Lately I've been thinking that my parents perhaps raised me in the wrong way. Though, to be fair, I can hardly blame it on them. It's not their fault I've turned out the way I have. I could blame the culture or the media or the Man, but why bother? I prefer to call it a phenomenon of strange and wondrous proportions ( Read more... )

I don't like Thursdays, as a rule. They're better than Tuesdays, obviously, but still not as nice as Wednesdays or Fridays. But today was different. Today was goodThis morning I read a short story that was actually very, very good by a guy I know. It was well-written and interesting and, well, great. Nothing starts the day off better than a good ( Read more... )

I'll be the first to admit- I'm not a car person. I can drive (fairly well, I might add) and I know where the gas goes and that strange noises + car= bad. Beyond that, well, not so much.

But I do know that high-pitched squealing, strange smells, and smoke from the engine are no good indicators.

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Tuesdays are awful.

O John Green, you are a marvelous man, so funny and clever and entertaining. Paper Towns was brilliant and a fantastic read. Your videos make me snort tea out of my nose. And John Green, if I didn't love you so much, I might hate you.

Because you, along with the nefarious darkiknowwell, have conspired to rob me of a good night's rest. I began Paper Towns with ( Read more... )

I love bookshops? Don't you? Who doesn't? And if you don't, why are you here? Moving on ( Read more... )

I have news! Much exciting news! (Though it unfortunately does not concern a certain vacationing muse.) Ahem. I've just been ice-skating for the first time in my life ( Read more... )

As anyone who's ever started a writing project of any kind will know, muses tend to disappear on vacation at the least opportune moments. My muse, who's been hanging around for a while, drinking my tea and eating my chocolate-covered pretzels (more on those later) and generally being kind and benevolent, has deserted me. Right in the middle of a ( Read more... )

I have a confession: I hate the Post Office. Not just one, mind you. All of them. Every. Single. One. Which makes the fact that I ship things books regularly extremely... painful. Every time I walk into one of those horrid, official-smelling buildings, I start to clench my teeth. By the time I actually get to the point where I have to talk to a ( Read more... )

The secular part of the holidays always brings me interesting challenges. You see, I love getting new things. Books in particular. And when I have money to burn, I go to a bookstore and emerge two or three hours later, leaving a trail of destruction and empty bookshelves in my wake, cackling in glee as I croon over my new loves. Never mind that I ( Read more... )

No, really. I've been sort of slow with my reading lately, what with the major upswing in school work and all, and I'm making my slow, analytical way through Adventures of Huckleberry Finn at the moment, so how about a break for a little look at something cool ( Read more... )