Provident Books...My New Discovery

By Julie Anne Thornton

During a run to pick up a five-buck pizza from the local Little Ceasar's Restaurant, I decide to take a small detour.

A charming new book store, Provident Books, recently opened up in our little town of Pleasant Grove, and I am anxious to browse its shelves to see what little gems it might offer.

My first discovery reveals the store's presence serves a dual purpose. Yes, it is clearly designed for those who love the written word, but it also provides a wonderful opportunity for the littler folk, something similar to "Mr. Magorium's Magic Emporium"; but on a much smaller scale.

Upon entering the store, I stand chatting for several minutes with the young lady running the front counter, who instructs me on the workings of the bookstore. Provident Books carries the most recent winners from the Whitney Awards.

For those who are not familiar, the Whitney Awards are given by a writing group titled LDStorytellers, which is headed by an established and successful LDS author Rachel Ann Nunes.

After talking with the store employee, I spend several minutes dilly-dallying between the bookcases. The shelves are sparse, but I find a novel I've been wanting to read.

For the last several weeks, I'd heard several people speak about a novel by Glenn Beck titled "The Christmas Sweater". From the tatters of different whisperings, I found myself anxious to read more about the man whose life was altered by a jumble of woven thread.

I pick up the lovely red-covered book and my phone rings. It's my husband...and he's hungry.
"Where are you?"
"I'm picking up the pizza." I answer with an obvious "duh" sound in my voice.
"Has the whole world decided on pizza tonight?"
A woman in a bookstore always has a plan. "BYU versus Utes dear, what else can you expect?"
"Ah!" He sighs with understanding and I smile to myself.
"I'll be there soon." I say sweetly.

I pay for my book, but the cheerful employee spends several more minutes informing me about the wonderful educational toys they carry, and just before I walk out the door she reminds me to enter their drawing to win a replica of Laban's sword. I chuckle at the prospect of bringing a metal sword home to my eight-year-old son--our health insurance is good, but not that good.

I give the girl at the counter one last smile before continuing on my way. I know the clock is ticking, along with it my husband's starving patience.

Little Caesar's is every bit as busy as I anticipated, and before long my cell phone's melodious tune floats from my pocket.
"Only minutes now." I reply to the grumble on the phone.
He does his best to remain cool, but I know he's teetering.

At last, I grab my pepperoni pizza, garlic breadsticks and two-liter of root beer. My mission is accomplished and it's time to return home. I arrive just in the nick of time, taking several safe steps back as my ravenous family attacks the warm meal.

All is well.

Of course, I still have yet to tell my husband I bought a new book today. But that can wait--till after dinner.

Twilight...Twice!

By Julie Anne Thornton

The clock continues to click down, until the time most Meyer fans have feverishly waited for...the arrival of "Twilight" to the big screen!

Earlier this week, I secured tickets from a friend of mine, who had a friend (still following?) who rented two screens at the local downtown theatre. I felt quite smug to be holding two coveted tickets for the Friday ten o'clock (in the morning, I might add) showing. I would be one of the first to witness Bella and Edward on film--Score!

But then...it gets even better. During a meeting with a friend who works in film, I was invited to join a group he has gathered together to attend tonight's midnight viewing of the movie--Double score!

Please excuse me if I sound like I'm gloating, but...well, I guess I am. It appears now, I will be viewing the long-awaited film tonight, as well as tomorrow morning. Which throws me into a triple grand slam, or slam dunk, or...whatever. I've never been much of a sports fan; except during the bittersweet era when Karl Malone and John Stockton were at their height. My heart has never fully recovered from the dissolution of the "Dynamic Duo".

Aside from bouncing orange balls, I'm looking forward to a fun-filled twenty-four hours of "Twilight" madness. My husband, however, is still somewhat perplexed in his efforts to understand the purpose of seeing the movie twice within ten hours of each other.

My response was persuasive and insightful. "Why not?"

Enough said. I am eager to see how Hollywood fares in bringing to life Meyer's compelling story. Will it hold the same tone? Will I still be amused by Bella's dry sarcasm and Edward's mouth-watering (no pun intended) appeal? Only time will tell.

So now I must wait, and watch the minutes on the clock move with agonizing slowness, counting the seconds as they creep closer, and closer to the midnight hour--the hour of vampires.

A Visit With Nunes

By Julie Anne Thornton

I was given, along with a larger group of women, an opportunity to attend a meeting in which Rachel Ann Nunes, a popular LDS author, was the keynote speaker. I'm grateful for the thoughts and message she shared. She spoke of believing in ourselves as women. She encouraged us to overcome our fears and make time, however small, to facilitate and strengthen our talents.

Following her talk, I was impressed with how she dealt with the group of inquiring women eagerly surrounding her. Mrs. Nunes carried herself with humility, graciousness and a down-to-earth sense of humor. She made no attempt to appear hurried or unavailable, as she lingered around the dessert table, munching down pumpkin roll and vanilla ice-cream.

I was able to steal a few minutes with Mrs. Nunes and tap into her repertoire of writing wisdom near the close of the evening. She shared a few practical ideas such as; write at least a thousand words two times a week, as well as; make sure to attend the Annual LDStoryteller's Conference in the Spring.

Even more important than word count and conferences, were the personal experiences Mrs. Nunes shared during our chat. She laughed as she described nursing her baby while she sat typing on her keyboard (the epitome of multi-tasking in my opinion). She also chuckled in explaining how her toddler would be scrambling up her back just as she was writing some of her novel's most important scenes.

One description she shared reverted to her imaginations as a young woman, and how she envisioned her life as a writer. She described herself as wearing a beautiful, white flowing dress and walking along the shores of a rocky seashore; feeling the sprays of the ocean against her barefoot toes. She would write when she felt inspired, and her works would create enough money to give her everything she ever dreamed.

Mrs. Nunes smiles now when she recounts this fanciful image, and smiles even wider when she proceeds to explain her life as the mother of six is infinitesimally more beautiful than walking alone barefoot by the sea.

The beauty of Mrs. Nunes' words, the true essence that left its impression on my heart, was her ability to remain centered in the dual world of motherhood and writing. She's managed to fill her divine role as a mother to its fullness, while still mastering her craft as a writer.

My conversation with Rachel Nunes reminded me that in our quest to adorn ourselves in the "flowing dress", let us remember to not lose perspective on those things that are of more eternal importance.