Banned Books: The Awakening by Kate Chopin

Oh, goodness. The Awakening. What good time I’ve had with this little gem of a novel over the years. It’s not very long, but from the ninth grade to the eleventh grade to my junior year in college, I’ve spent more than my fair share of time with the wonderful women in the world 0f Kate Chopin. For those of you who haven’t been having this book stalk you like a sociopath most of your academic career, here’s the Goodreads for you:

This story of a woman’s struggle with oppressive social structures received much public contempt at its first release; put aside because of initial controversy, the novel gained popularity in the 1960s, some six decades after its first publication, and has since remained a favorite of many readers. Chopin’s depiction of a married woman, bound to her family and with no way to assert a fulfilling life of her own, has become a foundation for feminism and a classic account of gender crises in the late Victorian era.

Edna Pontillier and all of her societal friends (and slightly less societal affairs) are, by many, considered to be a foundational part of the feminist canon. I also know quite a few people who don’t think of it that way, and instead see her choices as selfish, and her ability to be a mother ultimately non-existant. As far as my thoughts, I think it changes from woman to woman, or even from read to read. While yes, I do think that ultimately Edna’s choice is a selfish one, I don’t know if that absolves society of all the pressures, expectations, and constraints that it put around Edna’s life until she got to feeling that selfish and desperate. At the end of it all, this book is about the right for women to make choices, even those choices happen to be selfish ones. For that reason, and that reason alone (okay, and because it’s set in New Orleans, which is not only one of my favorite literary cities, but also one of my favorite series in real life) I think that all people owe it to themselves to read this book.

I’m sure this book is banned for a whole number of reasons. The primary one, I expect (although I’m sure you’d never see it listed as a reason) is because this is another book about a woman who sets out and carves her own path, who makes her own decisions and deals with the consequences and chooses not to be what society believes that she should be. And while obviously this would have been controversial at the time of publication, I think that this idea still does ruffle a lot of (male) feathers in our world. While I don’t like to sound pessimistic, I think that all too often people are willing to be complacent about feminism, believing that whole ‘woman’s lib’ thing to have been accomplished. I think, if you look deeply at the situation of many women in the world, you’ll find that this isn’t all the case. And sometimes society needs a book to remind it just how far it hasn’t come, just how much of the race there is left to run. As a side note, I’m sure the ‘promiscuous sex’ (again, relative to when it was published) also has something to do with it’s frequent challenging.

Happy reading!

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The Shining by Stephen King

Jeeze, Louise does that book cover creep you out or what?! Something about children with menacing eyebrows and a soul-less gaze. That being said, the cover struck me as far more horrifying than the actual novel did. For a while.I’m going to assume that, while most of you reading have probably seen/heard about the movie, but maybe aren’t as familiar with the actual book itself. I’m assuming this because that’s was exactly my scenario.

This book takes some growing in to. Yeah, there are hints of hints to creepy things from the very beginning. Things that don’t feel right. An alluded to but not explained violent incident between Jack Torrence and an unknown student. An unstable narrator and a kid capable of some rather odd things. However, this book takes a good dozen chapters to really get off the ground. To get me to the point that I was chewing my thumbnail to the quick with all the lights on…at 4:00 in the afternoon. The Shining is about, first and foremost, a hotel. And, as all hotels do, this one has it’s share of ghosts and secrets (literally). The Overlook hotel sits on a secluded mountainside outside Sidewinder, Colorado. It’s snowed in from November to March, and it’s care falls to one person – the caretaker. Who, in this case, is Jack Torrence, a writer and recently-fired (recently-sober) teacher, along with his wife Wendy and their precocious (and creepy) son Danny. Danny has a power called ‘the shining’ and it allows him, basically, to read minds, sense feelings, and see what will (or has) happened. Needless to say, with a power like this The Overlook causes both Jack and Danny their fair share of torments as they deal with their own sins, ghosts, regrets, and nightmares – in addition to all the crazy stuff (corpses in bathtubs? a party that occurs every night at midnight? constant allusions to Poe’s short story “Masque of the Red Death”) that the hotel has to throw at them. The ending of the book is far, far different from the movie. The book gives us, at the very last minute, the chance to feel sorry for Jack, who by the end of the book is so crazy he begins to hunt down his wife and child. We’re shown that this man isn’t Jack, but instead is the hotel inside Jack, acting out its viscous desires through a broken man. It’s a rather wonderful turn in the writing, and wonderfully exemplifies the greatest part about reading a Stephen King book.

