Let's play catch up, shall we?

As you've noticed, I seem to be a little behind on updating about my exciting trips to the Peter White. You'll be proud to know that I have books from the last two weeks. I just haven't gotten to the writing about them part.

The last few adventures to the Peter White:
I am still going with fiction for a change, general fiction to be specific. Kind of.
They have some great books on tape. Perfect for long car rides home. Or if you get sick of the T.V.
And if you're out running errands and all of a sudden, both you and your roommate are going to pee yourselves, they have nice bathrooms!

Oh, and one of the librarians smiled at me! It's the little things in life, right? Usually they all seem to be slightly on the cantankerous side.

I guess Tara was having a Chinese food craving because the letters she picked the last two times were CHI and WOK. Every time we go to my house, we eat at China Wok. Some of the best in Traverse City, even though it's mall food. Jennifer Chiaverini was the lucky winner of the CHI search. And the book... The Christmas Quilt. It's one of nine quilt books by Jennifer, most of which are about Elm Creek Manor. The book centers around Sylvia Bergstrom Compson, who is the Master Quilter, and her friend Sarah McClure.

Sylvia is a bit of a Scrooge who doesn't want to decorate or do anything for Christmas because of some bad holiday memories. Sarah, on the other hand, decks the halls with balls of holly fa la la la la la la la la.
Anyway
On one of her searches for more decorations, Sarah finds an old, unfinished quilt started by each of Sylvia's previous family members throughout history. Sylvia attempts to piece the blanket together amidst family turmoil and personal angst. I didn't really like the way ti was written so I kind of had a hard time pushing myself to go further. The whole things seemed to be long paragraphs with shorter ones and some dialogue every now and then. It was dense and kind of quite boring. That and, since it's April, I'm not really in the Christmasy spirit. Actually, I'm not a super spirited person to begin with around Christmas. Shocker, right?

The whole theme of the book is that all different types of fabrics can be held together forever if sewn together with strong seems. Just like the bonds of family can be held tight with the bonds of tradition, faith, loyalty, and love. Maybe a little cliche but hey, every story needs a moral, right?

Life isn't like a box of chocolates, it's like a big old quilt from grandma there to keep you warm when you need it.

Ok, so maybe not, but it'd be a nice thought, wouldn't it?