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New Materials for September


Guinness World Records 2018 (Oversize)

Unbelievable: My Front-Row Seat to the Craziest Campaign in American History, Katy Tur

Patient Safety Survival Guide: How to Protect Yourself and Others from Medical Errors, Gretchen Watson

Putting Food By, Stephen Schmidt

Dear Fahrenheit 451: Love and Heartbreak in The Stacks, Annie Spence

Martha Stewart’s Slow Cooker: 110 Recipes (including desserts!), Plus Test-Kitchen Tips and Strategies

No Vacancy: the Rise, Demise, and Reprise of America’s Motels, Mark Okrant

Why Buddhism is True: the Science and Philosophy of Meditation and Enlightenment, Robert     Wright



Down a Dark Road, Linda Castillo (lg. print)

Don’t Let Go, Harlan Coben

Robert B. Parker’s the Hangman’s Sonnet, Reed Farrel Coleman

The Café by the Sea: a Novel, Jenny Colgan

Enigma, Catherine Coulter

The Romanov Ransom: a Sam and Remi Fargo Adventure, Clive Cussler

The Child Finder: a Novel, Rene Denfeld

Knife Creek, Paul Doiron

The Vengeance of Mothers: the Journals of Margaret Kelly & Molly McGill, Jim Fergus

A Column of Fire, Ken Follett

Love and Other Consolation Prizes: a Novel, Jamie Ford

Rizzoli & Isles: I Know a Secret: a Novel, Tess Gerritsen

The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Victor Hugo

The Almost Sisters, Joshilyn Jackson

Proof of Life: a J.P. Beaumont Novel, Judith A. Jance

The Western Star, Craig Johnson

To Be Where You Are, Jan Karon

The Curiosity, Stephen P. Kiernan

The Hummingbird, Stephen P. Kiernan

A Legacy of Spies, John Le Carre

Firstborn, Tosca Moon Lee (lg. print)

The Proving, Beverly Lewis

The Unquiet Grave: a Novel, Sharyn McCrumb

The Burning Girl: a Novel, Claire Messud

Need to Know, Fern Michaels

Caroline:  Little House, Revisited, Sarah Elizabeth Miller

Enemy of the State: a Mitch Rapp Novel, Kyle Mills

Murder at the Grands: a Kary Turnell Mystery,  Mark Okrant

Death by Lobster: a Kary Turnell Mystery, Mark Okrant

Whacked: a Kary Turnell Mystery, Mark Okrant

George and Lizzie: a Novel, Nancy Pearl

Class Houses: a Novel, Louise Penny

The Essex Serpent: a Novel, Nancy Pearl

Secrets in Death: an Eve Dallas Novel, J.D. Robb

Apprentice in Death, J.D. Robb

The Hollow, Nora Roberts

Death in Disguise: a Monika Paniatowski Mystery,

Sally Spencer

The Hidden, a Monika Paniatowski Mystery, Sally Spencer

The Right Time: a Novel, Danielle Steel

My Absolute Darling, Gabriel Tallent

The Red Hunter, Lisa Unger



What Happened, Hillary Rodham Clinton

The Woman Who Smashed Codes:  A True Story of Love, Spies, and the Unlikely Heroine Who Outwitted America’s Enemies, Jason       Fagone



Diary of a Wimpy Kid, the Long Haul

Ghost in the Shell

Homeland: The Complete Fourth Season

The Lion King

Megan Leavey

A United Kingdom

The Zookeeper’s Wife



Penguins Love Colors, Sarah Aspinall

Baabwaa and Wooliam, David Elliott

All the Way to Havana, Margarita Engle

The Mouse House, Poppy Green

A Surprise Visitor, Poppy Green

The Magic Rings,  Paula Harrison

The Snow Jewel, Paula Harrison

The Storm Dragon, Paula Harrison

The Sky Unicorn, Paula Harrison

Marigold Bakes a Cake, Mike Malbrough

Amy Snowycoat’s Daring Dive, Daisy Meadows

Emma Littleleap Takes A Chance, Daisy Meadows

Freya Snufflenose’s Lost Laugh, Daisy Meadows

Lola Fluffywhiskers Pops Up, Daisy Meadows

Phoebe Paddlefoot Makes a Splash, Daisy    Meadows

Joe and Sparky, Party Animals! Jamie Michalak

Kiss It Better, Smriti Prasadam-Halls

Creepy Pair of Underwear! Aaron Reynolds

Nerdy Birdy Tweets, Aaron Reynolds

Where Do Steam Trains Sleep at Night? Brianna Caplan Sayres

Autumn Hide-and Squeak, Steve Wilson

Tea With Oliver, Mika Song



Baby Skunks, Megan Borgert-Spaniol

Different Cultures, Rebecca Pettiford

Different Families, Rebecca Pettiford



Armenia, Sakina Dhilawala

Ukraine, Volodymyr Bassis

The Care and Keeping of You 2: the Body Book for Older Girls, Cara Familian Natterson

