The Glorious Golden Gal

Hello worms,

Anyone who knows me well knows that I grew up on the sitcom The Golden Girls and I pride myself on the ability to quote just about any episode at the drop of the hat. I remember, as a small girl, binge-watching the reruns (that were actually reruns) with my mom and giggling at the sometimes less-than age appropriate humor but I loved every minute of it. It is one of those memories that I won’t let anyone take away from me.

Anyway, I went to the library this week in hopes to read a biography of some sort and I stumbled upon Betty White’s “If you ask me (and of course you won’t).” I’ve always adored this woman for her humor and lady-like mannerisms but it wasn’t until I finished this book that I realized I loved her even more.

Betty talked about her love for animals, the same way I do, and kept me laughing with her whit and honesty chapter after chapter. In all it only took me about 6 hours to finish the book and if you’re looking for something light-hearted and fun, I heartily suggest you go by and rent yourself a copy.

Today I’ve started a book called, “Sun Moon Earth” by Tyler Nordgren, its goes through the history of solar eclipses and what they symbolized in the ancient world. This book is way out of my comfort zone but so far, I am in love.  The language he uses to talk about his love for astronomy is something to marvel at.

I really love reading about other people’s loves for different things, it inspires positivity and makes me feel connected with people I don’t even know.

Good luck to all my friends headed back to school this fall, I hope all of your classes and lives run smoothly.

-Thanks for reading,

C

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Amorous Autumn

Amorous Autumn

Hello worms,

Today is little bit different. I wanted to share with you a book gifted to me by a dear friend and hope you love it as much as I do.

I’ve always found that Autumn is my absolute favorite season. I feel happier knowing I can take part in all of my favorite activities throughout this beloved season.

This book is full of recipes, poems and just cute little things that make me feel warm and fuzzy. My favorite little part:

“It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all,” Laura Ingalls Wilder said.

Like I said, this post is different than most of my posts.

Anyway, I hope that some of you run by and pick up your copy. It really is just such a sweet little book. It would be absolutely lovely on a coffee table during the season.

I hope all of you are well and happy.

-Thanks for reading,

C

Tears, Tyranny and Realization

Hello worms,

Recently I decided to take a trip to the local library. I wanted to just borrow a book because in all honestly, I don’t have much room to keep stacking piles of books.

Anyway, I wondered around and stumbled upon the “new releases” section and immediately my eyes wondered to “We Crossed a Bridge and it Trembled,” by Wendy Pearlman.

The book basically covers and translates individual stories of Syrians and their struggles throughout war and leadership. I’ve always found myself nose deep in fictional worlds full of wizards, middle earth and romance for so many years, so this book was something new for me.

Living in the 21st century as I do, its difficult for someone not to know of Syria and all the negativity it carries with its name.

I’ve learned and listened to stories of the turmoil Syrians face and continue to face but mostly my emphasis has been these past few years I’ve been in college. Professor after professor talked to my classmates and I about what it was to be a journalist and how people like me were dying everyday because they searched for the truth.

The truth is, many of the stories in this book talked of Syrians and how they were denied the option of telling the truth. Bribery and threat were apart of their daily lives, so much so that it became a normality to lie about who or what their families believed in and hushed mouths were more respected than saying anything at all.

I wanted to write this post mostly for me to talk myself through the sadness and respect it for what it was, the truth. The truth is not everyone has the freedoms that I do and the more I realize that, the better off I’ll be and the more heart I’ll feel for those that need it.

Syrians don’t need my sorrow or sympathy, they need my support to end the war they fight everyday.

If you want a good cry — go pick the book up but don’t go crying for Syria, cry for change because thats what they need. Cry for the truth because thats what we all need. Cry for knowledge and understanding because thank god we have something to look forward to.

-Thanks for reading,

C

 

It takes work and it takes two

Hello worms,

It’s a good day to talk about love.

That four letter word that petrifies nearly everyone who knows its meaning. It’s the word some want to hear, some need to hear and some wish to bury amongst the ancient ruins that will one day resemble that of Pompeii.

I am no archeologist or history buff, I saw that on a documentary that aired on PBS several years ago while I ate a less-than-appetizing ham sandwich that resembled something straight out of an episode of The Office.

Back to the point.

LOVE

Every time I think of love I’m swept away into the memories I’ve read in a book, Pride and Prejudice. For the love of someone who didn’t expect they deserved it.

