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A More Diverse Universe: Pemba's Song (review)
I'm so pleased to be participating in the blog book reviewing tour A More Diverse Universe. You can read more about it and see the book tour schedule over at Aarti's blog, Booklust.
Marilyn Nelson and Tonya C. Hegamin, Pemba's Song: A Ghost Story. Scholastic Press, 2008.
Pemba's Song is the story of the eponymous heroine's move from Brooklyn to ( Read more... ) -
this is a fun holiday game
Comment to this post, and I will list five things I associate with you. They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your LJ (or just add a reply back to me). Other people (including me) can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.
From writeswithyarn
1) Jade
I have a few lovely ( Read more... ) -
Good Friday
This year, it began with an hour of breastfeeding in the wee sma's (followed by several more similar hours at irregular intervals before dawn!) - not an ordinary devotion and I confess I struggled to find any of Good Friday in my day with the bean yesterday. Except perhaps for the heartfelt conversations with the other half on how challenging it ( Read more... ) -
t-space revisited: clearing the decks
So a while ago I posted about my thesis's ever-growing hunger for space, time and energy ( Read more... ) -
Clunk
The sound of me falling so hard for Secret Society Girl. It's this year's Gossip Girl.
1.5 chapters in and I'm convinced Diana Peterfreund might just get me through my thesis.
Yet another fabulous recommendation by the adorable karenhealey who saves my life in so many ways! -
waiting
The (otherwise delightful) Book Depository dispatched my copy of Guardian of the Dead (yes, I'm too lazy to link, google people, google!) on MONDAY and it still hasn't arrived. I am unimpressed Royal Mail. UNIMPRESSED!
GIVE ME MY BOOK I SAY! -
because Karen Healey told me to
The Jewel
There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.
-James Wright -
running on empty
'you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go.' -
precision
One of the . . . erm . . bonuses of marriage is the unexpected insight on one's process one receives from one's partner ( Read more... ) -
Lent?
What?
Whsht!!
That was the sound of discipline out the door.
We will try again tomorrow.
And by 'we' I mean, me.