http://victoriacrosby.soup.io/ http://victoriacrosby.soup.io/ http://7.asset.soup.io/asset/2309/6263_dfba.jpeg 612 612 {"tags":[],"type":"image","source":null,"body":null,"url":"http://2.asset.soup.io/asset/0853/8610_dadc.jpeg"} <p><a href=""><img alt="8610_dadc_400" height="533" src="http://2.asset.soup.io/asset/0853/8610_dadc_400.jpeg" width="400" /></a></p> <p></p>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 23:39:44 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/58608436/Imageurn:www-soup-io:1:58608436image {"tags":[],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"\u00a0All the horses have become enormously fat on the spring grass and so I have put them on a \"starvation\" diet in the smaller back pasture where they can get less of the thick clover that's making them look as if they're about to foal, their bellies are so round. \u00a0\u003Cdiv\u003EAnd so now, at night, all three greet me as I walk towards the barn to shut up the chickens.\u00a0\u003C/div\u003E\u003Cdiv\u003EThey're bored so they offer whiskers, breathy noses and a velvety-ness. \u00a0I kiss them in turn and try to distinguish each by scent. Honeyed earth.\u003C/div\u003E"}  All the horses have become enormously fat on the spring grass and so I have put them on a "starvation" diet in the smaller back pasture where they can get less of the thick clover that's making them look as if they're about to foal, their bellies are so round.  <div>And so now, at night, all three greet me as I walk towards the barn to shut up the chickens. </div><div>They're bored so they offer whiskers, breathy noses and a velvety-ness.  I kiss them in turn and try to distinguish each by scent. Honeyed earth.</div>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 01:00:32 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/54398733/All-the-horses-have-become-enormously-faturn:www-soup-io:1:54398733regular {"tags":[],"type":"quote","title":"Sidonie Gabrielle Colette ","source":null,"body":"\u003Cdiv\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003E\u003C/div\u003EYou will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.\u00a0\u003Cb\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003E\u003C/b\u003E"} <p>"<div><br /></div>You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. <b><br /></b>"</p><p>&ndash;Sidonie Gabrielle Colette </p>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 01:48:06 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/54208295/You-will-do-foolish-things-but-dourn:www-soup-io:1:54208295quote {"tags":[],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"When I sing to Auden at night, he smiles and gazes up at me, from his pillow, with what can only be called, a reverent happiness. It's almost impossible that Itsy Bitsy Spider can bring such joy to another. How did I come to deserve such an appreciative audience?\u00a0"} When I sing to Auden at night, he smiles and gazes up at me, from his pillow, with what can only be called, a reverent happiness. It's almost impossible that Itsy Bitsy Spider can bring such joy to another. How did I come to deserve such an appreciative audience? Sun, 25 Apr 2010 01:42:23 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/54208242/When-I-sing-to-Auden-at-nighturn:www-soup-io:1:54208242regular {"tags":[],"type":"image","source":null,"body":null,"url":"http://4.asset.soup.io/asset/0790/2356_75bc.jpeg"} <p><a href=""><img alt="2356_75bc_400" height="533" src="http://4.asset.soup.io/asset/0790/2356_75bc_400.jpeg" width="400" /></a></p> <p></p>Sat, 17 Apr 2010 20:30:36 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/53520322/Imageurn:www-soup-io:1:53520322image {"tags":[],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"Sonny is furious. Perhaps he's dissatisfied with his stature. He is a miniature horse after all. And it's clearly not an advantage when all your friends are much, much taller\u2014 15' 3 hands or more. They're real horses. Whereas Sonny is real like the Skin Horse was real to the little boy. Through the magic of the nursery. \u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003EBut back to the point. Sonny is pissed. Mostly I don't think it's his size that bothers him because although it keeps him at the bottom rung of the equine ladder, it also keeps him high on the human one. And he's often brushed and coddled and led about and generally made a big fuss of.\u00a0 \u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003EBut even this attention doesn't make him happy. He's just that kind of personality. A grouch.\u00a0 I think we all sort of respect him more for it. If he was so, so cute and so, so sweet, it'd be too much. Saccharine.\u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003EEvery night he comes up to me in the pasture as I head towards the barn to shut the chickens up for the night. And I say hello, and I lean down, and I give him a kiss on his furry pony nose. Just one kiss. He won't allow anymore. And then he looks dissatisfied and sometimes he tries to bite me on my thigh. And then he's off. \u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003EI'm dismissed for the more interesting blade of grass that's a few feet away."