Isabel models my current sentiments:
Ever step away from your blog for a while and when you come back, it's like you're blinking into the light thinking, "What is this? Where am I?" And, possibly, "Why am I here?"
Yeah, long week, already. I skipped Monday Malarkey because it was a holiday and I had my people at home, but then I skipped Tuesday because it hurt (ouch, migraine) and Wednesday just wants to crush me because it's rude. So, here . . . a totally unsolicited, semi-focused otter:
And, I'll talk to you about books another day. It's not unusual for me to feel a little meh during Book Expo America week because, 11 years into blogging (11 years, as of next week), I've never made it to BEA. Probably never will. I just thought I'd say hey.
Hey.
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Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Monday, September 21, 2015
No malarkey again
Clearly, I am growing weary of my weekly malarkey post, so it's time to change things up a bit. But, first . . . the last two weeks' posts:
- The Night Sister by Jennifer McMahon (book review)
- Radioactive: Marie and Pierre Curie by Lauren Redniss (book review)
- Fiona Friday - Surge (cat photo)
- Tuesday Twaddle - Casual Twaddle (like malarkey only cheesier, with photos)
- Let Me Tell You by Shirley Jackson (book review)
- Fiona Friday - It's scary out there (cat photo)
And, if all goes as planned, I'll start doing some quick catch-up reviews, tomorrow.
Reminder: Next month is October, the month in which many of us plan to read Neverwhere. Unfortunately, my internet provider has warned us that at some point in October they'll be changing us from one network to another and we "may experience a lengthy disruption in service" so I have no freaking idea whether or not I'll even have internet access. Sorry about that. I haven't registered a hashtag but I'm thinking #NeverwhereRAL. Sound good?
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Tuesday, August 25, 2015
What the cat saw and a break to heal
This was a cute moment. Can you see what Izzy spotted?
It is harder to type than I expected and I'm supposed to wear this little brace thingie on my wrist/hand for about 10-14 days, so I'm going to step away from the computer until it at least stops throbbing. As I mentioned, I have some routine maintenance to do, anyway (and I think I can do most of it one-handed). I'll be back in a week, maybe two! Till then, Happy Reading!
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Friday, May 01, 2015
Fiona Friday and Things I Forgot to Remember
First things first: It's Friday, so you get a cat photo.
This week, I received a flattish parcel that was easily converted into a fabulous cat-house. The girls love it. They've used it both as a resting spot and a tunnel. Fun!
Second: I completely forgot to share a link to a friend's recent release.
Riding With No Hands by Harrison Wilde is the memoir of a single year of his harrowing childhood. The author and I have been friends for many years and he asked me to read it and make suggestions, a few years ago. At the time, I just listed it as a nameless book since it wasn't yet available and he didn't want me to mention it by title (although the title has not changed). He's just recently self-published it for Kindle:
Riding With No Hands by Harrison Wilde
I haven't read the updated version but I can tell you that Harrison Wilde's writing is solid. The story is a difficult read, focusing on abuse and sexual awakening during his 13th year - difficult meaning "gut-wrenching". I think I found it especially difficult because the author is a friend and I hate it that he went through such horrible experiences; it's hard reading about the horror someone you care for had to deal with. But, he survived and has thrived, so at least I was able to close it knowing, "He's okay."
In other news: It's that nice in-between season when it's not too cold, not too hot. Because we've had a wet spring, we have a limited amount of time to get the deck painted before the real heat descends (too late to beat the mosquitoes, unfortunately), and there's a lot of busy work to do while we can still throw the windows open. So, I'm not finding a lot of time to sit down and write and if Monday Malarkey and Fiona Friday are all I can get to, so be it.
National Poetry Month is over. Darn. I love National Poetry Month. I didn't manage to finish up any more poetry books beyond the three I wrote about, but I still have some checked out from the library. I've got some other books that have priority on my mental reading list, though, so it remains to be seen whether I'll get to them or not.
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This week, I received a flattish parcel that was easily converted into a fabulous cat-house. The girls love it. They've used it both as a resting spot and a tunnel. Fun!
Second: I completely forgot to share a link to a friend's recent release.
Riding With No Hands by Harrison Wilde is the memoir of a single year of his harrowing childhood. The author and I have been friends for many years and he asked me to read it and make suggestions, a few years ago. At the time, I just listed it as a nameless book since it wasn't yet available and he didn't want me to mention it by title (although the title has not changed). He's just recently self-published it for Kindle:
Riding With No Hands by Harrison Wilde
I haven't read the updated version but I can tell you that Harrison Wilde's writing is solid. The story is a difficult read, focusing on abuse and sexual awakening during his 13th year - difficult meaning "gut-wrenching". I think I found it especially difficult because the author is a friend and I hate it that he went through such horrible experiences; it's hard reading about the horror someone you care for had to deal with. But, he survived and has thrived, so at least I was able to close it knowing, "He's okay."
In other news: It's that nice in-between season when it's not too cold, not too hot. Because we've had a wet spring, we have a limited amount of time to get the deck painted before the real heat descends (too late to beat the mosquitoes, unfortunately), and there's a lot of busy work to do while we can still throw the windows open. So, I'm not finding a lot of time to sit down and write and if Monday Malarkey and Fiona Friday are all I can get to, so be it.
National Poetry Month is over. Darn. I love National Poetry Month. I didn't manage to finish up any more poetry books beyond the three I wrote about, but I still have some checked out from the library. I've got some other books that have priority on my mental reading list, though, so it remains to be seen whether I'll get to them or not.
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Thursday, March 01, 2012
Some notes from The Painted Veil
I noticed I still have many Post-it notes in my copy of The Painted Veil by W. Somerset Maugham (<---my review) so this post is simply a compilation of bits and pieces that I don't want to forget. For starters, some vocabulary:

