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Author Archive: "Danielle"

Dirty Wow Wow, Part 5

Back from a brief hiatus, I bring you more tributes inspired by Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood. Let's start with the ferret called "Freddy."

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Freddy

Saki, my little companion cat, has several toys, few of which he favors, or even plays with. A gray mouse (pictured here), as well as a white mouse, are two that he likes to play with. But the one he loves the most is a striped ferret I'll call Freddy. When he gets a hold of it he seems to turn into a kitten again, a 17-pound kitten at that.

His two kitty friends, Moni & Loki, don't seem to have any such feelings towards their numerous toys. Saki, though, will dig Freddy the ferret from the bottom of the toy box to get to it. He purrs, sometimes with all four of his paws kneading, eyes squinting, when he has it in his mouth, and he will often generously offer me his ferret to show me just how much he loves me.
— K. R. W.


Dirty Wow Wow, Part 4

Hey there and welcome back to our tribute to the the book that has inspired Powell's staffers to share stories of their childhood "stuffies," Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood.

In Part 4 of our Dirty Wow Wow extravaganza, we present more of our staff's childhood friends:

Bear

Hello, my name is Bear. In my younger years, after sleeping comfortably with my person for a number of years, I was hidden in some closet, drawer or some other corner of the house, but no matter what, we had our own secret way of finding one another. After a while I was sent away for about 25 years and ended up in a house on the coast, until one day my first person walked in and saw me — I said that it was about time he found me again. So he took me to his home, had a sweater made for me (I think it looks very handsome) and I have been contented ever since.
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Songs without Words (Vintage Contemporaries)

Every once in a while a book comes along that is so astonishing you can't find words to articulate how you feel about it — instead you give away your copy and say, "Just read it." In this unnerving and utterly moving novel about the depth of women's friendships, Ann Packer delivers each poetic passage with a quiet force that reveals how meaningful the seemingly mundane facts of modern life really are.


Dirty Wow Wow, Part 3

More from our tribute to the the book that has inspired Powell's staffers to share stories of their childhood "stuffies" — Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood.

In Part 3 of our Dirty Wow Wow extravaganza, we present kids' team staff member Karen B. and her little friend Mousie:

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Mousie

I had a blue mouse named Mousie (that was her everyday name; her full name had to do with being the Queen of Blueberry Land, but the specifics are lost to me now). Mousie developed a discolored tummy from my childhood nosebleeds, and a squashed sideways nose from being hugged, suffocation style, to my chest all night long.

She had a blue flowered hat glued to her head, until I decided she needed more fashion versatility and my mother performed surgery to remove it. When the hat was taken away, there remained a good deal of hard, unsightly glue, which looked quite like a wound. Thus, Mousie went through a long recuperation period consisting of wet paper towels swaddling her

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Dirty Wow Wow, Part 2

A funny, little, heartwarming thing has been happening at the City of Books recently. Staffers have been inspired by the book Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood, and started sharing stories of their own fuzzy, ratty, stuffed friends.

Today, in Part 2 of our Dirty Wow Wow extravaganza, I give you Powell's employee Allen, of our sorting department, who shares his story of Mr. Bear.

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Mr. Bear

For the first few years of my life Mr. Bear protected me from the evil machinations of the dark things lurking under my big boy bed, and the Deda, a bloated, malicious pixie that lived in the scrap woodpile in my back yard. The Deda hated three-year-olds; Mr. Bear hated the Deda, and eventually destroyed it with his plastic paws. We were inseparable. Mr. Bear was even nearby during bath times, making sure that there were no sharks swimming beneath the suds, intent on pulling me down the drain.

Mr. Bear was eventually killed by slobber and teething and countless impromptu surgeries. He was laid

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Dirty Wow Wow

A funny, little, heartwarming thing has been happening at the City of Books recently. Staffers have been inspired by the book, Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood, and sharing their stories of their own fuzzy, ratty, stuffed friends.

I give you Powell's employee Gigi, who shares her tale and starts the thread.

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I so wish I had thought up the concept of the book Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories. The minute I opened it, I was writing my own additions to its pages in my head. I had lots of dirty wow wows when I was a kid. There was Backy Dacky, a blanket my grandmother made me, which started out bright pink and blue and was loved so hard it — he, he wasn't an it, he was a he — ended up faded to almost white, tattered and full of holes, with a blood stain from when I ran to him for safety after a bicycle incident. There was a Pooh Bear inexplicably made out of purple corduroy. ...


The Idiot Girl and the Flaming Tantrum of Death: Reflections on Revenge, Germophobia, and Laser Hair Removal

If you gave David Sedaris a sex change and about nine shots of tequila, you'd have Laurie Notaro. Not that she's a drinker, but she is the kind of fearless that most people need alcoholic fortification to be. Far from triggering a chortle, or even a giggle, Notaro makes you belly laugh, out loud, in inappropriate places. She articulates sentiments about life's absurd situations that we have all been too polite to say out loud, and I love her for it.


James Frey’s Bright Shiny Morning

It's rare that you have the opportunity to interview someone as notorious as James Frey. Whether you were a fan or reader of A Million Little Pieces, you couldn't escape the news of the Oprah endorsement or the subsequent drubbing Frey received on her program when it was revealed that parts of his memoir were embellished. After reading an early advance copy of his new novel Bright Shiny Morning, we couldn't wait to talk with him about it. It's a compelling book about hope and firmly establishes James Frey as the comeback kid of 2008. Kudos aside, our interview with Frey made for one of the most interesting conversations we have had in recent memory.


The Lost Dog

A subtle, complicated, literary mystery about a lost dog, but underneath is a portrait of obsession. Michelle de Kretser, author of The Hamilton Case, possesses literary gifts that make The Lost Dog truly extraordinary.


Belong to Me

Belong To Me is a portrait of suburban assimilation filled with heart, laughter, and recognition. Marisa de los Santos manages to write about the funny, awkward situations that so many of us have endured, while creating characters as real as your own next-door neighbors.


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