One of the things I so adored about this book is that it gave us the ability to loathe, fear, and deny the power of a hotel. I think it’s a genus move of King’s to get us feeling this way about an inanimate object. It plays wonderfully in to the idea that the places humans live, the places we vacation and own and visit, absorb a part of us. That we make memories for it as well as in it. For this reason, I felt that The Overlook provided the perfect medium for understanding some of how a ghost can get left behind in a place. Secondly, the hotel just sounded so damn creepy! Not to mention the fact that The Overlook is actually based on a real place – the Stanley Hotel in Colorado, which is also supposedly one of the most haunted hotels in America:

how scary would it be to be trapped up in that all day, all night, with the same people for six whole months. No phone, no TV, no anything. It’s terrifying, and King let’s us know it.

That is the second thing I loved most about this particular work of King’s. Unlike a lot of other novels that King has written, which feature all sorts of haunted objects and places and the like, what makes The Shining stand out so much is that it’ s the book that’s the scariest – because it’s about what’s in you. The ghosts that you, as an individual, have, and how those can play on the mind and the soul and drive one to madness. Yes, the hotel is really the villain in this story. But the hotel wouldn’t be able to become so without obvious flaws in Jack’s personality – or certain traits of Danny’s skill. It’s not about monsters and things external. And that’s the bat-shit scariest part of all. I’d say the movie is still wonderful, but if you want something that will really stick to your bones – in a chilling way, definitely go for the book!

In closing news, I’m so glad it’s Book Blogger Appreciation Week, and although I’m not sure yet who I’ll vote for, I’m definitely enjoying all the wonderful blog-love floating around out there! I also was able to make another trip to my library yesterday, so brace yourself for some great knitting-themed library loot coming your way sometime this week. The temperatures around here spiked back up in to the 100s again today, so I’m not exactly digging this last burst of Indian Summer, but before too long the temps should be dropping and that’ll make all these creepy reads for Carl’s R.I.P. Challenge that much better. Happy reading!

Because I Want to Make Sure They’re Mentioned…

You guys know how summer is! At least, if your summer is anything like mine. The summer starts, and the days stretch out before you, and you go check out a pile of library books and open one and then…something happens. The great summer time suck, and suddenly it’s August and the books are way-overdue and you’ve read about 1% of all the great books you wanted to read. In order to try and keep this from happening this year, I wanted to make sure I mention all the books I’ve had the chance to start but, because of the very nature of summer, might not actually finish. I want to disclaim up front: NOT ALL OF THESE BOOKS ARE BAD!!! Some of them are great! I haven’t even officially abandoned all of them, but just want to guarantee at least a blog mention. So with that, here’s the books so far this summer I haven’t finished yet but really hope I do!

So far so good on my first Allende novel. I wanted to start with Eva Luna but this is what my library had and so, here we are! I’m only about 30 pages in to this one, and one of the central characters -a slave girl named Tete, has just made her first appearance. That’s not to say it’s been slow till now, though! We’ve met Toulouse Valmorain, his prostitute/companion, and the woman who is to become his future wife, a Cuban. The novel takes place in Haiti right before the Haitian revolution, and promises to span decades and distance, from Haiti to New Orleans and beyond, before the book is done and I can’t wait! The book is translated, which I always fear takes away a small bit of something, but short of becoming fluent in Spanish, I’m loving it so far! 4/5

Dark Star Safari: Overland from Cairo to Cape Town is the first book I’m reading for my public library’s armchair explorer adult summer reading challenge. Paul Theroux, who has spent a number of years of his life in the African wilderness teaching English to various tribes, decides he wants to go back to Africa, one to write a book about it and two because he just plain wants to travel. I find this honesty refreshing – it’s not often you’ll find a travel memoir written based on the premise of simply wanting to travel! I haven’t gotten much farther in to this one, so I’m hesitant to give judgment, but based on that premise and the fact that it’s in Africa, I feel comfortable making at least a slight leap of faith: 3/5