} Sonny is furious. Perhaps he's dissatisfied with his stature. He is a miniature horse after all. And it's clearly not an advantage when all your friends are much, much taller— 15' 3 hands or more. They're real horses. Whereas Sonny is real like the Skin Horse was real to the little boy. Through the magic of the nursery. <br /><br />But back to the point. Sonny is pissed. Mostly I don't think it's his size that bothers him because although it keeps him at the bottom rung of the equine ladder, it also keeps him high on the human one. And he's often brushed and coddled and led about and generally made a big fuss of.  <br /><br />But even this attention doesn't make him happy. He's just that kind of personality. A grouch.  I think we all sort of respect him more for it. If he was so, so cute and so, so sweet, it'd be too much. Saccharine.<br /><br />Every night he comes up to me in the pasture as I head towards the barn to shut the chickens up for the night. And I say hello, and I lean down, and I give him a kiss on his furry pony nose. Just one kiss. He won't allow anymore. And then he looks dissatisfied and sometimes he tries to bite me on my thigh. And then he's off. <br /><br />I'm dismissed for the more interesting blade of grass that's a few feet away.Sat, 17 Apr 2010 20:04:32 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/53519561/Sonny-is-furious-Perhaps-hes-dissatisfied-withurn:www-soup-io:1:53519561regular {"tags":[],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"POEM\n\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\u003Ch2\u003EI Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing\u003C/h2\u003E\n\t\t\u003Cp class=\"author\"\u003Eby Walt Whitman \u003C/p\u003E\n\n\t\tWalt Whitman\n\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\u003Cdiv\u003EI saw in Louisiana a\n live-oak growing,\n\u003C/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003EAll alone stood it \nand the moss hung down from the branches,\n\u003C/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003EWithout any companion\n it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark green,\n\u003C/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003EAnd its look, rude, \nunbending, lusty, made me think of myself,\n\u003C/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003EBut I wonder\u2019d how it\n could utter joyous leaves standing alone there without its friend near,\n for I knew I could not,\n\u003C/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003EAnd I broke off a \ntwig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a \nlittle moss,\n\u003C/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003EAnd brought it away, \nand I have placed it in sight in my room,\n\u003C/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003EIt is not needed to \nremind me as of my own dear friends,\n\u003C/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E(For I believe lately\n I think of little else than of them,)\n\u003C/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003EYet it remains to me a\n curious token, it makes me think of manly love;\n\u003C/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003EFor all that, and \nthough the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat \nspace,\n\u003C/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003EUttering joyous \nleaves all its life without a friend a lover near,\n\u003C/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003EI know very well I \ncould not.\u003C/div\u003E"} POEM <h2>I Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing</h2> <p class="author">by Walt Whitman </p> Walt Whitman <div>I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, </div> <div>All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches, </div> <div>Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark green, </div> <div>And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself, </div> <div>But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there without its friend near, for I knew I could not, </div> <div>And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss, </div> <div>And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room, </div> <div>It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends, </div> <div>(For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,) </div> <div>Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love; </div> <div>For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space, </div> <div>Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near, </div> <div>I know very well I could not.</div>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 02:23:09 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/53008430/POEMurn:www-soup-io:1:53008430regular {"tags":[],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"It is April and we're covered with a thick yellowy brown carpet. It is the pollen. The oaks are pollinating us. Zealously. It's falling out of the air, accumulating on the decking and over the chairs and the toy fire engine left in the front yard. It's tracking through the house. Everyone but Auddie and I are sneezing. We're immune to the stuff.