Sentence: "Where's your topee?"


Sentence: "Where's your topee?"
topee - Pith hat; a lightweight hat worn in tropical countries for protection from the sun.
Sentence: "She called him pusillanimous."
pusillanimous - Showing a lack of courage or determination; timid.

Sentence: "The vivid scenes with their elegant color, their unexpected distinction, and their strangeness, were like an arras before which, like mysterious, shadowy shapes, played the phantoms of Kitty's fancy."
arras - A tapestry, wall hanging.
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On page 199 of my copy, one of the characters claims another character died of a broken heart because of his or her last words (I'm being cagey, here -- don't want to potentially spoil the book for anyone): "The dog it was that died." Here's the poem from which that last line hails:
AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOGBy Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774)Good people all of every sort,Give ear unto my song;And if you find it wondrous short,--It cannot hold you long.In Islington there was a man,Of whom the world might sayThat still a godly race he ran,--Whene'er he went to pray.A kind and gentle heart he had,To comfort friend and foes;The naked every day he clad,--When he put on his clothes.And in that town a dog was found,As many dogs there be,Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,And curs of low degree.The dog and man at first were friends;But when a pique began,The dog, to gain some private ends,Went mad, and bit the man.Around from all the neighboring streets,The wondering neighbors ran,And swore the dog had lost his wits,To bite so good a man.The wound it seemed both sore and sad,To every Christian eye,And while they swore the dog was madThey swore the man would die.But soon a wonder came to light,That showed the rogues they lied;The man recovered of the bite,The dog it was that died."An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog" is reprinted from A Nonsense Anthology. Ed. Carolyn Wells. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1915.
"An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog" makes some sense of what happens in A Painted Veil, actually. I'm glad I looked it up.
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An excerpt that backs up my comment that a few little lines in the movie constituted a senseless attack on Catholicism:
"It is a great misfortune to have a heart," said Kitty, with a smile."It is a great good fortune to consecrate that heart to the love of Jesus."
It is the Mother Superior who responds to Kitty.
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And, an expression I love:
"He was a thundering good chap, and he'll be missed here more than I can say."
I wish I could say someone was a "thundering good chap" without sounding pretentious. What a great expression!
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