Ashes to Ashes

gonna delete this blog FYI. 

It’s like a giant, ugly monkey on my back. 

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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

An entire other post just to say that it’s that time of year again! Yes folks…

Library Book Sale Month!!! 

I don’t know if other towns do this, but ours has a month-long fundraiser where people donate books, and the library staff put the books out on tables for you to peruse, and you pay by donation. It is so. freaking. exciting!! 

I think there is a word for people like me and it’s bibliomaniac. 

Sidetrack, Backtrack…

Ok so this whole reading Rory’s book list so I can encourage myself to write more is obviously not working. 

Partially because, whilst awaiting The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn from the library, I read a couple of books that aren’t on the list. They were just interesting to me. 

The first, Watch How We Walk by Jennifer Lovegroveis a behind-the-scenes portrait of a Jehovah’s Witness family, that is upsetting from the beginning and doesn’t let up once. The writing was so natural and unique that I couldn’t put it down, even as the story battered me emotionally. 

Then I polished off Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson, aka The Bloggess, a hilarious blogger whose blog I have been following for some years now. Her blog posts make me laugh out loud, and her memoir did the same. I wish this person was my actual friend. 

And now I’m reading Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay. I can’t say much about it, other than it’s a collection of essays about intersectionality, because I just started reading it yesterday. Or this morning. My days sort of flow into each other…

And still; Huckleberry Finn has not arrived. If it’s not here by the end of this book…I guess I should just jump to Atonement and then backtrack? 

Fascinating stuff. 

Alice In Wonderland

Alice in Wonderland

So I figure I’ll go alphabetically, and since I have already read 1984 (it’s one of my all-time-top-five favourites!!), I went on to this one. Technically, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn was next, but I had this one laying around. Cut me some slack.

I think most people are already familiar with this story, thanks to Disney. Or Tim Burton, I guess, depending on how old you are. The movies jumbled up the material a bit, but it’s almost all there. One thing I can say about this book is that Lewis Carroll was funny. This is an enjoyable, silly read.

Don’t You Love a Good Tie-In?

It’s no secret that I love the show Gilmore Girls.

It’s no secret that I love to read.

It’s no secret that I have trouble keeping up with my blog posts.

I have come up with a solution.

Some of the blogs that I follow have themes. One in particular that I can think of is 101 books, a wonderful blog where the author has undertaken the grand feat of reading the entirety of ‘Time Magazine‘s Top 100 English-Speaking Novels Since 1923′. I plan to steal this idea, using Rory’s Book List as my guide. This has been done before, but I’m not trying to be original right here and right now. I’m trying to encourage myself to write more and read more. End goal. I will read the same books as Rory, and then write about them. I don’t know if it will be book reviews, per se, but I’ll write something about them. And post pictures. Because who doesn’t like a good book cover?

Now, there are a few lists floating around out there, and the WB appears to be defunct, so I’m just going to choose a list and go off of that. They’re all pretty close anyways, some are simply more inclusive of books that are mentioned in the show, and some are based on the original Rory’s Book Club listing from the WB site.

And we’re off…

How many have you read?

The Kids Are Alright

Passing thought…this is the first generation of children to grow up with the omnipresence of social media such as Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. With so many parents compulsively pressing the ‘post’ button on every moment of their child lives, I’m just curious about the consequences. Can one suppose these youth will be satisfied with their online presence when they reach the age of consent? Will it contribute to the collective narcissism of an entire group of people? Will they exact their revenge on us when we are old and senile, posting pictures of US drooling and in diapers on THEIR social media?

The possibilities are Orwellian.

No Sympathy for the Devil

I am still here!
Just experiencing some technical difficulties…herniated disc in my back that inflamed the recurring depression that spiraled into “Why oh why would/should anyone listen to anything I have to say?”.
Crippled in more ways than one.
Reading a little (okay, a lot) of Hermann Hesse and Sylvia Plath brings me up again…for awhile.
Tons of ideas sloshing around in my brain but nothing solid enough to grab onto.
But I’m still here.

How to Be a Ladyperson at the Holidays: 10 Important Tips

I Miss You When I Blink

Straight from the ad pages of your favorite magazines, here’s your guide to being a girl in December. Take notes.

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1. Stay cozy. Wear a baby.

wear a baby If you play your cards right, your sensitive, goateed dad/boyfriend/professor will reward you with a pair of socks made out of his extra sweater sleeves.

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2. Flaunt your complexity.

Embrace all your many dimensions. Think: "I'm an heiress and an Italian professor at this upscale tropical funeral." Show off all your many dimensions at once. When planning outfits for your holiday soirées, think: “I’m an heiress and an Italian professor at this upscale tropical funeral.”

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3. Represent feminine softness in a hard masculine world.

coach All around you are skyscrapers made of bricks and iron and glass and ouchy things. They’re all pointy and hard. But not you. You’re a soft pink flower in a gentle haze of light. Everything around you is blooming, because you breathed springtime into winter. You’re a superfresh candypants sugarblossom.

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4. If you’re truly hot, you…

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Seven Reasons You Should Thank A Feminist Today

The Belle Jar

If there is one thing in this world that makes me want to chew my own face off, it’s women who think that feminism has ruined their lives.

You know the type – women who want to live in some kind of souped up 1950s fantasy world where they get married right out of high school and their husband makes enough to support their family on just his income and they think the moral decline of society has something to do with the fact that women no longer wear crinolines and genteel white gloves and cute little hats. Never mind that, you know, lots and lots of families in the 1950s weren’t able to live off of a single income; trust me when I say that feminism did not invent the working mother. Leaving that little scrap of truth aside, I guess I can see what some women find appealing about this…

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