\u00a0 The pollen's blanket seems like just another kind of drapery in a state that loves all things gothic\u2014 hanging forms of nature. Moss, vines, tree limbs that drape to the ground. What hyperbole here. But I've said that before, haven't I? Anyway, it's quite beautiful as far as decaying verdant is beautiful. "} It is April and we're covered with a thick yellowy brown carpet. It is the pollen. The oaks are pollinating us. Zealously. It's falling out of the air, accumulating on the decking and over the chairs and the toy fire engine left in the front yard. It's tracking through the house. Everyone but Auddie and I are sneezing. We're immune to the stuff.  The pollen's blanket seems like just another kind of drapery in a state that loves all things gothic— hanging forms of nature. Moss, vines, tree limbs that drape to the ground. What hyperbole here. But I've said that before, haven't I? Anyway, it's quite beautiful as far as decaying verdant is beautiful. Wed, 14 Apr 2010 02:04:04 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/53006582/It-is-April-and-were-covered-withurn:www-soup-io:1:53006582regular {"tags":[],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"I must have forgotten to get the eggs last night because, this evening, as I walked into the dusk to shut up the chickens, I came home with twice as many as usual, and I carried all these extra eggs and piled them high in the plastic cup I'd found to carry them home. Despite the fear of the gloaming, the fear of the dark, the feeling of the egg was always good in my hand. Such a perfect design. Thank you nature for making something so gorgeous in shape and\u2014really in function. The delicate elegance of pure potential."} I must have forgotten to get the eggs last night because, this evening, as I walked into the dusk to shut up the chickens, I came home with twice as many as usual, and I carried all these extra eggs and piled them high in the plastic cup I'd found to carry them home. Despite the fear of the gloaming, the fear of the dark, the feeling of the egg was always good in my hand. Such a perfect design. Thank you nature for making something so gorgeous in shape and—really in function. The delicate elegance of pure potential.Sun, 11 Apr 2010 01:54:08 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/52664897/I-must-have-forgotten-to-get-theurn:www-soup-io:1:52664897regular {"tags":[],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"The chickens will only go to bed at dusk which means I'm often reaching my hand into a dark nest to feel around for any number of eggs that have been laid that day. And I really don't like that moment before I touch the shell of the egg when I'm not entirely sure what my fingers might encounter."} The chickens will only go to bed at dusk which means I'm often reaching my hand into a dark nest to feel around for any number of eggs that have been laid that day. And I really don't like that moment before I touch the shell of the egg when I'm not entirely sure what my fingers might encounter.Tue, 06 Apr 2010 02:54:54 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/51981142/The-chickens-will-only-go-to-bedurn:www-soup-io:1:51981142regular {"tags":[],"type":"quote","title":"Wallace Stevens","source":null,"body":"\u201cAfter one has abandoned a belief in god, poetry is that essence which \ntakes its place as life\u2019s redemption.\""} <p>"“After one has abandoned a belief in god, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life’s redemption.""</p><p>&ndash;Wallace Stevens</p>Sat, 03 Apr 2010 22:23:50 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/51682258/After-one-has-abandoned-a-belief-inurn:www-soup-io:1:51682258quote {"tags":[],"type":"quote","title":null,"source":null,"body":"MoMA\u2019s \u003Ca href=\"http://www.moma.org/explore/collection/architecture_design\"\u003EDepartment of Architecture and Design\u003C/a\u003E has acquired \nthe @ symbol into \u003Ca href=\"http://moma.org/collection/browse_results.php?object_id=134555\"\u003Eits collection\u003C/a\u003E. It is a momentous, elating \nacquisition that makes us all proud. But what does it mean, both in \nconceptual and in practical terms?......The acquisition of @ takes one more step. It relies on the assumption \nthat physical possession of an object as a requirement for an \nacquisition is no longer necessary, and therefore it sets curators free \nto tag the world and acknowledge things that \u201ccannot be had\u201d\u2014because \nthey are too big (buildings, Boeing 747\u2019s, satellites), or because they \nare in the air and belong to everybody and to no one, like the @\u2014as art \nobjects befitting MoMA\u2019s collection. The same criteria of quality, \nrelevance, and overall excellence shared by all objects in MoMA\u2019s \ncollection also apply to these entities."} <p>"MoMA’s <a href="http://www.moma.org/explore/collection/architecture_design">Department of Architecture and Design</a> has acquired the @ symbol into <a href="http://moma.org/collection/browse_results.php?object_id=134555">its collection</a>. It is a momentous, elating acquisition that makes us all proud. But what does it mean, both in conceptual and in practical terms?......The acquisition of @ takes one more step. It relies on the assumption that physical possession of an object as a requirement for an acquisition is no longer necessary, and therefore it sets curators free to tag the world and acknowledge things that “cannot be had”—because they are too big (buildings, Boeing 747’s, satellites), or because they are in the air and belong to everybody and to no one, like the @—as art objects befitting MoMA’s collection. The same criteria of quality, relevance, and overall excellence shared by all objects in MoMA’s collection also apply to these entities."