Guy Stuff, the Body Book for Boys, Cara Familian Natterson

Tahiti, Roseline NgCheong-Lum

Algeria/ Falaq Kagda & Zawiah Abdul Latif, Falaq Kagda

Luxembourg, Patricia Sheehan



Dragon’s Breath, E. D. Baker

The Frog Princess, Book One, in the Tales of The Frog Princess, E.D. Baker

 No Place for Magic, E. D. Baker

Once Upson a Curse, E. D. Baker

The Princess and the Pearl, E. D. Baker

Runaway Pony, Kristin Earhart

Finding Luck, Kristin Earhart

The List, Patricia Forde

Marvel Captain America: the Winter Soldier, Alexander Irvine

All’s Faire in Middle School, Victoria Jamieson

Quest for the Golden Arrow, Carrie Jones

A Forever Friend, Judy Katschke

Pony Swim, Judy Katschke

Teacher’s Pet, Judy Katschke

Confessions from the Principal’s Kid, Robin Mellom

The Stars Beneath our Feet, David Barclay Moore

Dog Man: a Tale of Two Kitties, Dav Pilkey (Graphic)

I Survived the American Revolution, 1776, Lauren Tarshis

The Glass Town Game, Catherynne M. Valente

Wild Bird, Wendelin Van Draanen

The Mystery of the Screech Owl, Gertrude Chandler Warner

The Song of Glory and Ghost, Nathan D. Wilson

Calling on Dragons, Patricia C. Wrede

Talking to Dragons, Patricia C. Wrede



All In: a Naturals Novel, Jennifer Barnes

Bad Blood, Jennifer Barnes

The Final Spark, Richard Paul Evans

Tower of Dawn, Sarah J. Maas

The Gauntlet, Megan Shepherd

The Epic Crush of Genie Lo, F. C. Yee



Downloadable Audio Books and Ebooks

Patrons of the Epsom Public Library may access and download audio books and ebooks from the New Hampshire State Library at Prior to checking out, the patron must call the Epsom Library for its code to be used with their library card number. This is a free service.

Reviewers Wanted


Have you read a book or seen a movie that has left a definite impression on you? The library is looking for patrons who would be willing to write a review for our newsletters. If you are interested or have questions, please check with Nancy or Maggie. Patrons now have the opportunity to receive notices, newsletters, and other information from the library via e-mail. The staff will be asking patrons if they would be agreeable to provide their e-mail address.

Kindles at the Library

The Library has six Kindles which may be loaned to patrons. They may be loaned for three weeks. Patrons must be 18 years of age or older and sign an agreement before borrowing an eReader.

Reserve and Renew From the Library’s Website

 You can reserve and renew books from home.  Just go to the library’s website, Click on the Online Resources. Under Card Catalog click to search.  Log on in the upper right hand corner of the catalog, USERNAME is your last name, PIN is your library card number.


Today’s best-seller lists are dominated by series fiction.  Almost every popular author has created a series character, each with a loyal following.  A series may be only two or three books or twenty books, as long as they are the same character. is the premier online guide to series fiction.  It is one of the most helpful and widely-used databases for readers.  You can search it by author, title, character, location, subject, and keyword.  It includes only adult series novels.  If your favorite author writes a series of books with continuing characters, you will find them at this site.

To utilize the website, simply go to and click on the Esequels link.  When asked for a password, enter 03234 plus your library card number.  The final number, however, must be nine (9) digits, so if your card number is less than four digits, place as many zeroes as needed before your library number.  For example, if your library number were 134, the final number you would enter is 032340134.

Weeding Out!

To make room on our shelves for new books, we occasionally “weed out: books that have not seen much usage.  Generally, the books are added to our semi-annual sales.  We are trying something new – displaying the book on a cart down the hall near the rest rooms.  Take a look and “help yourself.”  Money donations would be accepted towards the purchase of new books

Check out the new look for the Epsom Historical Association website

“Revenge” by Mort Glazer


           I first met Jacob in the late 1940’s when he was visiting his Aunt Sadie in Brookline, MA.  My family lived next door to Sadie, and our homes were set on the highest point of Brookline with a view towards Boston, Cambridge, and beyond.  Sadie was a warm and lovely lady, who had the terribly tragic misfortune to lose both her sons and their wives, along with 488 others, in Boston’s Cocoanut Grove fire, on November 28, 1942.  With the exception of paying the usual respects, the neighborhood left her and her remaining two children to their private grief.

