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Mary Ann Shaffer Biography

Mary Ann Shaffer (December 13, 1934 – February 16, 2008) was an American writer, editor, librarian, and a bookshop worker. She is noted for her posthumously published work The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, which she wrote with her niece, Annie Barrows.

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Women like poetry. A soft word in their ears and they melt - a grease spot on the grass.

Ears, Grass, Grease, Like, Soft

I much prefer whining to counting my blessings.

Blessing, Blessings, Counting, Prefer, Whining

After all, what's good enough for Austen ought to be good enough for anyone.

Austen, Be Good, Enough, Good, Good Enough, Ought

Then i imagined a lifetime of having to cry to get him to be kind, and I went back to no again.

Back, Be Kind, Cry, Kind

I hope, too, that my book will illuminate my belief that love of art - be it poetry, storytelling, painting, sculpture, or music - enables people to transcend any barrier man has yet devised.

Art, Book, Man, Men, People

It was amazing to me then, and still is, that so many people who wander into bookshops don't really know what they're after--they only want to look around and hope to see a book that will strike their fancy. And then, being bright enough not to trust the publisher's blurb, they will ask the book clerk the three questions: (1) What is it about? (2) Have you read it? (3) Was it any good?

Ask, Book, Clerks, People, Three, Wander

Isn't that something-to know your own soul by hearsay, instead of its own tidings? Why should I let a preacher tell me if I had one or not? If I could believe I hada soul, all by myself, then I could listen to its tidings all by myself.

Believe, Know, Listen, Should, Soul, Tidings

Do you suppose the St. Swithin's furnace-man was my one true love? Since I never spoke to him, it seems unlikely, but at least it was a passion unscathed by disappointment.

Disappointment, Love, Passion, Spoke, True, Unlikely

Humour is the best way to make the unbearable bearable.

Humour, Unbearable, Way

We read books, talked books, argued over books and became dearer and dearer to one another.

Argued, Became, Book, Books, Dearer, Talked

When I got up this morning the sea was full of sun pennies - and now it all seems to be covered in lemon scrim. Writers ought to live far inland or next to the city dump, if they are ever to get any work one. Or perhaps they need to be stronger-minded than I am.

Dump, Full, Morning, Pennies, Sea, Writing

What on earth did you say to Isola? She stopped in on her way to pick up Pride and Prejudice and to berate me for never telling her about Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Why hadn't she known there were better love stories around? Stories not riddled with ill-adjusted men, anguish, death and graveyards!

Isola, Men, Prejudice, Pride, Stopped, Stories

All my life I thought that the story was over when the hero and heroine were safely engaged -- after all, what's good enough for Jane Austen ought to be good enough for anyone. But it's a lie. The story is about to begin, and every day will be a new piece of the plot.

Begin, Good, Hero, Love, Lying, Plot

Miss X has always been a ditherer -- she was a ten month baby and has not improved in any material way since then.

Baby, Material, Miss, Missing, Ten, Way

Treat a dog right and he'll treat you right. . . . Cats is different, but I never held it against them.

Against, Cat, Different, Dog, Treat

Light griefs are loquacious, but the great are dumb.

Dumb, Grief, Griefs, Light, Loquacious

In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown

Bad Mood, Gold, Hair, Mousy

People don't know how chickens can turn on you, but they can -- just like mad dogs.

Dog, Dogs, Like, Mad, People

Have you ever noticed that when your mind is awakened or drawn to someone new, that person's name suddenly pops up everywhere you go? My friend Sophie calls it coincidence, and Mr. Simpless, my parson friend, calls it Grace. He thinks that if one cares deeply about someone or something new one throws a kind of energy out into the world, and "fruitfulness" is drawn in.

Cares, Coincidence, Grace, Names, Noticed, Thinking

Because there is nothing I would rather do than rummage through bookshops, I went at once to Hastings & Sons Bookshop upon receiving your letter. I have gone to them for years, always finding the one book I wanted - and then three more I hadn't known I wanted.

Book, Finding The One, Gone, Known, Son, Sons

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