Sunday, September 8, 2013

It's been so long since I've shared a haul with you all! These are the books I got on my latest thrifting session:

  • The Art of Teaching, by Gilbert Highet
  • Plain Truth, by Jodi Picoult
  • Name the Baby, by Mark Cirino
  • Prom, by Laurie Halse Anderson
  • Forever, by Pete Hamill
  • The Lovely Bones, by Alice Sebold

And all six for just one dollar!

What are your latest book purchases? Snagged any great deals lately?

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

For Women Who Are 'Difficult' to Love

By Warsan Shire

You are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

From Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth. Buy it here.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

New Online Store!

I've set up a new online store. Please consider using it. Great prices on great books!

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Friday, August 9, 2013

Quick Reads: 55 Great Books Under 200 Pages!

Crunched for time and looking for some quick reads? Or just want to check out some great-but-short books? The Half Price Books blog has a great list of books under 200 pages. It included a wide variety of genres, from Siddhartha to Charlotte's Web.

Check out the full list here.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Designing "Lolita"

The New Yorker has an interesting little article regarding book cover design for the Vladimir Nabokov novel Lolita. Being a book lover and design major, I have no choice but to recommend it to you all.

Read it here.

My favorite of the covers featured:

(Cover by Jamie Keenan)

Friday, May 31, 2013

Home Wrecker

And this is how we danced: with our mothers’
white dresses spilling from our feet, late August

turning our hands dark red. And this is how we loved:
a fifth of vodka and an afternoon in the attic, your fingers

sweeping though my hair—my hair a wildfire.
We covered our ears and your father’s tantrum turned

into heartbeats. When our lips touched the day closed
into a coffin. In the museum of the heart

there are two headless people building a burning house.
There was always the shotgun above the fireplace.

Always another hour to kill—only to beg some god
to give it back. If not the attic, the car. If not the car,

the dream. If not the boy, his clothes. If not alive,
put down the phone. Because the year is a distance

we’ve traveled in circles. Which is to say: this is how
we danced: alone in sleeping bodies. Which is to say:

This is how we loved: a knife on the tongue turning
into a tongue.

—Ocean Vuong

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

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Ophelia, by British artist Sir John Everett Millais.

This oil-on-canvas painting depicts the character Ophelia from Shakespeare's Hamlet singing whilst floating down the river before she drowns. This seen is described by Queen Gertrude in Act IV, Scene VII of the classic play:

Queen. There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men’s fingers call them;
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clamb’ring to hang, an envious silver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element. But long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.