            I began to notice that at least two weekends a month, an extended family would visit, one of whom was Jacob, along with who I assumed were his grandparents.  He would enter his aunt’s home, and usually ten minutes later, he would emerge with a glove and tennis ball and start playing stoop ball with himself against the stairs.  Although he was short for his age, and stocky from the waist down, with a rather large rear end, his hands were very quick, and very few balls got by him.  Within ten minutes, his grandfather would come outside and shoo him away, complaining that he was driving everyone in the house crazy.  So Jacob would go out in the middle of the street and toss the ball as high as he could and then run under it as if he were an outfielder.  I use the word “run” loosely, as he was extremely slow, but he was able to make these circus catches nevertheless.

            One Sunday, I decided to introduce myself to him and came out with my glove and asked if he would like to play catch.  So we threw the ball back and forth or played grounders.  He caught everything within his limited range, but if any ball did get past him or, God forbid, he made an error, he would get red in the face, angry with himself, and then we would resume play, as if to him it were life and death.  The balls he would throw to me became harder and eventually out of my range entirely, although I was reasonably fast and had good hand-eye coordination.  His face was always twitching, either his eyebrows going up and down or eyes blinking.  The more irate he became, the more he twitched, and occasionally he made squeaky noises.

            This went on for over a couple of months on the Sundays he would visit, and on one hot August day we finally sat down under a shaded tree and had our first conversation. He was 13-years-old at the time, I guess, and I was going on 17.  I asked him why he always came with his grandparents, and he said his grandparents were dead.  “Those are my parents.  I was a change-of-life child.  It was a mistake.”

            I asked why he twitched, which set off a series of tics even worse, and he said he remembered they started when he was around five after he stepped on a broken milk bottle while walking barefoot in the woods.  He was rushed to the hospital and screamed at the doctor not to cut his off his leg. He threw up, and the doctor was “pissed,” he said.  He’d had the tics ever since, and the kids at school were always making fun of him.

            They had plenty of ammunition.  I was short, chubby, and a Jew.  I think we were the only Jews in Charlestown, and my father owned a junkyard there, and no one was going to make him move because he was a Jew.  Some of these kids were in my class, and I was smarter than all of them put together, and I used to piss them off when I raised my hand to answer a question they were too stupid to know.  So they began to wait for me after school.  But I knew every exit, which they couldn’t cover since there were only eight of them usually, and they preferred to stick together as a group. You won’t find many bullies that’ll attack without friends around.  So I would escape through one of the exits; however, they would have lookouts, and although I was able to get home safely most of the time (knowing every backyard between my home and school) they would sometimes catch me and surround me in a circle.  They would shout, “Jakey, the fat Jewboy.  What’s with the crazy face, you filthy Jew?” Stuff like that. My only defense was to act like I was crazy and charge at one of them, and he would run away, cause I could never catch anyone.  Then they would make a circle again, and the same thing would be repeated, until they got tired.

            I told my father about it, and he says to me, “Don’t be a coward.  Fight them” I said there were too many.  So, what does my father do? He goes out and buys me boxing gloves.  What, am I going to take my boxing gloves to school?  I got three older sisters, and no brother, so I’m alone.  No brother – no nothing. This went on from the third through the sixth grade, and I could never get my hands on one of them. 

            Over the course of many Sundays, he told me more stories about this guy named George Harrison, an older kid that would wait in doorways for him to walk by.  This guy was tall and lean with a face like a wolf.  I’d be walking along,  then suddenly from behind I would feel someone’s fingers wrapped around my throat, and he would say, “It’s time to die, Jew!” or he would grab my arm and twist it behind my back.  He had this sick laugh.  I was never so scared in all my life. I screamed that my big brother would kill him, and he would punch me hard and run. Then after about a year it suddenly stopped, and I never saw him again.

            Many years later, we met for lunch, and he told me he had decided to confront Harrison.  Jacob was then in his early 20’s and running his father’s junkyard, never having finished college or heading off to a profession. He said that one day he started thinking about Harrison and was determined to have it out with him once and for all.  He knew where he lived, but first he went out and bought a knife and hid it in his pocket.  He knocked on Harrison’s door, not knowing if he still lived there, and a woman answered.  When he asked if George Harrison lived there, she laughed and said, “He’s safely away.  He’s in Walpole State Prison, thank goodness, serving a life sentence for murder and armed robber.  Jeez, I wanted to stick a knife in him so bad.  I guess I was lucky he wasn’t there, but, you know? The shame, humiliation, and hate are still there, eating me up.

