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BOOKSTAGRAM

A lovely acquaintance, Mollie, made a bookish instagram for her editing called Molliereads (mohrediting.com).  AND it inspired me to make an instagram for bookishness and blogging and happiness and words and connecting.

Find me on Instagram @ bookishcassie

You can view my bookish life as it unfolds and we can share favorite books, book photos, and book comments together in a smaller platform.

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BOOKSTAGRAM

BOOKSTAGRAM

YES. LET’S DO IT. If we can get a few followers from the blog maybe I’ll do Project 365 the Bookish Edition. That would actually be incredibly fun.  I’d have to read everyday for sure (not that I don’t, you know you have to get your before bed read on).


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Favorite Search Terms:

  • boobs beach: Are they searching for beaches where they can be top-free or are they just searching for boobs on a beach? Because someone should send this person a sand mermaid.
  • Handwritten tutorials bowl movements: Is someone looking for a how-to-to-poop? SERIOUSLY GOOGLE?
  • how to use power point and make a project a cat come to the bowel and than cursior click tail of cat and than cat was go back: Yea, this person definitely meant to get my blog.
  • i have an idea that my guardian angel often looks like this fb meme: Your search has been answered.

Meme from quickmemes.com…Are memes under fair use?

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Newsday Tuesday

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Favorite Search Terms:

  • i’ve always imagined heaven to be a kind of library: You and me both, googler.
  • burying book in the wall ai weiwei: This is a history lesson I must google to get…now.
  • johnny depp high school girlfriend: Yep, you got my blog.  OW OW! It’s filled with useless facts like this.

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Swoon-Worthy Bookish Valentine Gift Guide

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Create your own flame with this Bookish Valentine Gift Guide

The Big-Hearted Book Lover:

Big Hearted Book Lover

Big Hearted Book Lover

For the Coffee Shop Daters:

LeggingsWear

For the Bright & Bookish:

UniqueFunk

For the Note Passer:

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For the Girl Who Carries Her Weight in Books:

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For the Girl With Lists That Have No Titles:

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Girls Who Celebrate Caturday with Books:

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Bookish on a Budget (Nothing Over $15):

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Favorite Search Terms:

  • see me in a supermarket: What section can I find you in? I prefer the cheeses, or the canned vegetables.  I get nervous when people flick fruit.
  • poem test compared to bowel movement: …. whaaaa??
  • minecraft pub interior: I love when I get super nerdy search terms like this.

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Newsday Tuesday

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***Due to vacations, this post will be a three week catch-up post. YAY!***

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Favorite Search Terms: 

  • i was at the supermarket and say you hey what are you doing here you know just hunting for elephants:  I think this is an internet joke that you can find on pinterest, but it’s written like my students essays…scary.
  • a blonde with wedding party: Usually I get some sick fetish search terms and after reading this one I tried to think of all the weird things that would make you search this.  It wasn’t pretty.
  • vintage petticoat punishment in a mother’s: Here is one of those weird, fetish search terms.  How very Alice of you, anonymous.
  • is it etiquette to use guest bathroom for bowel movement: And then there are hilarious bowel movement search terms.  This is my favorite in a WHILE.  Which other bathroom would you use?  Would you walk into my bedroom’s bathroom to make sure the smell is far enough away from the living room.  I’m just not sure.  Where’s Dear Alice when you need her, or Abby, or just Cheryl Strayed.  I bet Cheryl would have a magnificent answer.

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Execution is an Ugly Word.

The Execution of Noa P. Singleton by Elizabeth L. Silver

I’ve always wondered what it takes to become a death row inmate.  Every week growing up, my family attended a church that was quite liberal in its beliefs (especially for being Catholic).   And every week when it came to praying especially for those around the world, we always prayed for a man named “Jeff Meyer and those who live with him on North Carolina’s death row.”  I never knew what Jeff Meyer did, or where he was holed up, but I prayed for this name regardless.  I suppose that’s a prime example of blind faith.  A few weeks ago, we stopped praying for Jeff Meyer.  His name just didn’t come up amongst the war heroes, people who passed away, or those hooked to a hospital bed, lying amid wires.   I haven’t been able to dig up anything on the google machine about Jeff Meyer’s death, but I know that I’ve heard this name repeated every Sunday over my upbringing.

