Good afternoon, worms
I reach out to a small audience hoping to touch someone with my every-growing sense of self and amateur writing style. Not only to better my writing but to show that it doesn’t take Shakespeare’s genius vocabulary skills to peak the interest of readers. Atleast, this is my hope.
This week after finishing a complicated and sometimes dizzying Thomas Hardy novel, I decided to go for something, light, sweet, simple and fast. So I chose a Harlequin romance novel.
I know what you’re thinking, “what kind of book lover chooses something juvenile?” And I have an answer for you.
The kind of book lover who loves all books, who shows no distaste for the simple read. Books can be big and comprehensive or short and straightforward, that doesn’t mean you have to love any of them more or less.
My weekly read is “Winter is Past” by Anne Weale
It could be your next favorite.
-Thanks for reading,
Good evening blogger,
Today I raise a glass to toast the start of the 29th book I will have read in the year 2016.
I can’t tell you why that number has any significance but what I can tell you is that I have never been more proud to be the person I am today than at any other time in my fleeting 22 years.
I have learned more about myself this year than I expected, I think partially this has to do with the constant changing state of Casey. Weeding out the good and bad of my life and learning what makes it all worth it.
Tomorrow I start a new job, I can tell you this is significant because I’ve worked at the same place for nearly four years and change isn’t something I take lightly or do often enough but the truth comes down to this:
it was time.
So, this is to the 29’s of your lives: the new jobs, the new families, the new pets, the new lunch spot, the new car, the new lover, the new record, the new life you are preparing for. I hope it finds you well, I always hope the 29’s find you well and you greet them eagerly.
“Give him another glass — then he’ll fetch up and get through it” -Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure
Thanks for reading,
-Lover of lit,
This week, notoriously known as dead week, is kicking my ass but it’s only gonna get me down if I let it; I refuse to let it.
I’ve procrastinated past the point of “oh this is fine.” I’ve now transitioned into the “I need to get my shit together” phase. Somehow I’m still sitting in the library, attempting to study, listening to Peter Gabriel and I really do feel fine.
Part of being a journalist is being a deadline driven.
I’m not sure I function in the well-planned. I’m also not a fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl but I am the kind of girl who puts everything off to curl up with a book instead of responsibility. The kind of girl who drinks three cups of coffee in the morning then goes without it for week. I’m the kind of girl who falls in love fast, with words, people and macaroni and cheese.
I’m also the kind of girl who wants to be read. I want to inspire the way some books have inspired me to keep reading, growing and pushing past the point of “this is fine” to the “this is extraordinary.”
One of my favorite poems describes me perfectly today, so here it follows:
Well, I am thinking this may be my last summer, but cannot lose even a part of pleasure in the old-fashioned art of idleness. I cannot stand aghast at whatever doom hovers in the background…
lots of love from yours truly,
Tonight, while I know I have about one hundred different things to do, I am avoid all of those to read, relax and eat my weight in my homemade double chocolate cake.
Do you blame me?
I’ll hate myself tomorrow for wasting this time but for now I am left with Shakespeare in my hands and a quote by a man whose ideals have greatly influenced my education as a journalist and continue to do so.
“What hath night to do with sleep?” -John Milton
I lie awake, on a not-so-late night and think about this quote endlessly.
I think he meant the night was meant for dreaming, self-discovery: by that I mean think about every life mistake you’ve ever made and rest, not just sleep.
For we can sleep but never really rest.
I would keep going but to be honest I think I’m in need of some of that rest myself.
-Thanks for reading,
This could be perhaps the strangest blog post you will read by me, I’m not making any promises but as a reader, I think I should say something very important.
I love words.
My favorite words come from both great writers who have been recognized with a Pulitzer prize and those who I think deserved one but then I remember if you awarded everyone, it would hardly be a reward, would it?
I’ve been reading a book I picked up in the clearance section of Half-Price Books, in short, it cost me all of one dollar.
The first thing that came to my mind… What?
I quickly learned it was about a man struggling to make something of his future while an ailing family back home causes concern for a different kind of future.
However, this book did include a small insignificant quote that I must share.
“Alone in a swirl of sentences…”
If I had a thought about this sentence it would be this: I don’t think the author was trying to be prolific or impressive, he was just describing every reading experience I have ever had.
I love the simplicity of it.
We are alone in the world, left to figure it all out for ourselves. That sentence described the whole damn book.
Please ponder, wonder and explore those sentences, no matter how insignificant.
-Your girl, lover of lit
Recently I started reading “Me Before You” a popular YA novel that is soon to be a movie.
I’m a sucker for a good romance book and this one especially.
I won’t give it all away but I could maybe sum up what I think might happen in the book.
So far a lovely young woman who seems to be full of life, Louisa Clark, takes a job as a caretaker to the once very adventurous, Will Traynor who is now wheelchair bound.
So this is what I think will happen:
They will fall in love, he starts to feel like he may be able to move again or atleast part of his body and them he unexpectedly dies.
If you didn’t know, I’m also a sucker for realistic endings. I’ll continue to read and let you all know what I find in my venture.
Until next time ladies and gents,
-Casey, lover of lit.
Today I wanted you to have a gander at some quotes that have made me cry at sometime or another in my life.
I’ll tell you all about why they mean something and why they may mean something to you.
“Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.” -The Invisible Man
This book made me realize for the first time in my life that no matter how much my family tried or continues to try, my actions ultimately affect me. I hope this quote gives comfort to someone. I hope it acts as a way to encourage you. Much like the man in that book, we can’t give up because then we lose our humanity.
I’m not trying to be philosophical here, obviously the writers of these books know better than me about how to put these feeling into words.
“Terror made me cruel.” -Wuthering Heights
When my mother died I was almost a senior in high school, I enrolled for advanced placement english class and this book was on our summer reading list. I would think you could now understand why this quote is so beloved by me.
“You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.” -The Road
I read this book as a freshman in college, I was having a difficult time adjusting to the changes of college. I had to remind myself numerous times that I was and still am lucky to have the opportunity to learn from educated people. Anyone in the world would be lucky to know. I had to remind myself that I needed to be excited about learning before anything was every bound to stick in my head.
Just because I wanted it doesn’t mean I needed it. I had to remind myself that needing and wanting should always go hand in hand. If we collide these two, and I honestly believe this, we reach our ultimate goal. Or at least I am finding I am meeting mine.
-Thanks for reading