I mentioned Jonathan Safran Foer’s book Eating Animals at the end of a recent review, and I can promise you this is one I’ll definitely be finishing! In fact, I can pretty much guarantee you that this book will be making the “Most Important Books of My (and Probably Your) Life” list. I’m only about 30% of the way through, though, which is why I’m not giving it it’s full review quite yet. The book, inspired when Foer realizes he’s going to be a daddy and wakes up to the fact that food is important if he’s going to be giving it to his children, focuses on a number of things. At the heart of the book is an expose on factory farming and mass agriculture, and this part is full descriptions of the horribly, filthy, degrading and cruel things humans do to animals. This part gets my goat, and if you ever want to get in to it with me, lets debate factory farming. But Foer also focuses on how important food is to storytelling (and storytelling to food) and the fact that farming and food haven’t always been like this in America/the world. This part was perhaps the most refreshing, and I can’t wait to finish this book so I can give you guys the full word! Major5/5

This one might just have to be my first official abandon of the summer. And it’s not for lack of being awesome. The writing is casual enough to read like a story, and the history (medical, cultural, literal and artistic) of cancer is absolutely fascinating. But this book is ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE! Seriously, I’m 200 pages in and only in the early 1900s of the history. That means another 110 years to go. Damn. And it’s just too hard to stick with it, knowing that, when I have all the great books above to get through as well. Hopefully I’ll be able to come back to this one, but here’s hoping 4/5 (although abandoned).

What’s your summer reading like? Do you find yourself suddenly without time? What books do you have to abandon, despite how good they might be?

…Or Not So Much

Of course. Of course I would set myself a return-to- blog date, meet it, and then fail to return on my promised updates for, like, a week. Only me, y’all. Only me. And this time, I don’t even have an excuse. Since the last update, I’ve worked out a lot, worked a lot, tried to sleep a lot, and spent time catching up with friends and family. All of these are wonderful tasks, they just aren’t exactly conducive to the whole book blogging experience. That and the fact that I haven’t actually finished a book in a while (although I’ve gotten started on quite a few) means, you guessed it, a lack of blogging. But enough with the explaining and excuse making! Lets get back to the real blogging! As promised in my last post, lets have some thought re: The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown, shall we?

So, I love Dan Brown. For serious. As I said in my last post, my brain is torn between knowing that his writing really is utter crap, and being so enthralled with his stories (true or not, I tend to believe they come from some amount of distorted fact; probably owing to the fact that, like, EVERY female member of my family is a conspiracy buff) that I just don’t give a flying frack *bonus points to everyone who got the Battlestar Galactica reference*. This particular installment of Brown’s overwhelming fiction is the third and, as far as I know, final installment in the stories of Robert Langdon, the charming Harvard symbology professor who we also saw in the chart topping Divinci Code and Angels and Demons.

This time, Langdon is hanging out in Washington, returning a package, if I remember correctly, concerning the masonic architecture of DC and all it’s legacies and mysteries and blah blah blah, to his friend Peter Solomon, who is a 33rd degree Mason. And then, of course, because he’s Langdon and this is a Dan Brown Book, all of a sudden a murder occurs that’s directly tied to the masonic architecture and all it’s legacies and mysteries and…yeah. You get the point. Also involved? A completely tattooed man named Mal’akh who severs the hand of Peter Solomon in order to lead him on a wild chase around the Capitol in order to uncover the Masonic pyramid as well as the legendary Lost Word that reveals the pyramid’s secret. And then there is Katherine Solomon, Peter’s younger sister who works in the field of Noetic Science (which, actually, is really really awesome. Perhaps the most awesome part of the book. Click on the link to follow to the real life field of Noetic Science). Begin spoilers here: Needless to say, because it’s a Dan Brown Book and, apparently, Robert Langdon is the smartest man in the universe, they manage to solve the secret of the Masonic pyramid and it’s Lost Word in the, like, 36 hour deadline they’re set. Because, you know, hundreds of other people in thousands of years have tried and failed. But R.L.? He’s got this shit under wraps. And seriously – SERIOUSLY – the Lost Word is the Bible? And it’s buried under the Washington Monument – the capstone of which is a pyramid, of course. Seriously?! Brown almost lost me with this one. End spoilers.

In case I haven’t made it clear enough, I find Dan Brown books to be ridiculous at the same time that they’re ridiculously addicting. The things I loved about this book are the things I love about all Dan Brown books: the legend, the analysis of symbols, the long passages on history and culture that may or may not actually be correct. And, of course, Robert Langdon himself. Because who has two thumbs and a deep desire for a Tom Hanks-looking professor in cords and sweaters with leather elbow patches? THIS GIRL, that’s who! Of course, the things I didn’t like are also remarkably similar – the absolute impossibility of the situations, the choppy dialouge, the fact that the book packages as fact what is most likely 99% fiction and literal bat shit. But, all in all, it was a fun read if nothing else. It was one of the first books I read on my Kindle, and it was foolishly purchased in my first (and so far only!) frenzy of Kindle book buying. It was the perfect distraction from Boyfriend’s new gift of Call of Duty: Black Ops (if you’ve never had to watch hour after hour of your man shooting imaginary video-game villians who are, racistley enough, all from Russia or Cuba, then count yourself lucky. If not? Yeah. I feel ya’.)