I guess this all brings me to the major point: I chose The Execution of Noa P. Singleton by Elizabeth L. Silver on Netgalley because 1.  I watch far too many episodes of Law & Order and 2. I’ve been praying for a death row inmate for my entire teenage life and now well-into my adult life.   The Execution of Noa P. Singleton is a really strange book.  It tells the story of Ms. Singleton through the last months of her death row sentence and the story of how she became an inmate.  It’s a FRUSTRATING read.  She’s frustrating, her father is infuriating, his father’s girlfriend is a flaky waif who’s trying to find herself through semi-artistic means.   Don’t even get me started on Marlene, the mother of the victim.   That sounds really bad when you read the previous sentence, but the story of Noa’s crime involves Marlene deeply.  It’s a book full of disgusting characters.  It’s an episode of Criminal Minds in that the three main female characters are “normal” women.  They can be categorized differently: strong, bag o’ chips, damaged, but they’re all women who are succeeding in a society that has told each of them a different set of morals.

If you want a character-driven read, this is definitely it.  If you’re a psychology minor who thinks you can analyze people upon first meeting, read this.  If you’re an investigative spirit, or you’re the guy/gal who ruins movies for everyone you’re with because you tell the ending, then read this.  By the way, I’m one of you so I don’t judge.  We’re the puzzle solvers of the world without having to take a calculus class.

Death Row

The beginning part of this book was slow when Noa wasn’t opening up to the European, peachy-keen, boy-man of a lawyer.  He hadn’t yet cracked the porcelain of her story and was just tapping the glass of the prison window waiting for a response.  We were all in Noa’s head when she over-analyzed Marlene’s attempt at getting her clemency.   I think most of you know how it is to be too much in a character’s head and not enough in the environment.  The only book that has been successful with this for the entirety of a novel is Catcher in the Rye.  Somehow you want to be in Holden’s head.  I found him to be the polar opposite to Atticus Finch, but equally salty.  Noa is just a caged bird of a woman.  However, this is also the place where the author keeps her the most real.  I had to remind myself several times while reading that this woman has already served on death row for 10 years.  No wonder she’s such a black hole.  Who would want to be in the head of a murderer that’s lived in a body sized square for a third of her life.  Not this girl, that’s who.

Facts. Especially with this book.

I found this book incredibly interesting, but maddening.  These people are so sick and so twisted and so able to add calm to a situation that is nothing but.  I detest Marlene Dixon, she tormented me the most throughout the book.  I loathed her more than the killer.  She kept writing these letters to her daughter, Sarah, to make herself look and feel better.   Side story: my entire life I’ve been conscious of my maternal grandparents watching me.  It’s just my sixth sense or something.  I’ve never seen them, but boy will I ball within the second that one specific Dolly Parton song comes on.  I don’t even have to hear the words, I will be crying by the time Dolly opens her wide mouth.  A lot of the mistakes I could have made in high school were stopped because of this notion.  I thought, “but Grandpa S will see this and I will no longer be his favorite.”  I also believe I’m the favorite of the grandfather I’ve never met, but that’s just me being selfish.  If I did completely unlawful things in the hopes I could “save” my only daughter, when in reality I was breaking her twig wings, I definitely would not write her letters that make me look like an angel who was just trying to help.  That’s just my belief as a human being though.  The dead know.  They know our secrets and they know the unsaid, the undone, the truth of what happened during their lifetime.

Law System

Admitting is the first step, I know I’ve taken a weird and creepy turn on this one.

I just can’t ever, EVER like a character who can’t even make amends after death.  Can’t even be honest when the person you have left alone is finally free of your broken promises.  In fact, I’m angry.  I’m angry with Elizabeth L. Silver for writing a book when all of the characters are villains and I’m desperately trying to find the redeemable piece.  I don’t know how to write a complete villain, I don’t think anyone knows how to write a complete villain, but Silver may be the closest that’s ever come.  How do we become derailed? What is the difference between mistake and undone?

 

***GIVEAWAY WINNER WILL BE ANNOUNCED IN THE NEXT BLOG.  SORRY EVERYONE, I WAS ON VACATION.  CHECK BACK TO THE LAST BLOG IF YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT.***


Newsday Tuesday

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Favorite Search Terms:

  • lumberjack valentine: Somewhere out in the interwebs, there’s a girl who’s dating an alligator wrestler, or an Olympic weight-lifting champion, or a lumberjack.  The lumberjack’s girl wears plaid in her freetime and smells distinctly of burnt wood.
  • dress up poison ivy what every decision do you suggest any kids to do in nc is everything: I’m not sure this makes any sense at all, but thank you for using the google machine to write your life story, or a Halloween drunken memory.  Not quite sure which.
  • irish gypsies in south carolina: Is there a caravan park for this? I’d like to join the travelers.

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120 Books Later

Photographed: BOOKS & BOWEL MOVEMENTS

Photographed: BOOKS & BOWEL MOVEMENTS

This Christmas, I was given my usual books and my father was given a toilet seat.  If ever again I am asked why my blog title remains this tradition of reading while pottying, I will point to this blog.