            Whenever we met for lunch throughout the 50’s and even into the 60’s, his childhood was still very close to the surface.  He wasn’t the fat, undersized kid anymore; he was muscular from physical labor, with grime embedded in his fingers.  He had been in the army reserves as an infantryman in 1962 and didn’t look like a guy one would want to take on.  In 1964 he married a girl named Miriam, and I was an usher at his wedding.  She was a school teacher and very much in love with him.  They had a son in April of 1967, and I went to his son’s briss, and that was the last time I ever saw Jacob.

            Some time in May of 1967, when war between Israel and the Arab nations seemed inevitable, Jacob and some of his friends left to go to Israel to fight, despite Miriam’s stricken hysteria and his heartbroken parents.  When the Six Day War started on June 5th, one of his friends took a picture of him heading to the front in a truck with other soldiers, all in uniform and shouldering or carrying weapons.  Standing next to Jacob was an older tall, blond, broad-chested soldier with his arm around Jacob, just like the big brother he’d always wanted. Jacob was beaming.

            Jacob died from a gunshot in that war, and I sometimes wonder if, before he died, he saw  in the enemy the faces of those kids who had picked on him, and was charging them . . . trying to catch them . . .finally, at long last exorcising the shame.



(We invite patrons to write a book or movie review or an essay relating to some literature.    Our guest writer this month is Mort Glazer.)

                When I was 14 years old, I got fixed up with Sheila Mendlebaum from Revere.  It was my first date, and a blind one at that.  The story about Sheila was that she was “built.”  I had a pretty good idea what that meant, having three older sisters, but I had never experienced meeting such a girl strictly on my own.  We spoke on the phone and arranged a meeting at her home on Shirley Avenue, near Bell Circle and the Wonderland Dog Track for the following Friday. 

            It took me about an hour and a half to get to her home by public transportation from Somerville.  Like most of the blue collar cities around the eastern or northern outskirts of Boston, Shirley Avenue was lined on both sides with two-family wooden shingled homes knitted close together.

            It was a warm spring evening, and there was a noticeable odor of salty, fetid air from the beach nearby.  I rang the bell, and a large, hirsute man opened the door and glared at me.  No “hello,” or anything that suggested he was pleased to see me.  He just simply turned, leaving the door open, and I followed him into the parlor.  He said, “Sit.”  There was a large sofa and two over-stuffed chairs. 

I sat in one of them.  A moment later, Sheila and father entered the room.

            I got up and said, “Hello,” my eyes immediately zeroing in on the “built” part of her anatomy.  The rumors were true.  However, she was also quite built in every other respect.  (I could hear my fix-up buddies laughing their heads off.)

            Mr. Mendlebaum said, “I will be leaving for a while, but I’ll be back soon, (stressing the words “back” and “soon.”  Actually, every word was fraught with threat accompanied by his menacing glare.

            Sheila and I were alone.  She sat on the couch facing me, and we chatted aimlessly, but I was thinking about how long I would have to stay there before it was sufficiently polite to get up and get out.  Sheila said to me, “Why don’t you come over and sit next to me on the couch?”  I answered, “Okay, but I can’t stay very long, just for a few minutes.”  Her huge arm was beckoning me, and I dragged my feet over and sat as far away as possible from her.  I could sense her sliding over in my direction, as the couch began to tip slightly. 

            The next thing I remember is being crushed and having a life-and-death wrestling match.  She had me pinned, but I found a miraculous burst of strength and threw her off, and raced out of the room.  I could hear her screaming, “I hate myself! I hate myself!”

            All the way home on the dreary busses, I felt guilt-stricken, and when

I got there, I spilled the whole story to my sister, especially the “I hate myself” part and how bad I felt for her.  My sister suggested that I write her a nice letter of apology.



            At that time I was a voracious reader of all the Mickey Spillane books, featuring Mike Hammer, Private Eye.  The lesson drilled into me by my teachers was always to look up any word in the dictionary that I didn’t understand.  I remembered Hammer’s referring to some woman as “voluptuous” and had looked it up.  So, in my letter to Sheila, I said that although the evening had ended badly, I still thought that she was “voluptuous looking”, which word I assumed she would know or learn and then conclude that, in my opinion, she was alluring in a rotund sort of way.  I guess today the word “Reubenesque” would be more appropriate.

            Two weeks go by, and I arrive home from school.  No sooner am I in the front door than I am met by my father, who, at 4 feet 11 inches, can seem like ten feet when he’s mad.  “Come with me,” he said.  There in the parlor, with the white sheets removed from the couches and chairs, were Mr. Mendlebaum and his daughter, Sheila, along with my mother, looking especially ticked off. 

