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Not yet processed yet, so its not ready to be checked out, but we have The Mueller Report that was donated by a patron. It is in paperback form, and it is presented with an introduction and analysis by reporters from the Washington Post, Rosalind S. Helderman and Matt Zapotosky.

Now I like technology as much as the next person, although some of it I COULD do without. Dishwashers, clothes washers, remote controls (us kids were daddy’s remotes), cell phones are a convenience but if they disappeared tomorrow, that would be OK. Hand-held calculators, how I love them; first one I bought cost $70 and it could do only the four basic functions. All of this is leading up to drones. There is a grumpy old coot in California who shotgunned one because it kept flying over his house after repeated request to the dronee to stop. The Taliban or Al-Qaeda have subverted them to drop bombs or other things on innocent people. In C.J. Box’s latest book Wolf Pack, Joe Pickett is back on the job and has learned that a drone is killing wildlife. To add salt to the wound, the drone belongs to the wealthy, mysterious father whose son is dating Joe’s daughter, Lucy. When Joe confronts the drone operator, the FBI and DOJ wants him to back off. Well, if you have ever read any of Pickett’s adventures, you know he isn’t going to do so. Wolf Pack (F BOX) is available for checkout, over on the New Book shelf. You can find more of Box’s book back in the stacks.

Dumplin’ (F MUR) by Julie Murphy is a Texas, big-body girl loving self book. Willowdean Dickson, aka Dumplin’, has always been at home in her own skin. Her thoughts on having the ultimate bikini body? Put a bikini on your body. With her all-American beauty best friend, Ellen, by her side, things have always worked; until Will takes a job at Harpy’s, the local fast-food joint. There she meets Private School Bo, a hot former jock. Will isn’t surprised to find herself attracted to Bo. But she is surprised when he seems to like her back. Instead of finding new heights of self-assurance in her relationship with Bo, Will starts to doubt herself. So she sets out to take back her confidence by doing the most horrifying thing she can imagine: entering the Miss Clover City beauty pageant, along with several other unlikely candidates, to show the world that she deserves to be up there as much as any girl does.

The Tuscan Child (F BOW) by Rhys Bowen is another novel of WWII. In 1944, British bomber pilot Hugo Langley parachuted from his stricken plane into the verdant fields of German-occupied Tuscany. Badly wounded, he found refuge in a ruined monastery and in the arms of Sofia Bartoli. But the love that kindled between them was shaken by an irreversible betrayal. Nearly thirty years later, Hugo’s estranged daughter, Joanna, has returned home to the English countryside to arrange her father’s funeral. Among his personal effects is an unopened letter addressed to Sofia. In it is a startling revelation. Still dealing with the emotional wounds of her own personal trauma, Joanna embarks on a healing journey to Tuscany to understand her father’s history, and maybe come to understand herself as well.

I am writing this on Monday, the day after Mother’s day. Sunday, I went to the cemetery to visit mother (and daddy); took a hoe in case their graves needed to be neatened up after all this rain. After irritating the fire ants, scraping away the dead vegetation from the headstones, hoeing some weeds away from mother and daddy’s stones and Judi’s; I just stood there. It was a beautiful day, breeze was still cool, ‘blue skies, smilin’ at me, nothing but blue skies do I see’. It was also today that I heard that Laura Bush lost her mother on Friday, May 10th . Now she’s an orphan too. She’s an orphan in that she can’t call her mom anymore to ask a question about who married who, or when what happened. Or in my case, how to cook a particular dish that mother made so well. Or who is this unidentified person in this picture, because, you know, Mothers know everything. My mother was well known in library and post office circles; Laura’s was known in Midland as teaching a Bible class at FUMC for many years, was a naturalist and a homemaker.

Barbara Bush was a very different kettle of fish. As a girl in Rye, New York, Barbara Bush weathered criticism of her weight from her mother, barbs that left lifelong scars. As a young wife, she coped with the death of her three-year-old daughter from leukemia, a loss that changed her forever. In middle age, she grappled with depression so serious that she contemplated suicide. And as first the wife and then the mother of American presidents, she made history as the only woman to see and advise both her husband and son in the Oval Office. As with many women of her era, Barbara Bush was routinely underestimated, her contributions often neither recognized nor acknowledged. But she became an astute and trusted political campaign strategist and a beloved First Lady. She invested herself deeply in expanding literacy programs in America, played a critical role in the end of the Cold War, and led the way in demonstrating love and compassion to those with HIV/AIDS. With her cooperation, this book offers Barbara Bush’s last words for history on the evolution of her party, on the role of women, on Donald Trump, and on her family’s legacy. Read about Barbara Bush’s life and legacy in The Matriarch: Barbara Bush and the Making of an American Dynasty (B BUS) written with the full cooperation of Mrs. Bush during the last six months of her life by author Susan Page.

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