I’m currently about a tenth of the way through Siddhartha Mukherjee’s The Emperor of All Maladies:  A Biography of Cancer and about half-way through Welcome to Utopia: Notes from a Small Town by Karen Valby, both of which are literally to-die-for non-fiction that I can’t wait to write about further! Coming up soon? Those other book reviews I promised, a Library Loot, a few general bookish posts, and maybe even a Top-Ten Tuesday or two! Until then…happy reading!

Review: A Good Man is Hard to Find, Flannery O’Connor

 This short story collection was assigned in my Literature of the American South class this semester and, I’m saddened to say, Flannery O’Connor is the only woman writer we’re reading. This is incredibly disappointing, to say the least, although I will make up for it a bit by comparing the styles of Faulkner and Kate Chopin in my final paper. I have to say, though, that if it can only be one woman writer, I’m awfully glad it’s Flannery O’Connor. Her stories are right up my alley in a horrible, horrible way.

O’Connor was a staunch Catholic who believed that her stories were morality tales about grace, forgiveness, and the bounty of God. Which, I guess you could read in to certain stories if you tried really hard. But I think what’s even more obvious – and done much better by O’Connor – is the use of hypocrisy and irony to leave a lasting message/picture in the mind of the reader. There are 10 stories in this collection, and my class was assigned to read five of them. Of those five (“A Good Man is Hard to Find”, “The Life You Save may be Your Own”, “The Artificial Nigger”, “The Displaced Person” and “Good Country People”) the two that stick out the most as being especially worthy of comment – although all the stories are great – are “Good Country People and “The Artificial Nigger”.

“The Artificial Nigger” is the story of a young man, Nelson, and his first trip into the city with his grandfather, known only as Mr. Head (Nelson, however, swears that since he was born in the city, this is technically his second trip back). The two are undertaking the journey so that Mr. Head can, essentially, prove to Nelson that he doesn’t know as much as he’d like to belive he knows about being in the city. On the train on the way in to town, the two have a particularly telling conversation in which Nelson swears he could identify a “nigger” if he saw one but, when he sees an African American man, doesn’t seem to be able to make that association in reality. It’s a shining moment of the hypocrisy behind racism as brought out by O’Connor – hating someone for something genetically uncontrollable as a learned, not genetic, behavior. When the two are in the city, there is also a horrifying scene where, after leaving Nelson sleeping on the curb, Mr. Head watches as Nelson wakes up, panics, and takes off running. He soon careens into two women leaving the market and, when they begin to yell at him, Nelson looks for his grandfather. It’s then that Mr. Head denies that he knows Nelson at all, walking away until the whole thing calms down enough that Nelson is able to walk away after his grandfather. I was astounded to read about a grandfather deliberately and forcefully denying his relationship to his grandson, and foud it interesting to watch Nelson grow up in that moment, almost literally before the readers eyes. The “artificial nigger” of the title is a statue the two come across in the yard of a wealthier home in the city and, looking at the statue together, Mr. Head claims he is able to “feel the grace of God” and forgives himself his behavior.

“Good Country People” is a far different story, focused largely on issues of images and self-categorization. All throughout the story, the daugher Joy watches as her mother and their landlord rave on and on about the merits of “good country people”, the “salt of the earth”. Joy has changed her name to Hulga, gotten an advanced degree in philosophy, and become an athiest, all in an attempt to define herself as a not “good country person”, contrary to her mother’s desires. She searches for independance in these ways because, after being maimed as a child, she has a prosthetic leg and has severely limited mobility.  She feels superior based on her education, which gets her in to trouble when the charming and handsome Bible salesman Manley Pointer comes to the house. She views him as a social experiment, something she can manipulate. Before long, and much to the joy of Joy/Hulga’s mother, the two go on a walk one day in to the hayloft of an abandoned barn, where anticipated necking ensues. It doesn’t take long, though, before Manley’s true nature as a liar and collector of the strange and unususal makes itself known and he ends up running off with Joy/Hulga’s leg. That’s right. He steals her prosthetic leg. It’d be completely horrifying if it weren’t kind of funny at the same time. Needless to say, Joy/Hulga then has to struggel with a number of her preconcieved notions about herself, if she was silly enough to be tricked the way she was by a person presenting a completely false front.

