Friday, May 16, 2014

Mail Soup

I think my posts are more like open letters than simple posts. They often end up being confusing messes all a-jumble with side notes that should be included in individual letter, but what can I do? So,  here I am again with what I call mail soup. I'm actually working on a recipe. It should be more like nail soup. Remember the story? I'm curious. What would you add to make a great mail soup? Hold the thought until I write down my personal ingredients.  I have a feeling it will have a pinch of postage, a handful of "how are you," sheets of homemade pasta shaped like bow ties, sautéed synonyms, chopped . . . Hmm. It needs work. But good stock (paper) is key to all good soup!

Now. I went to B&N again. I want my FLOW! Wouldn't you know it? The one bookseller who comments on my frequent visits opened the door for me? He said, "Well, it's about time! I've only been holding this door open for you for about an hour!" I smiled, thanked him, and crossed the threshold to disappointment. There was no new FLOW, but I found Beverly Cleary's, Dear Mr. Henshaw. My favorite bookseller, Pam, is captain of childrens' books. She found it for me, and she recommended  The Meaning of Maggie. I like the cover. Thought it was another book about letters, but I blame all the pretties that remind me of writing letters and drawing, and mail art.

More on Dear Mr. Henshaw to follow but this is where I back track to FLOW. The copy I ordered has not come yet. Another disappointment although I know it is too soon to expect it. E-mail confirmation assures me that it is indeed on its way. The ladies at FLOW are very clever. They've named the paper in the BOOK FOR PAPER LOVERS. The names make me smile! Barefoot in the Grass Green! Can you imagine?!! It's ripe for an envelope!

Did this picture convince you to get the app? This issue is devoted to mail and mail art. I do like this layout. They want snail mail!

There's this. I ended my PostCrossing account a long while back. No regrets. I could not keep up with logging, sending and answering postcards, blogging and mail. Besides, letters are better. Except when you are so far behind you can't see your shadow.

Pam promised I'd read Dear Mr. Henshaw in a night, and she's right. I left off on page eighty-nine this afternoon. The story is about a young boy, Leigh Botts, who begins a relationship with his favorite author, Boyd Henshaw. Leigh's teacher is the catalyst. She gives her class a letter-writing assignment and things take off from there. Paul O. Zelinsky illustrates the story in pen and ink. Pen and ink! Anthony Bloch did the hand lettering. It's nice that everyone gets credit, including design, by R. Gordon.

Leigh writes: 

Dear Mr. Henshaw,

I wish somebody would stop stealing the good stuff out of my lunchbag. I guess I wish a lot of other things, too. I wish someday Dad and Bandit would pull up in front in the rig . . . Dad would yell out of the cab, "Come on, Leigh. Hop in and I'll give you a lift to school." 

Here's another kicker for me. Remember Delicious!, the epistolary book I'm reading? It's about food, and letters, and a mystery, too. Leigh might be unhappy and heartbroken but he has a mystery to solve as well. I want to know who's eating the goodness from his lunches. They're gifts from a caterer his mom works with. Leigh has to grow up, become a foodie along the way, and write great books!

And there's this. Bundles of letters! It's time to get back to Leigh though, so The Other Story has to wait. 


  1. Nice post! Out the door to Barnes & Noble now!

    1. Thank you. I think your comment is nice.

      Hope you find something special at B&N! :D

  2. Um, don't rush out and buy Delicious! Rent it from your local library if you want a light summer read. The payoff for me is the recipe at the end, but even that's iffy. The gingerbread recipe I use is delicious enough.