            Mr. Mendlebaum had my letter in his fist.  “Did you write this letter to my daughter?” (He had his usual ready-to-kill expression on his face.)  I nodded.  “How dare you call my daughter that word.”  “What,

word?” I asked.  “Voluptuous,” he shouted.  I argued that I was being complimentary to her!  At that point, my mother shoved the Merriam-Webster dictionary into my hands, with the page turned to where the definition of voluptuous was found, and I was ordered to read it aloud in its entirety, including all the secondary meanings.  I guess from her

father’s interpretation, I was calling her a tart.  (Hey, I thought, if the shoe fits. . .)

            “Now,” said red-faced Mr. Mendlebaum, “I want you to apologize to my daughter and promise that you will never use that word again in a letter.”  By this time, my mother and father had the same expression of contempt on their faces as Mr. Mendlebaum.  (Sheila, by the way, was grinning broadly.)  “Okay, okay,” I promised.

            Everyone got up, and the men shook hands, (leaving my mother’s sponge cake untouched, not helping her mood any.)  As the Mendlebaums were leaving, Sheila turned to me and mouthed the words:  “Call me.”





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October 2017 Trustees Meeting Minutes – Draft


Library Trustee Meeting            October 2, 2017

Attendees: Robert Paine, Nancy Claris, Carole Brown, Celeste Decker, Virginia Drew

Secretary’s Report: The September 2017 minutes were distributed and reviewed. Bob made a motion to accept the minutes and Carole seconded. All in favor.

Treasurer’s Report: The Treasurer’s report for September was reviewed and Bob made a motion to file for audit. Celeste seconded the motion and all were in favor. Trustees will discuss Treasurer’s report in more detail with Dodie in preparation for budget presentation to Board of Selectmen (see below).

Director’s Report: Nancy reported that a memorial gift of $375 was given to the Library in memory of Christina van Horne. Discussion ensued regarding how to spend the gift. Trustees discussed the possibility of a painting to hang in the small meeting room. Nancy will talk to Lee English about a painting or for suggestions regarding local artists. Trustees also discussed hanging old photographs in Library.

Nancy reminded Trustees that EPL is hosting an event for NHLTA on 10/25 at 7pm. The topic will be on hiring new library directors. Nancy encouraged Trustees to attend if possible.

Old Business: Bob made a motion to approve the $900 extra for water project. Carole seconded. Trustees discussed projects that are currently underway, noting that the water project is taking longer than expected due to hitting ledge and rubble material. Bob also noted the well line runs under the Library building and needs to go through the foundation and will take time. Bob noted that there has not been discussion about any further additional costs and Trustees are hopeful that there will be no additional costs. Trustees reviewed financial arrangements for improvement projects and it was noted that the outside of the building is typically a Town expense. In this case, the Trustees made the decision to assist with improvements that would benefit the community.  The walkway has not been paved yet, but Bob is expecting that the road agent will have it taken care of shortly.

Trustees discussed the budget with Dodie in preparation for presentation to BOS. Bob reviewed proposed changes with Dodie, who agreed that water line should be at least $70/quarter. Dodie will update the spreadsheet and email to Nancy prior to meeting with Selectmen. Trustees also discussed the need for a chair rail in the small meeting room and the children’s craft room. Said expenses will come out of the maintenance line.

New Business: Bob invited Mary Frambach, the budget committee liaison for the Library, to attend the next Trustees meeting. Also, Trustees would like to schedule Tim Paterson for 11/3 to do another Civil War presentation. Possible topics were discussed, including: Life of the Civil War Soldier and Impact of the War on Civilians. Bob will discuss date and topic with Tim and ask for a blurb to put in newsletter.

Trustees discussed the upcoming volunteer appreciation dinner to be held at Nancy’s. The menu will be casseroles the year and Trustees will sign up for what they will be bringing at next meeting. Bob will help Nancy with invitations, to be mailed the last week of October.

Virginia reported on mugs for volunteer appreciation and new patron gifts and noted mugs were more expensive than expected. Trustees agreed to do mugs for volunteer gift but may reconsider new patron gift. Virginia agreed to pursue less expensive price options and a photo for the mug was agreed upon.

There was discussion regarding maintenance of the old library furnace. Nancy agreed to contact the Town office to inquire who they use and will make arrangements to schedule the necessary maintenance.

Other Business:

Library Trustees are scheduled to present their budget to Board of Selectmen on 10/9 at 6pm.

Next regular meeting scheduled for: Monday November 6, 2017 @ 6:30 pm.

Submitted: Celeste Decker