The first book in Louise Penny’s mystery series is adored by anyone I’ve ever given it too. Pinecone Bookends with Still Life by Louise Penny. Don spends most of the novel scooting around town on his bike while he narrates the story. I looked this story about a man with Asperger’s on the hunt for the perfect wife. Whale Bookends with Moby Dick by Herman Melville of course! Moby Dick can be found for only $3 online, but we like the idea of giving a collectors edition of this classic.īicycle Bookends with The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion. It’s a beautiful tale by a favorite author. She wants a different life but she’s not sure if that’s possible. The Museum of Extraordinary Things features Cora, a performer in her father’s circus. Mermaid Bookends with The Museum of Extraordinary Things by Alice Hoffman. Pineapples are also a sign of welcome and hospitality in the south, so you might want to pair it with a coffee table or home decorating book too. Pineapple Bookends with Castle of Water by Dane Hucklebridge or any of the books on our Ultimate list of beach reads. Purchases made through links will result in a small commission to us at no cost to you. It’s the perfect gift combo for all year long. So, I thought I would round up all my favorites from Target AND suggest a book pairing to go with it. I gave her those bicycle bookends and a book I thought she would adore (The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo.) It made me so happy to think of her growing book collection being proudly displayed between the bookends. Not to mention, my beloved bicycle set are still there too! One of my favorite gifts I’ve ever given was a dear friend’s housewarming gift. One child wanted the taco set and the other was craving a hamburger one. I was shopping for a lamp the other day and stumbled upon a whole endcap of adorable bookends. My husband’s stepfather was a self-made man and a natty dresser my son would like to know if we come across any of his old silk pocket squares.OMG ya’ll, Target is killing the bookends game these days. What should we do with the tray printed with an image of Barack Obama’s birth certificate? Or the spoon rest in the shape of the figure in Edvard Munch’s painting “The Scream”? There’s a paisley shawl my sister-in-law wants because the grandparents used to wrap her son up in it when he napped. The process opens up a door into the past - her past, our family’s past, and glimpses into a wider world. It’s hard and we feel lucky that we get to do it. It’s being surrounded by her and at the same time having to confront her absence. Handling all of her stuff feels like an important ritual of mourning. She was there, my husband’s stepfather was there, some cousins, some friends. Here too in a kitchen drawer are some weird little rectangles of Lucite, which puzzle me until I look closer and see the faded ghosts of people’s names on them in her handwriting I realize they were place markers at some long-forgotten dinner party, probably from the 1980s. Here are programs and ticket stubs from plays she saw at the end of her life, when her short-term memory had faded, these items sparked conversations with her, and finding them again now makes us feel as though those conversations are continuing, at least a little bit. Here are books she bought as a teenager or young woman, with her name and the date written on each flyleaf. Here is a piece of art he made in third grade: he drew a picture of Mackey, the grumpy dog he and his mother got to replace his grumpy father after the divorce, and his mother sent the drawing away to be returned, excitingly, printed on a ceramic tile. I’m glad my mother-in-law didn’t do this. (Sister-in law will take.) Glass paperweight that always stood on her desk. (Keep a couple of planters and try once again this year to grow supposedly foolproof bulbs even though they always turn out either stunted and bloomless or etiolated and floppy.) Crumbling wicker garden furniture that her parents moved from house to house during the years when her father worked as an engineer building dams for the WPA. Ceramic planters that she used to fill every winter with paperwhite bulbs - I can still remember the sharp sweet smell of those flowers, when we would come into her house at Christmastime. Bookends shaped like the front of the Parthenon. Piano music dating back to her childhood. She had a thing for lizards and also for palm trees: what to do with the many lizard- or palm-tree-shaped shaped objects - table ornaments, candlesticks, costume-jewelry brooches and earrings - scattered throughout her apartment? (Give away.) Drawers full of cocktail napkins. So what do we do with the pink-and-white speckled Bennington loaf pan she used to make it in? (Keep it.) My mother-in-law hated to cook, but she made a mean meat loaf.
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