</p>Sat, 03 Apr 2010 14:53:22 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/51634755/MoMA-s-Department-of-Architecture-and-Designurn:www-soup-io:1:51634755quote {"tags":[],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"Tonight I had to go to the barn to give the pony his medicine and so I put on my husband's tall rubber boots (that fit me perfectly because my feet are so large) and I walked through the evening and the bugs were so loud as if it was already summer but it's only the very beginning of April.\u00a0 And everything was soft and the hay smelt wonderful in the barn, and I could not see so I accidentally dumped the hay on the pony as I threw it over the stall. \u003Cbr /\u003EAnd then I went to the medicine, pulled back the syringe and filled it with air, and I pushed the air into the bottle and then I withdrew 3/4 tsp of the ace\u00a0 (which is yellow) and 3 grams of the white medicine (I cannot remember its name), and\u00a0 then I went into the stall held the pony's forelock, pushed my forefinger between his lips and pushed the syringes into his mouth. \u003Cbr /\u003EAnd as I walked back towards the lighted house, I winced as the boot bumped against my bruised shin (from where it hit the gate earlier today) and I knew again how borrowed this all was. The barn, the pony, the softness."} Tonight I had to go to the barn to give the pony his medicine and so I put on my husband's tall rubber boots (that fit me perfectly because my feet are so large) and I walked through the evening and the bugs were so loud as if it was already summer but it's only the very beginning of April.  And everything was soft and the hay smelt wonderful in the barn, and I could not see so I accidentally dumped the hay on the pony as I threw it over the stall. <br />And then I went to the medicine, pulled back the syringe and filled it with air, and I pushed the air into the bottle and then I withdrew 3/4 tsp of the ace  (which is yellow) and 3 grams of the white medicine (I cannot remember its name), and  then I went into the stall held the pony's forelock, pushed my forefinger between his lips and pushed the syringes into his mouth. <br />And as I walked back towards the lighted house, I winced as the boot bumped against my bruised shin (from where it hit the gate earlier today) and I knew again how borrowed this all was. The barn, the pony, the softness.Sat, 03 Apr 2010 02:31:48 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/51566334/Tonight-I-had-to-go-to-theurn:www-soup-io:1:51566334regular {"tags":[],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"Soup is an appropriate theme for this micro-blog as it seems to be soup outside. It has pretty much rained solidly for what feels like weeks now and with the overcast, foggy skies,\u00a0 it is becoming difficult to tell where the earth stops and the grey puddle of sky begins. \u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003EIt is winter Louisiana style. Not cold but very marshy and rather depressing nonetheless. "} Soup is an appropriate theme for this micro-blog as it seems to be soup outside. It has pretty much rained solidly for what feels like weeks now and with the overcast, foggy skies,  it is becoming difficult to tell where the earth stops and the grey puddle of sky begins. <br /><br />It is winter Louisiana style. Not cold but very marshy and rather depressing nonetheless. Tue, 15 Dec 2009 16:16:03 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/38042870/Soup-is-an-appropriate-theme-for-thisurn:www-soup-io:1:38042870regular {"tags":[],"type":"image","source":null,"body":null,"url":"http://3.asset.soup.io/asset/0309/4659_07f0.jpeg"} <p><a href=""><img alt="4659_07f0_400" height="3364" src="http://3.asset.soup.io/asset/0309/4659_07f0_400.jpeg" width="400" /></a></p> <p></p><p>[Reposted from <span class="user_container user43449" ><a class="" href="http://sosna.soup.io/post/18762388/Image"><span class="name">sosna</span></a></span> via <span class="user_container user192877" ><a class="" href="http://nuffsaid.soup.io/post/37467814/Image"><span class="name">nuffsaid</span></a></span>]</p>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 16:10:07 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/38042152/Imageurn:www-soup-io:1:38042152image {"tags":[],"type":"image","source":null,"body":null,"url":"http://9.asset.soup.io/asset/0568/3401_1cd4.gif"} <p><a href=""><img alt="3401_1cd4" height="188" src="http://9.asset.soup.io/asset/0568/3401_1cd4.gif" width="275" /></a></p> <p></p><p>[Reposted from <span class="user_container user153265" ><a class="" href="http://kfury.soup.io/post/36511439/Image"><span class="name">kfury</span></a></span>]</p>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 18:12:50 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/36586750/Imageurn:www-soup-io:1:36586750image {"tags":[],"type":"image","source":null,"body":null,"url":"http://7.asset.soup.io/asset/0558/5159_ba06.png"} <p><a href=""><img alt="5159_ba06_400" height="259" src="http://7.asset.soup.io/asset/0558/5159_ba06_400.png" width="400" /></a></p> <p></p>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 00:00:05 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35859188/Imageurn:www-soup-io:1:35859188image {"tags":[],"type":"quote","title":"Calder Kestrel at the dinner table with her Grandparents","source":null,"body":"\"Raise your hand. Who wants to dress me tonight?"