Well Look At You Turning Sixty Five And Shit

This beautifully designed customised Notebook Lined Notebook / journal will make the perfect birthday gift for you or who just turning 65th now. This is a journal lined notebook (lined front and back). Simple and elegant. 100 pages, high quality cover and (6 x 9) inches in size. Features - Unique design - Great for class, use as a journal, notebook, diary, planner, and much more - 100 ruled pages of lined paper - High-quality paper - Professionally designed thick cover - Perfect for gel, pen, ink, marker or pencils - 6" x 9" dimensions; portable size for home or traveling - Printed on White Paper - Perfect birthday gift for girls, women, men, mom, daughter.

Looking for the perfect gift for your Friend, Husband, Wife, Family Member's birthday? Hand over this well-crafted, quality notebook for school, uni, office, or home! suitable for scribbling notes, lessons, drawings, thoughts, ideas, quotes, prayers, and mantras. Features: 6 x 9 Inches Format 110 Pages Tough Paperback, Book Industry Quality Binding

The Unique Unlimted Notebook Birthday Gift A 120 pages Notebook featuring Vintage Birthday on a Matte-finish cover.Perfect gift for parents, gradparents, kids, boys, girls, youth and teens as a Classic journal gift. 120 pages 6''x9'' White-color paper Matte Finish Cover for an elegant look and feel

Coloring on many sarcastic quotes and pictures makes you relax and have fun. A humorous adult coloring book that will surely get a big laugh from your beloved birthday celebrant. Best birthday gift ideas for your friend, husband, wife, family member's birthday. Each book has 62 pages, there are blank pages in between designs to ensure that you are not coloring on the back of an image.

"Personally, I've got a lot invested in reaching my stunning current age, and I'm damned if I'm going to hang on to that youthful crap. (I liked the idea of being a sixty-year-old so much I started claiming that age before I turned fifty-nine.) Parts of it, I don't like--the loss of energy that seems its inevitable accompaniment, for example--but when I consider how I used to boil that energy away as a younger man, and the things I boiled it away on, I am happy to accept a shorter tether and a more reflective way of going at things." John Jerome, author of such beloved books as Truck and Stone Work, entered his sixty-fifth year with a number of goals in mind: to battle the debilities of age, to master them through understanding when he could not physically defeat them, and to keep a journal of these efforts. As he puts it, "It was time to start planning an endgame." The result is a warm, compassionate, and honest look at the twelve months that led him to the gateway of old age--a survey of this time of life which ranges from strict physiology to expansive philosophy, from delicate neurosurgery to rough weather on a Canadian canoeing trip, from the despair and isolation of illness to the love and comfort of a sound marriage. The writing, in its clarity, grace, and humor, matches its author's spirit. "The quality of our lives depends on the quality of our time," Jerome reminds us. Reading this wise and funny chronicle of one man's--and everyman's--journey toward citizenship, senior division, will be time well spent, for young and old alike. It is that rare kind of book which comes to life as a companion, and even a friend.

Tom “T” Walker, a 57-year-old businessman, knows better than to pick up a beautiful young woman hitchhiking with her dangerous-looking boyfriend, but he stops for them anyway. He’s been living alone, his life ruinously off course, in such utter isolation from everyone he has ever loved that he welcomes the company and the excitement. But as T finds himself pulled into the chaos of their world in a way he will barely survive, he comes to see his personal history and experiences in an altered and troubling light. Edward Falco brings stunning emotional depth and tense action to unforgettable characters as they journey through the mundane world to places where illusions fail and they must face their hidden selves.

From one of world literature’s most courageous voices, a novel about the human cost of China’s one-child policy through the lens of one rural family on the run from its reach Far away from the Chinese economic miracle, from the bright lights of Beijing and Shanghai, is a vast rural hinterland, where life goes on much as it has for generations, with one extraordinary difference: “normal” parents are permitted by the state to have only a single child. The Dark Road is the story of one such “normal” family—Meili, a young peasant woman; her husband, Kongzi, a village schoolteacher; and their daughter, Nannan. Kongzi is, according to family myth, a direct lineal descendant of Confucius, and he is haunted by the imperative to carry on the family name by having a son. And so Meili becomes pregnant again without state permission, and when local family planning officials launch a new wave of crackdowns, the family makes the radical decision to leave its village and set out on a small, rickety houseboat down the Yangtze River. Theirs is a dark road, and tragedy awaits them, and horror, but also the fierce beauty born of courageous resistance to injustice and inhumanity. The Dark Road is a haunting and indelible portrait of the tragedies befalling women and families at the hands of China’s one-child policy and of the human spirit’s capacity to endure even the most brutal cruelty. While Ma Jian wrote The Dark Road, he traveled through the rural backwaters of southwestern China to see how the state enforced the one-child policy far from the outside world’s prying eyes. He met local women who had been seized from their homes and forced to undergo abortions or sterilization in the policy’s name; and on the Yangtze River, he lived among fugitive couples who had gone on the run so they could have more children, that most fundamental of human rights. Like all of Ma Jian’s novels, The Dark Road is also a celebration of the life force, of the often comically stubborn resilience of man’s most basic instincts.