

I am using the present tense because I mean it in real life. We do not know how to time travel but I believe members of the afterlife, like an angel or guide, can take us there if they felt it was important or special priviledge to show us something meaningful. We do feel time change based on our perceptions. Positive versus negative moods, such as joy versus fear, are one thing that changes it. When Petal took awhile to come home last night, the minutes felt like hours. Those 3 hours felt like my life that is becoming happy, had suddenly hung in a balance that could turn out dreary instead.

When she was home, the strain left and I stopped crying after I hugged and talked with her. I relaxed with a dose of "The Office" and in no rush, went to bed.

I have felt time pause and be very clear. I know every inch of my last hours with Candy 2, Thumbelina, Love, Mom, Spirit, Marigold, and McCartney. If I could reach out and change what happened, I know exactly where and when events became urgent. Hanging by the phone all day, waiting for news about Spirit in particular made me feel sick. It was the week I learned the first few Donna Eden methods: for him. I used them and was calmer than I would have been. I helped ease Spirit's comfort and health too.

I have felt time freeze. Life is carrying on but a part of my heart, soul, and mind have stopped on July 13, 2017 at 2:35 PM: the last time I saw Conan. I wish I had let him go outside or to the library the day before, after seeing how disappointed his face was. I had to go to my parents' place and he did not get out of bed soon enough to play outside. I should have let him frolic next door at least. The next day, when I let him out, he did not return. It hurts to know when I could reach back and change something but not know how to do it. I am comforted knowing he is alive, that Jesus will bring him back to me, and that time will at last be unstuck from 2017 when he is home. The years we missed won't mattter, next to the many more we live together in good health and happiness.

I have felt time fly fast. Board game and music night with friends, including those not in my circle anymore; nights out on a dance floor with great companions and music, unforgettable concerts in front of legends I admire (you have my concert list on your memory stick)! Sailing Loch Ness, standing in front of Stonehenge, walking through Tintagel and going "Wow, King Arthur's castle is real"? Climbing three Mayan pyramid sites in a week. Seeing the Hollywood sign in person for the first time.

Corey Hart recognizing me from autographs that 1996 morning and reaching his hand out to me from his stage, even though I had not been reaching up at all.... It is one thing if a crowd of people raise hands and a celebrity slaps them as he walks by but I did not! We all have wonderfully good times and feel the energy to dance, sing, play, hug, or talk on and can't believe the sun has set.

Ron & I share the bathroom and he needs a turn, so I had the bath I delayed. I will be sure to reread everything we wrote and answer the rest. Let's both do that, without waiting for turns. It will shorten waiting gaps in our time zones. Popping in whenever something occurs to us, will feel more rewarding and fun. :) It is similar to shortening conversation points by writing as we read a novel, rather than tackling all of it afterwards. Your friend, Carolyn.

I love it. I am glad you let yourself flow. This is exactly what I hoped for! You flit on different things and when we are near the same scenes, your take is new to me anyway. I have a lot of writing to do and also topics to propose of my own. Thank you for an enjoyable entry and freeing me to get going. :) I have a ton of cleaning house today, especially after April's booksale and GREAT garage sales this week-end. I will pop back in to start writing by tomorrow for sure.

I have been very keen to chat since April. This is great entry, on my input so far. I am eager for you gush out your impressions from the beginning. Can you write whatever you thought and felt, as if I had not typed the first message? I enjoy being surprised by your creative, intelligent insight and your humour! :) By tomorrow, I will reread your first entry and with pleasure, follow-up on topics that come from you. You write great stuff, which is why I avoid writing first and want it to flow.

I awaited reading in progress reactions but I guess you zoomed through the novel. I am ready for your thoughts! :) I didn't know or care about a 2002 version, so discuss anything you want.

One of many subjects for us is that in Uncle Fred's favourite film, I remember Weena appearing to accompany her friend on the time machine ride home. I was young and that was my sole impression. I like the novel less for her not presumably perishing in a fire the jerk caused, him not verifying she was alive, nor using his time machine to avoid losing her!