} <p>""Raise your hand. Who wants to dress me tonight?"</p><p>&ndash;Calder Kestrel at the dinner table with her Grandparents</p>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 02:51:53 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35595635/Raise-your-hand-Who-wants-to-dressurn:www-soup-io:1:35595635quote {"tags":[],"type":"quote","title":" -Calder Kestrel","source":null,"body":"\"I love Auden. Happy Birthday to Auden.\"\u003Cbr /\u003E"} <p>""I love Auden. Happy Birthday to Auden."<br />"</p><p>&ndash; -Calder Kestrel</p>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 18:26:30 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35549147/I-love-Auden-Happy-Birthday-to-Audenurn:www-soup-io:1:35549147quote {"tags":[],"type":"quote","title":"Calder Kestrel in the produce section of Winn-Dixie","source":null,"body":"\"I am going to die someday, aren't I? When I get really, really old, I am going to die.\"\u003Cbr /\u003E\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0"} <p>""I am going to die someday, aren't I? When I get really, really old, I am going to die."<br />         "</p><p>&ndash;Calder Kestrel in the produce section of Winn-Dixie</p>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 18:25:32 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35549087/I-am-going-to-die-someday-arenturn:www-soup-io:1:35549087quote {"tags":[],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"\"I love Auden. Happy Birthday to Auden.\"\u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003E\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -Calder Kestrel"} "I love Auden. Happy Birthday to Auden."<br /><br />     -Calder KestrelMon, 23 Nov 2009 00:40:42 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35337950/I-love-Auden-Happy-Birthday-to-Audenurn:www-soup-io:1:35337950regular {"tags":["calder","auden","kids","home","quote"],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"\"Cookie! Auden. Cookie!\"\u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003EI made him come to the table by saying 'cookie'.\u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003E\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -Calder Kestrel explains how she tricked Auden to coming to the dinner table.\u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003E"} "Cookie! Auden. Cookie!"<br /><br />I made him come to the table by saying 'cookie'.<br /><br />    -Calder Kestrel explains how she tricked Auden to coming to the dinner table.<br /><br />Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:39:26 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35337887/Cookie-Auden-Cookieurn:www-soup-io:1:35337887regularcalderaudenkidshomequote {"tags":[],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"\"He's the baddest boy ever.\"\u003Cbr /\u003E\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u003Cbr /\u003E\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 --Calder Kestrel about her brother Auden\u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003E\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 "} "He's the baddest boy ever."<br />            <br />             --Calder Kestrel about her brother Auden<br /><br />      Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:19:36 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35336758/Hes-the-baddest-boy-everurn:www-soup-io:1:35336758regular {"tags":[],"type":"video","embedcode_or_url":"\u003Ca href=\"http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7445.The_Glass_Castle_A_Memoir\"\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1165613865m/7445.jpg\" alt=\"The Glass Castle: A Memoir\" /\u003E\u003C/a\u003E \u003Ca href=\"http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7445.The_Glass_Castle_A_Memoir\"\u003EThe Glass Castle: A Memoir\u003C/a\u003E by \u003Ca href=\"http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3275.Jeannette_Walls\"\u003EJeannette Walls\u003C/a\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003E\nMy rating: \u003Ca href=\"http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/78590260\"\u003E5 of 5 stars\u003C/a\u003E\nSuch an astounding memoir. You can't put it down until you turn the last page. The book reminded me of the The Liar's Club and much like Mary Karr, Walls writes so perfectly, so eloquently as her younger self.