Summer in all its chlorine scented, air conditioned, peach hued, iced coffee glory is finally here. Finally. I almost don't believe it. This was my first afternoon without obligations and I kept thinking to myself, 'don't I have algebra homework?' The next three months will pass quickly, they always do, but I welcome their release.... Continue Reading →
Generally I'm not one for space movies, but this one, this one, oh my word. I don't think I've been that affected/touched/provoked to thought by a movie in a long while. Not since The Tree of Life at least. For me to enjoy science fiction, it can't be so fantastic that it no longer feels attached to reality.... Continue Reading →
“It is only a week of your life,” Mom says, often, “You’ll have more time soon.” It’s only a week. The words reverberate off the walls of my mind, echoing back and back before the questioning floodwaters fill the cavern. For how long do we tell ourselves it is only a week? Until there are... Continue Reading →
Wow! May already! Which means June already! Which means the end of the school year already! The end of the school year??? Which means my last year of high school is just around the corner which means college is just around the corner which means ahhhhhh. Much to think about friends. Much too much. Anyways,... Continue Reading →
My love of reading I owe almost wholly to Laura Ingalls and her Little House on the Prairie books. I actually remember receiving an abridged version of one of the novels sometime in kindergarten, before my reading skills had progressed to chapter books. Most Christmas presents have escaped my memory, but this little book –... Continue Reading →
Ah, Guernsey. This is one of those books/movies that feels like a warm hug from someone wearing a large and soft knit sweater. Something about it is just so cozy and nice. I'd forgotten about Guernsey, but then something (I don't remember what... probably pinterest) brought it to my attention and I rewatched this delightful little... Continue Reading →
Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre has long been a favorite of mine. My reading of Jane Eyre in seventh grade sparked a love for classic literature that has only grown since. Villette, along with Shirley, has sat on one of my many bookshelves for... well... years if I'm honest. But a few weeks ago I found myself hungry for some good... Continue Reading →
I have a confession to make: I've only read one book out of the four Lord of the Rings books... and it was for school. I know. Shameful. I'll be amending that soon enough though. Despite my lack of Lord of the Rings knowledge, I desperately wanted to see Tolkien. The trailer captured the essence of the film really... Continue Reading →
These things that are small and few and golden, I will hold them on my lips like sugar - savoring them for their sweetness Until they dissolve and new crystals are left there. And when salt is given instead, Stinging bitterly that sensitive organ, I will recall those moments – small, few, golden – And... Continue Reading →