The title of my blog is based on a book by Mr. Raymond Carver. It’s all about what love is and what we mean when we talk about it.

Did I say that right? No.

But you get the point.

Let me make one thing clear – reading books about love does NOT  make you an expert on the subject. I would label myself as novice in the world of love.

I always thought that my loving someone would look like something I imagined while I read a book. Truth me told its more than that. It’s much more than that.

My imagination thought about wedding cakes and sparkling dresses instead of honesty, persistence and dedication.

I have some kind of wild imagination but loving people isn’t all hearts and flowers like we see and read.

Love is work. It’s work no matter who it is you’re loving. You could be loving your best friend and it’s work.

You have to decide for yourself that love is a commitment. Truth be told I don’t think I’ve ever been great at loving people but it’s something I decided long ago that I needed to work on.

Love to me looks like communication.

Love to me looks like understanding.

Most importantly, love to me looks like the people I’ve surrounded myself with.

So no matter how romantic those stories seem or make you feel. Remeber that like all good things:

love takes work.

 

Thanks for reading,

–Casey

 

 

 

 

 

Dead Rite, dead wrong and dead on

Hey bloggers,

Yesterday I realized with the semester at a close, I needed something to do to spindle away slow hours at work, considering, working at a tag office is either hectic or completely dead.

That being said, I jumped into a new, short novel, “Dead Rite” by Jim Gilmore. I bought this book along with a slew of others when Hastings in South central Oklahoma went out of business and decided to liquidate.

$0.10 for endless entertainment as I decided to buy about 20 different books and set them all on my bedside table as I slowly work my way through the pile.

Anyway, if I haven’t mentioned before, I LOVE MYSTERY NOVELS and whats more I love books with protagonists that make me feel understand, that cater to the fact that I’m a little different too and writers who write things that I think and feel.

Ever wondered why a book can be better than the movie version?

I have the answer.

The book can be better than the movie because it lets you feel everything for yourself. You create the world and the people in them with the help of descriptive words and feelings and subtle guides that help you build your characters.

Books are like your favorite food, they can always be delicious but you know which places you like to get them from the most.

I like to get mine from mystery novels.

Thanks for reading,

-Casey 

It Is Because I Am Strange 

Mediocrity is defined by Meriam Webster as, “the quality of being mediocre.” Meaning, the quality of being “not very good.” 

Some time ago a friend, who is no longer a friend, told me he saw my life panning out as somewhat average. 

To this day I’m still not sure what to think of that comment. 

Average 

Mediocre 

Strange 

All of these words mean something somewhat different but to me, they are familiar. Same.

Once I read a book that said “I am a collection of oddities.” 

I felt like that was me, until the not-so-friendly-friend told me otherwise but I’ve come to a conclusion. 

Yes, I am mediocre but in a world where everyone is trying to be unique, maybe this is my way of standing out. 

“Hey look, there’s that average girl, doing her average things and lovin’ every minute of it.”

Hell yeah. 

That’s me, the average girl, she’s a little odd but look at her go. 
Thanks for reading, 

Casey

The Key to Knowing Kept Man

Hello bloggers,

A few days ago I started a new book that I found in an obscure location inside the stacks of a thrift store. With an interesting title, “The Kept Man” by Jami Attenberg drew me in and I splurged my dollar on a book that I probably didn’t need.

All that explanation aside, I was surprised to find a perplexing opening sentence that has my head reeling.

It read as follows:

“I have been waiting for my husband to die for six years.”

As soon as I read it, I stopped, sat the book down and stared into space for quite some time.

I thought people spent their time always cautious to remember that today could be the last time they hear “I Love You” and today could be the last day to hold her hand or kiss her/him because I am one of those people. I have never thought the opposite.

I have heard, usually older people, say the all too common, “well atleast he/she isn’t in pain anymore.”

I never found those words comforting, in fact they almost stung when it was my granddad’s funeral and whether or not I believed that, it didn’t make the soap taste any sweeter.

I have continued to read the book and I hope to fill you in along the way. The feeling of curiosity has overwhelmed me and as a girl who is all about understanding the misunderstood, I am excited to have stumbled across this gem.

Mind you, I am also the type of girl who can love a book as soon as I begin to read it and hate it by the last page. Thats just me.

Let me know your thoughts,

— Casey