Imagine this. Well, just do this. Imagine this is a step-by-step list for reading Michael Cunningham’s new book, A Wild Swan. Watch this standup video of Iliza Shlesinger “The Grabbing Hand” Then, listen to this song by Sara Bareilles, “Faiytale.” Sing along if you want to. No one’s actually watching you at home, reading this… More “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let Down Your Hair”
I always pay special care to caterpillars. I move them from the walking path, and take time to place them without disruption next to the juiciest looking leaves. All of this even though they’re probably rude. Walrus’ being social animals, of course are friends with carpenters and walk upright on two deeply grooved fins. All of… More Yes, Gregory Maguire, we all see how LARGE your vocabulary is.
“Can’t Stop. Won’t Stop.” Young Gunz had it right as the musical equivalent of Slade House, David Mitchell’s new novel. What’s better than watching a horror flick? Experiencing one through storytelling. This book is a near perfect October read. It’s a bit chilling. It has orisons and realms and psychic telepathy and twins. Twins is… More Two Words: Brain Implosion
When I was younger, say nine, before ever watching crime television or probably ever experiencing 24 hour news as more than just background noise in my life, I would go to bed with the entire set of covers over myself, sometimes even the pillow over my head. I had four night lights, one was an angel.… More Pre-Reading: Look at the Synonyms of Dark.
Sarah Kay is her own genre. She has managed and created her own label and makes it practically impossible for anyone to now synonymously associate slam poetry and protest poetry. In most Youtube slam sensations, a person creates a swell and soft tide of screaming, then whispering, both to keep the audience on their toes… More Dot to Dot [An Illustrated Poem by Sarah Kay]
I’ve been quiet for a while. Turns out, a case of homesickness isn’t just for kids at camp. I moved in early July and have been yearning for cotton fields, and Friday Night Lights since I left. I also went from living completely alone in the coziness of a country town to getting a new… More I am fine with being a weed if I’ve broken cement to grow.
I just got a new journal. As my Mom always tells people, ruining the surprise, I like to hide my own journals among the books on my shelves instead of my underwear drawer, or below my pillow, or in-between the box spring and my mattress. In fact, my youngest and chunkiest cat, Fromage, likes to… More Find Your Journal, Find Your Zen.
I don’t know about you, but I shop on Etsy ALL. THE. TIME. I definitely can’t afford to ship myself furniture, but I love getting little keepsakes, trinkets, and especially journals on Etsy from artisans that have put hard work, independence, and usually recycled love into their creations. I’ve always been an antique shopper. I… More Weekly Literary Find
I think for some reason, I thought Another Day was going to be some sort of sequel. Like, “ouuuu, where did A go and what do other people like him do and who are they?” Does anyone else feel like there’s an abundance of mysterious A’s in teen literature (Pretty Little Liars, Every Day, Another… More RUN! It’s a Copout.
The fine people, literally, fine china, at Invaluable.com (an online auction house) asked me to make my dream literary collection, which is actually impossible. So, 978 books later, I decided to choose a few, more than a handful, of books and things that are must-haves in any library in which I inhale the sweet smell… More Meet Me at the (Book) Auction House