The BBRBF Book Club: Dracula

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You may or may not have noticed that the BBRBF Book Club took a bit of a break. With everything going on in all of our lives, reading the set books sort of slid to a backburner and we collectively agreed that instead of monthly, we will be doing a book every three months. This makes it easier on those of us who only post once or twice a week, and also gives me ample time to get books from our local library.

This month, since it’s close to Halloween, we decided to kick off the new plan with Dracula!

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The Botanist

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One of my biggest goals in the fall is to dress a little bit like a vintage librarian, or lady naturalist. There’s something about dressing in a perfectly 1950’s style but adding a slightly nerdy twist that really appeals to me. Perhaps it’s the fact that I am, by nature, a very feminine and yet also very nerdy person. I love full skirts and florals, lipstick and lace, and all things uber girly. And yet, I also love history and Doctor Who, and have an entire bookshelf overflowing with my collection of Lord of the Rings editions that all have different covers. I have an affinity for reading dictionaries and discovering new and interesting words, and am equally invested in putting together an outfit that is perfectly coordinated.

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Memories of a Farm Girl

When I was little, we lived on a farm. We didn’t have cows or pigs or goats or a vast field of wheat or corn, but it was a farm nonetheless with chickens and cats and dogs, and a big garden down below the house that grew a few rows of corn and tomatoes and string beans. And beside the house was a small orchard with plum trees and apple trees.

As a kid, I remember climbing those trees and being afraid of the bees that pollinating the flowers. I remember eating fruit that had fallen to the ground, or throwing it at the driveway where it smashed into pieces, or picking armfuls of apples to make freshly pressed cider in the fall.

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