One of my most treasured gifts from my parents is a microscope...how nuts is that?
It's not nuts at all... you know I won't let you get away with a put-down statement like that! The young, wide-eyed, curious Journey inside of you overhears you saying she's nuts for loving her microscope-- and she is too young to know that you're "joking."
I did see Crimes and Misdemeanors, but I don't remember that part. I love flashbacks where we find out how things got to be the way they are.
I bought a children's book called "My Place" for myself and I absolutely love it. I think you would really like it.
Here's the description: "My Place is a wonderfully intimate history of Australia starting in 1988 and going back 200 years to 1788. Young readers learn its history by being told the story of one particular place by the generations of Australian children who have lived there. It is rich in detail, with maps that the successive generations of children have drawn."
The idea is that you start with today. There's a kid who describes her house, her friends, her life. Then you go back 100 years and meet the kid (again in the first person) who occupied that house then. Each chapter you go back another 100 years and meet the child who lived there, before there was a house, back farther and father, until you meet an aboriginal child who occupied that space with his family. The main continuity is a big tree. Each chapter has drawings, maps-- it is absolutely mesmerizing! I've read it from present to past and from past to present. It just does something to me to see those layers of history as they open to each other.
Re scent: my bf has put a lime tree in a pot on my patio. It is blooming and when I smelled the blooms I was instantly transported to West Palm Beach, Florida, where we lived for about six months when I was ~ age 4. I know there were lemon and lime trees all around us, because my late husband and I went back there in 1993 to see where I lived. By a very odd coincidence my little next door neighbor from back then, as an adult, had moved to the city where I now live (I had moved over 40 times since Florida) and he was friends with a girlfriend of mine. I connected with this guy and he gave me and my late H the directions to the house where I used to live in FL. His family had stayed there and he had in fact grown up next door. .
