I confess I am often on an unrequited quest to impress my daughters with my technical know-how, my online savvy, and my never-ending recommendations for books.

Old newspapers are fun to browse. Read the front page of one and you’ll find “Twittering” is not just a present day phenomenon.

This summer I overdosed on mysteries, one right after another. I could not stop. Obsessive compulsive disorder? The weather made me do it!

Investment is what happens behind the scenes while we aren’t looking.

It all started with the car window that wouldn’t close. My kids make fun of my minivan, which I’ve defended to the last dent. Until, that is, I tried to raise the passenger window on a recent Monday morning and it wouldn’t budge.

The hot days of August are a perfect time to fall in love with a book. Summer days and vacations just beg for a good book and, if you are lucky, your vacation will eventually be defined by the book you were reading at the time.

“Everyone’s doing it!” I’d been told. And so, a year or so ago I decided it was time to tweet and I signed up for an account on Twitter.com.

It’s a bird … it’s a plane … No! It’s a book! And it’s on its way to your library.

Weekday, a.m. Library has not opened yet.

I’ll argue that my husband had been aptly warned when he married me in 2007. His bride is a somewhat nomadic woman who loves New York City more than any hometown. I’ve been known to brave a Moscow March under the Soviet Regime and a Spanish-only retreat to Castro’s Cuba one January.