It’s Friday I’m in Book Love (5)

“It’s Friday I’m in Book Love” is a weekly love fest having to do with something I love (or like a TON) about books.  Title is from a line of The Cure’s “It’s Friday I’m in Love.”


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So I feel really bad for the girl where I got this picture from.  Every week she probably gets this notification that I’ve linked to her.  Oops.

Well, this Friday I’m super appreciative for her.
and.

BOOKSTORES.

I realize I’m biased.  I work in one.  But even in ones I don’t work for?  I LOVE THEM THEY ARE SO NEAT.  So support your local bookstore by going there and your local bookseller by smiling at him/her.

The bulk of my afternoon was spent in one today and it just made me so incredibly happy to be in a building housed with 23049820395809 books.  Give or take a few :D.  It’s amazing.  They just let you walk around and touch things and read things and they don’t even get mad at you if you leave empty handed!

I didn’t leave empty handed… but that’s for another post!

Alright, I’m off to pick up like 10 packages of cream cheese.  There may be a post tomorrow featuring my attempt at replicating a recipe my friend tried out.  It will probably feature me coming to the final conclusion (for the umpteenth time) that I need to start buying baked goods instead of trying to make them…

Happy Friday!!

It’s Friday I’m in Book Love (4)

“It’s Friday I’m in Book Love” is a weekly love fest having to do with something I love (or like a TON) about books.  Title is from a line of The Cure’s “It’s Friday I’m in Love.”

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It wasn’t until my senior year of college that I actually started to really, really like poetry.  Previously I thought it was just a waste of my life– half the time I didn’t understand it and the other half when I thought I did understand it I thought it was fairly pointless.  However, as one of my professors used to say: when he doesn’t understand something usually the problem is him, not what he is reading.  That was what the case was with poetry and me.  I just didn’t get it.  My creative writing professor (ABD!) was the one that stirred my love for poetry- at least a certain type.   The type where you read it and you can’t necessarily say this means this and that means that, but the type where it’s just a slice of the poet’s heart on a platter saying, “this- this is what I feel.”

Because it was only like a year ago when I discovered I like poetry the whole genre is relatively new to me which is one of the reasons I keep posting poetry.

So anyway now that random sharing time is over, Louise Gluck has become one of my favorite poets (I make it sound like I have a lot of favorite poets– I really only read like 3 or so) especially the poem shared below.  When I first read that poem my immediate reaction was “that is my heart.”  Granted, I’m in a whole other place than I was when I first read that poem, but it stills feels like a part of me.  I would definitely suggest picking up a book of her poetry.  She just sort of wraps you up into her words.

So here we go– one of my favorite poems of all time:

Hesitate to Call
by Louise Gluck

“Lived to see you throwing
Me aside. That fought
Like netted fish inside me. Saw you throbbing
In my syrups. Saw you sleep. And lived to see
That all that all flushed down
The refuse. Done?
It lived in me.
You live in me. Malignant.
Love, you ever want me, don’t”

It’s Friday I’m in Book Love (3)

“It’s Friday I’m in Book Love” is a weekly love fest having to do with something I love (or like a TON) about books.  Title is from a line of The Cure’s “It’s Friday I’m in Love.”

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This week’s book love is one of my favorite poems written by e.e. cummings.  It was also featured in the newly released book Delirium by Lauren Oliver much to my happy surprise!

Hope you like it:

“Here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
Which grows higher than the soul can hope
Or mind can hide
…And this is the wonder
That’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart.”

Anyone have any of their own favorite poetry to share?

It’s Friday I’m in Book Love (2)

“It’s Friday I’m in Book Love” is a weekly love fest having to do with something I love (or like a TON) about books.  Title is from a line of The Cure’s “It’s Friday I’m in Love.”

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This week’s love comes from a fun video I saw posted on the blog 22 Words.  You can see the original post here.  Also, his blog is another thing I love.  Currently it’s more of a smorgasbord of fun, interesting, silly, useful and/or educational things found around the web, but if you look in his archive he has a lot of thought provoking posts.  And grammar!  (Yes, I realize that sentence wasn’t a real sentence).

Anyway, this is EXACTLY how I get when I’m reading (give or take the angry snarls and stealing presents from children…).

 

 

Now I have to get back to cleaning up my Red Velvet Cupcake baking disaster.  I think I ought to start leaving the baking to the pros…

It’s Friday I’m in Book Love (1)

I’m starting a new thing based off of The Cure’s song “Friday I’m in Love” where every Friday I share something I love about books, whether it be a quote or something I just love about books and writing (or both!).  Feel free to pitch in with things you love!

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“Anna Arkadyevna read and understood; but it was distasteful to her to read, that is, to follow the reflection of other people’s lives. She had too great desire to live herself. If she read that the heroine of the novel was nursing a sick man, she longed to move with noiseless steps about the room of a sick man; if she read of a member of Parliament making a speech, she longed to be delivering the speech; if she read of how Lady Mary had ridden after the hounds, and had provoked her sister-in-law and had surprised every one by her boldness, she too wished to be doing the same. But there was no chance of doing anything”

Anna Karenina

I love it when you’re reading and then you realize, “that’s me.  I feel/act/think the exact same way and hope/dream of the same exact things.”  Back when I read Anna Karenina I read the above I remember being taken slightly aback- you mean, someone feels that way too?? It’s always wonderful when you find those thoughts you’ve never really aired before echoed from a source you weren’t expecting it to come from.

Books have such a fantastic power to them.  They have the ability to enchant, woo, sway, absorb, enlighten… I realize I’m probably preaching to the choir here if you’re reading my blog (what with the name of it and whatnot), but man.  Sometimes I just feel so lucky.  I’m so grateful for so many talented writers and I’m so grateful for being in a position with an incredible amount of access to such writers.

Man, it’s Friday and I’m in love:).