\n\n\u003Ca href=\"http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2968647-v-salisbury\"\u003EView all my reviews \u0026gt;\u0026gt;\u003C/a\u003E\n","source":null,"body":"The Glass Castle"} <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7445.The_Glass_Castle_A_Memoir"><img src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1165613865m/7445.jpg" alt="The Glass Castle: A Memoir" /></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7445.The_Glass_Castle_A_Memoir">The Glass Castle: A Memoir</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3275.Jeannette_Walls">Jeannette Walls</a><br /><br /> My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/78590260">5 of 5 stars</a> Such an astounding memoir. You can't put it down until you turn the last page. The book reminded me of the The Liar's Club and much like Mary Karr, Walls writes so perfectly, so eloquently as her younger self. <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2968647-v-salisbury">View all my reviews &gt;&gt;</a> The Glass CastleSun, 22 Nov 2009 19:48:49 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35315492/The-Glass-Castleurn:www-soup-io:1:35315492video {"tags":[],"type":"video","embedcode_or_url":"\u003Ca href=\"http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6146916.Daphne\"\u003E\u003Cimg src=\"http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51oGdN1C8AL._SX106_.jpg\" alt=\"Daphne\" /\u003E\u003C/a\u003E \u003Ca href=\"http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6146916.Daphne\"\u003EDaphne\u003C/a\u003E by \u003Ca href=\"http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/192087.Justine_Picardie\"\u003EJustine Picardie\u003C/a\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003E\n\nFor any and all Du Maurier, J.M. Barrie or Bronte fans, this book is an enjoyable, fictional romp\u2014\u2014 sort of The Hours meets Possession. \n\n\u003Ca href=\"http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2968647-vsalisbury\"\u003EView all my reviews \u0026gt;\u0026gt;\u003C/a\u003E\n","source":null,"body":"Review from Goodreads"} <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6146916.Daphne"><img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51oGdN1C8AL._SX106_.jpg" alt="Daphne" /></a> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6146916.Daphne">Daphne</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/192087.Justine_Picardie">Justine Picardie</a><br /><br /> For any and all Du Maurier, J.M. Barrie or Bronte fans, this book is an enjoyable, fictional romp—— sort of The Hours meets Possession. <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/2968647-vsalisbury">View all my reviews &gt;&gt;</a> Review from GoodreadsSun, 22 Nov 2009 03:26:46 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35245631/Review-from-Goodreadsurn:www-soup-io:1:35245631video {"tags":["books","jeanette walls"],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"I recently finished reading the Glass Castle, a memoir from Jeanette Walls published in 06 and I am so happy to discover that she has just published a novel (or what is called a True-Life novel) called Half Broke Horses.\u003Cbr /\u003E"} I recently finished reading the Glass Castle, a memoir from Jeanette Walls published in 06 and I am so happy to discover that she has just published a novel (or what is called a True-Life novel) called Half Broke Horses.<br />Sun, 22 Nov 2009 03:11:57 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35244915/I-recently-finished-reading-the-Glass-Castleurn:www-soup-io:1:35244915regularbooksjeanette walls {"tags":[],"type":"video","embedcode_or_url":"","source":null,"body":"The kids at play this past September"} The kids at play this past SeptemberSat, 21 Nov 2009 22:47:10 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35229115/The-kids-at-play-this-past-Septemberurn:www-soup-io:1:35229115video {"tags":[],"type":"image","source":null,"body":null,"url":"http://0.asset.soup.io/asset/0548/4176_ad69.png"} <p><a href=""><img alt="4176_ad69_400" height="258" src="http://0.asset.soup.io/asset/0548/4176_ad69_400.png" width="400" /></a></p> <p></p>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 21:44:33 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35224622/Imageurn:www-soup-io:1:35224622image {"tags":[],"type":"link","title":"VSalisbury's soup","source":"http://vsalisbury.soup.io/friends","body":null} <p><a href="http://vsalisbury.soup.io/friends">http://vsalisbury.soup.io/friends</a></p>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 21:09:20 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35221724/VSalisburys-soupurn:www-soup-io:1:35221724link {"tags":[],"type":"regular","title":null,"source":null,"body":"My cat is peering at me typing at the computer through the kitchen window right now. He likes to climb and can often be seen hanging onto a door frame or a tree limb by a claw or two.\u00a0 \u003Cbr /\u003E\u003Cbr /\u003EI used to have a theory that somewhere, somehow someone is probably watching you. And right now, Asha cat is proving me right."} My cat is peering at me typing at the computer through the kitchen window right now. He likes to climb and can often be seen hanging onto a door frame or a tree limb by a claw or two.  <br /><br />I used to have a theory that somewhere, somehow someone is probably watching you. And right now, Asha cat is proving me right.Sat, 21 Nov 2009 21:04:30 GMThttp://VictoriaCrosby.soup.io/post/35221382/My-cat-is-peering-at-me-typingurn:www-soup-io:1:35221382regular