Hi Kerri! You see what I mean, this kind of novel gives us a lot to talk about. I hope you propose conversations and your impressions, including in our first post. Replies are rewarding but I love being fed new ideas even better. I regularly delay to ensure you have space to lead. I want the fun of being shown new outlooks! I will reply to what is above soon. Add your reactions so far. I hope this book is your first focus, because it was already 1.5 month old to me.

I am happy you have written review comments for me, positive words and conversations that are recorded into m writing pieces for me to treasure too. I am opening goodreads to see 19 notifications and it is a thrill about a quantity I have never had before and I know they will not be mere like button clicks: hooray! Do you have a time window list?

I added Alexander Key to message #12 in preference order, as another time travel novel. An ecstatic review reminds me that I loved it. It is annoying that no one commented as of 2016, on that especially great review of mine either. I was pleasantly surprised to find an elevated vocabulary and images with words that I wove therein!

Hi Kerri, I am glad you are back so I can begin chatting about this novel. It is 1 1/2 month old in my memory and I wanted to share impressions as fresh as yours. Maybe you could have slipped in a few chapters, then prepared for the TV shows. Not being told what was going on and how long to wait, was the only source of discomfort. Checking every day for 1 1/2 was a drag. ;)

I love your responses and am excited to find many new subject propositions from you! You have literally given us a lot of wonderful FOOD for thought! I will reply soon. First, I put a lot of excitement and research into providing my list of time window books. I especially look forward to you reaction to those.

It is good to talk literature with you. I look forward to reprising our e-mails too. I have a spare "The Root Cellar" to give you, if Janet Lunn's classic interests you.

Yes, my friend, Maureen cited problems with profiles. I replied I was glad it was not an issue of slow-speed, the natural conclusion. I can't uncheck "notify by e-mail", a default Goodreads should never impose on comment communications! I want "notify only" and immediately set my reviews that way. It is a bad arrangement, that it jumps to "notify by e-mail" when the first friend comments on reviews.

I am glad I can post and edit reviews. I am on a roll, finishing my Canadian reading group ones! Our year ends on June 30, before Canada Day. Your friend, Carolyn.

Canadian paranormal mysteries with time windows, enjoyed except the last three.

“Who Is Frances Rain?” Margaret Buffie 1987
“Ghosts Of James Bay” John Wilson 2006
“The Root Cellar” & “Double Spell” Janet Lunn 1981, 1968
“Tunnels Of Time” & “Tunnels Of Terror” Mary Harelkin Bishop
2000, 2001
“The Olden Days Coat” Margaret Laurence & Muriel Wood 1979
“Time Ghost” Welwyn Wilton Katz 1994
“Ghosts Of The Titanic” Julie Lawson 2011
“Alison’s Ghosts” Mary Alice & John Downie 1984
“The Stone In The Meadow” Karleen Bradford 1984
“Yesterday’s Doll” Cora Taylor 1987
“The Shadowy Horses” Susanna Kearsley 1997

Time window stories I have read from other countries’ authors are these.

“Time For Andrew” & “The Doll In The Garden” Mary Downing Hahn 1994, 1989
“The Sixty-Eight Rooms” Marianne Malone 2010
“The Forgotten Door” Alexander Key 1965
“Tom's Midnight Garden” Philippa Pearce 1958
“The Ghost Belonged To Me” & “Ghosts I Have Been” Richard Peck 1975, 1977
“House Of Dark Shadows” Robert Liparulo 2008
“Dearest Grandmama” Catherine Brighton 1991

You planned to read this soon after Anne Perry. Please update me. I tried to read it close to you, a month ago. I wrote great topics while I was enthusiastic and the story was fresh. When you start additional books, I am puzzled. I would love to savour Anne's début with you too, while both stories are fresh for us.

Kerri, I see you dashed through a number of books after Anne's. If you have become uninterested in "The Time Machine", I will stop checking for updates. I was excited about a number of topics for conversation in early pages. We aren't reading in tandem but it is more fun to share thoughts close to my reading.

My entry is entirely from the early pages of the novel. Anyone who has read a few chapters can chime in.