All in all, I’d say that there was a lot more darkness than I was expecting out of Ms. O’Connor. Which is part of the reason that I liked it. It soon became a running theme in the class that “a good man is hard to find in O’Connor’s book, but shitty asshats are a dime a dozen”. Loosely paraphrasing, of course. O’Connor was often critically smashed for her overwhelming scenes of violence and darkness, and I have to say that there is no short supply of all this. It also is a bit incongruous with her suppposedly steadfast Christian beliefs. But, all that aside, there are real people with real flaws at the heart of Flannery’s work, and that’s what comes to the front of all the nitty-gritty. It’s not exactly light or humorous reading – not all the time, at least – but it’s worthwhile reading for sure.

Review: Urban Pantry: Tips and Recipies for a Thrifty, Sustainable and Seasonal Kitchen by Amy Pennington

 This was one of the first books I bought for my Kindle (and by bought I mean actually paid for, as there were a number of other titles I was able to snag on a pretty bitching gift card I was given for Christmas). I bought it for two reasons: 1.) I like to consider myself a budding foodie and, while I’m currently setting for ramen and instant mased potatoes due to budget restrictions, I’m excited for the day when real cooking with real ingredients becomes an actual option and 2.) Knowing that I’ve got a number of years of apartment/townhome living, I loved the idea of a book on tips and tricks for those of us working with limited space. Going in to it with those two expectations in mind, I was surprised to find more than that offered.

In all honesty, if you’re looking for just a good ole’ fashioned cook book, I’d suggest looking elsewhere. While each chapter has it’s own recipies attached, I consider this book better as a general tips-and-tricks kind of guide. The book is divided up in to two kinds of chapters: “urban pantry” chapters on organizing what you’ve got, stocking your kitchen with staples and, I was really happy to see, advice on being a thrifty kitchen-ista, getting the most out of your purchases. There are also chapters on canning and preserving/jellying your own food, but they were a bit cursory and I found myself having to do a lot more research on these subjects before I really felt comfortable with the topics. The other chapter types are “food” chapters, with a chapter each being given to grains, fruits and veggies, dairy, meat, and even spices. Within the chapters, she outlines what she believes “every kitchen should have”, as well as properly picking out the best of each, storing it and, then, recipies involving those items. It should probably be said now that this book is definitely targeting a certain kind of shopper/eater, speaking frequently about buying organic, picking up hard-to-find products (for a grain example, I found bulgar wheat and quinoa with no problem at Whole Foods, but didn’t see hide nor hair of them when I looked at Wal-Mart/Target), and eating meals that definately require time and attention to prepare. It’s not one of those “cook it in five minutes or less in one pot and without even using a stove!” kind of books, but there was a lot more information than I was expecting to come across, and definately serves as a kind of inspirational “how I want to eat one day” guide.

It should be said that I LOVE cookbooks. Like, seriously. I read them like novels. I love pouring over recipie ingredients, imagining myself cooking, and oogling all the pretty food pictures. While I don’t do as much cooking as I’d like in my real life, in my imaginary existance I may as well be Julia Child. This book read rather seamlessly on the Kindle – I was surprised how much I enjoyed reading it, actually, because so much of what I love about cookbooks is the physicality of them – but there were some lag-time issues when it came to loading some of the pictures throughout the book. All in all, I’d say this book is right up your alley if you’re looking for a book on being a foodie in this day and age, looking for advice on what “kitchen staples” to have, and how to make your dollar stretch in the kitchen.

Review: Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis

  A wonderfully happy Easter to all of you out there in Blogland. I know I’m a few days late, but between early morning church, a late afternoon nap, and an evening spent playing Julia Child in the kitchen with my mother whipping up Easter dinner, there just wasn’t a lot of time left over for a blog update! Besides, I wouldn’t have had much to say because I JUST finished Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis, the 4th book in the Narnia series, going chronologically. The book, another one of my reads for Carl’s amazing Once Upon a Time V Challenge!

