Inspirational niche books

Went into Half-Price Books recently and saw the display of "Chicken Soup for the Crone Soul". I am thinking there's no niche too small for an inspirational soup book, and just because I'm 49 years old, it shouldn't eliminate me from this bonanza.

The NY Times offers this QUOTATION OF THE DAY for today:

"Just because I'm 50 years old, it shouldn't eliminate me from the equation."
JAY HAAS, who shares the first-round lead at the United States Open golf tournament.

I spent wonderful hours as a child in the middle pink bedroom at Grandma's house. The room held a brass bed high enough that we kids could play paper dolls in the secret hide-out underneath, a cedar chest, an old treadle sewing machine, a dresser with porcelain figures of a bride and groom standing on a lace "doily", and this framed motto on the wall:

It's easy enough to be pleasant
When life goes by like a song.
But the man worthwhile
Is the man with a smile
When everything goes dead wrong.

Out in the kitchen with the bright blue walls and the worn linoleum, the red plastic watering can on the window sill, and the colored anodized drinking cups that made milk into a magic potion hung another pithy reminder:

We grow too soon oldt
Und too late schmart.

Here's a tasty family history story for you to munch on:

My dad's great grandfather brought his family to NE Nebraska from Bohemia sometime in the 1870's. They arrived with about $5.00. Sometimes the men and boys went out hunting. This was mostly laid-back Ponca Indian territory, with occasional feisty Lakota Sioux from farther west. Anyway, family lore goes that the menfolk hunters met some Indians, and were invited back to their village for a meal. As the hunters dipped into the communal pot, they were told, "Dig down deep. There's puppy in the bottom." Tricky etiquette moment for the guests, and family story for generations whenever stew is served!

And so, this old crone is thinking of the book deal--"Puppy Stew for the Pioneer Soul".