I love C.S. Lewis. Love him. I’ve never read any of his theology (I did skim Mere Christianity for a Western Civ class once) but his Chronicles of Narnia were some of my favorite books as a child. Before Harry Potter. Before Little Women. Before Anne of Green Gables, there was Lewis and his Pevensie children (Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy). Before I get to the actual review, I want to address a little bit of a kerfluffel that goes on amongst the Narnia readers that I know: Do you read the books in order of the publication dates, or chronologically? When I was a kid, I read them in the order they came in in the box set I have – I read them in order of the publication dates. I didn’t mind the story being separated, taking tangents in to other aspects of Narnian life before returning to the Pevensie children. Now, however, I have a bit more of an appreciation for the overarching arc behind the story of Narnia and tend to read the books as they’re supposed to take place chronologically. Meaning, long story short, Prince Caspian is set to take place right after The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe.

Prince Caspian tells the story of how the Pevensie children find their way back to Narnia again. While they’ve been back in England after returning from their first set of adventures in the wardrobe, hundreds of years have passes in Narnia and a new king is on the throne. King Miraz is a Temarine who, after overthrowing Old Narnia, has tried his best to wipe out the memory and legends of talking animals, spirits in the trees and water, and even Aslan himself. His nephew Prince Caspian, however, is raised on tales from his Nurse and his tutor Doctor Cornelius and believes in the Old Narnia of the High King Peter and his brother and sisters. Miraz tolerates Caspian until his own son is born, when Caspian must flee and search out those remaining talking animals and members of Old Narnia in order to fight Miraz and keep them all safe. He blows an ancient magical horn, seeking the help it’s supposed to bring, and that’s when the Pevensie children find themselves brought back to Narnia. The young kings and queens (Edmund and Peter and Susan and Lucy) meet up with Caspian and Aslan himself returns from The Land Beyond the Sea to help awaken the long-dead spirits of Narnia and defeat King Miraz. I won’t spoil the end of the battle for you, but needless to say things end as you would expect them to end in a children’s fairy tale. At the end of the book, however, Peter and Susan inform Edmund and Lucy that they are too old to return to Narnia anymore, and all four Pevensie children find themselves returned to the English train station they were in before being transported to Narnia.

What is there to say about a book I loved so much growing up? To me, there is still some hidden magic in the belief that animals can talk and, perhaps what appeals more to me, that the trees, water, flowers, etc. all have their own spirits and personalities. There is a wonderful part of Caspian when Lucy, walking through the woods, imagines what all the trees would have looked like before Miraz came along and sent their spirits in to a deep sleep (sorry I don’t have the exact quote – I’m at work and, of course, forgot to bring the book with me!). She imagines whispy willows with gentle smiles and long hair, sturdy oaks with beards and warts and kind smiles, busty birches with knowing smiles and matronly airs. Is that not just such a beautiful concept! I often think that, if people began to personalize nature more – seeing that even trees and flowers and animals have personalities all their own – that they’d be far less inclined to be so damaging towards it. Narnia has also held such appeal for me because, as a child, who doesn’t dream of a world behind their own, waiting behind closed wardrobe doors or just a horn-call away from a train station. It’s the idea that, no matter where you are or what you’re doing, you’re perhaps not all that far away from magic and fantasy. That’s why it always saddened me so much to hear Peter and Susan say they’re too old to return. I personally don’t ever think you’re too old to return to Narnia. Narnia is a place within your heart, brought about by holding on to your sense of wonder and child-like awe. So I say hold on to your Narnia! Be amazed by the delicacy of a flower. Laugh at something silly. Sing along to your Disney movies and tell people that maybe, just maybe, you still believe in faeries (I do!). There is always magic to be had. And a huge thanks to Carl and the Once Upon a Time Challenge for reminding me of that!

Well, folks, thats all for that review! I’m currently reading my way (really quickly) through Tina Fey’s Bossypants and it’s ABSOLUTELY FRACKING HILARIOUS!!!! Seriously, I don’t know if I’ve ever laughed this hard at a book. Ever. And I’ve read some pretty funny books. I’m also trying to balance my fiction with my nonfiction reading, especially because it seems that at the moment I’m reading more nonfiction than I am fiction – although, in all fairness, my nonfiction tends to be of the memoir variety, meaning its nonfiction that tends to read like fiction, hehe. 😀 I’m hoping to be back tomorrow or the next day with a library loot and, until then, I’m off to spend more time with my celebrity lesbian crush, the beautiful Tina Fey. Or Tay-Fey, as I call her.

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