Bookish Gal

Bookish Gal

This morning I sat at the breakfast table while my mom vacuumed around me and my father had a Santa nap on the couch.  I finished the 120th book of the year.  Here is my thank you speech:

I’d like to thank the Academy, my mother, my father, my brother for creating competition, coffee, sweet potato muffins, fellow bloggers, my students, books AND bowel movements, dancing in the kitchen, soft rain, both cats, and my budget for adding $50 a month for books for the last year.  (It’s clear I have a problem and I should have started with “I am Cassie M and I am a bookoholic.”)

I’d like to thank people everywhere who read and who have encouraged me to continually write this blog even when I’m too tired, or there is too much reality television that I could watch instead.

I tried to get it down, but I’m not sure these words are good enough.

I think it’s safe to say that I came to reading as an escape rather than the sport that it has become in my life.  When you’re a kid and instead of playing video games, you’re picking Great Expectations off the shelf of the school library, you know you’re different.  And I’ve finally come to realize that that’s a good different.  We’re studiers of the language of our time, we’re the history keepers, the stop-motion picture takers, the people who can appreciate a moment put to words.  I can analyze the placement of a period for an hour if I must.  I prefer the soft light of a flashlight against the glow of a sheet rather than a ceiling light or a lamp.  We all do, us readers.  We’re like a community, a sisterhood, a brotherhood, we should design robes that have pockets deep enough for all the characters we carry around after we’ve placed our bookmark in new pages, new words, new wishes.

HOLY BOOKS BATMAN!

HOLY BOOKS BATMAN!

Like oak trees that carry equators of history in one chopped stump, we carry words.  We are the people that will carry history all the way to our grave stones.  When we’re asked by grand children, small children, dwarves in the woods, about our world we’ll be able to tell them with eloquence and grace whether we start with “Once Upon a Time” or “It was a dark and stormy night.”  We carry the voices of generations in our wombs and for longer than nine months, for life times.  We’re women made of hair, water, and syllables.  They kink in our hair, leave freckles on our cheeks, sunburns, hang nails, wrinkles at the bed of our palms.  We’re not made of water, fire, earth, or wind, but stories, paragraphs, sentences, ink.  The next time you wonder why you picked up that book instead of turned on that television, remember the gift that you’re bearing because not a lot of people are given this gift.  We’re the minor few.

True. Story.

True. Story.

My dad just said, “You know the theme I find with these books about presidents, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, they’re all well read, they all sit in the evening and read.”  It’s just proof – we’re the Presidents of time and letter.

We’re the ones who walk into a bookstore and before turning to the coffee, the calendars or the shelves, we just take a deep breath.  There’s nothing more powerful than the smell of printed paper bound and stitched to a cover.  We don’t read blurbs, we break spines to read paragraphs before we buy the book.  We test ourselves with different genres, different publishing companies, different words.  We read everything; street signs, mall kiosks, gas station pamphlets, books. If there’s anything I learned from reading 120 books this year it’s that I’m one hell of a dinner party guest, no wait…that wasn’t it.  If there’s one thing I learned from reading 120 books this year, it’s that you can’t breathe under water and you can’t breathe in smoke, but you can breathe the middle of an o, the undercarriage of an a, the drooping breast of a b for life support.  You can live on words written and trees carved.

Just some more pictures of me.

Just some more pictures of me.

Thank you all for being a part of my journey this year.  I could not have done this without the encouragement of my blogging friends.  This community of people have made me feel more at home and more bookish than I ever thought possible.  Keep breathing, keep sobbing, carrying the weight of the world’s words on your shoulders because no one but you can bear it.


Project 365 | Week 49

Day 347 | Cat Nap

Shoved in the cushion.

Shoved in the cushion.

Don’t ask me how I got a cat this handsome or this photogenic, but he’s even a looker while he sleeps.

Day 348 | Tree Trimming

First Real Christmas Tree

First Real Christmas Tree

Brittni couldn’t believe that I didn’t know that you have to water these.  She whipped out her little watering can like a ninety-year old gardener and showed me the way.

Day 349 | Away in a Manger

Nephew

Nephew

My mom took my nephew to look at Christmas lights and he suddenly became a shepherd boy. Fits right in with his converses and shaggy Justin Bieber hair.  (Does anyone know how to correctly spell Bieber)?

Day 350 | Midsummer

Midsummer

Midsummer

My new life quote.

Day 351 | SELFIE

Photobooth

Photobooth

Good hair days are few and far between.  They need evidence.

Day 352 | “Glitter is the herpes of crafting”  – BD

Bookish Bulbs

Bookish Bulbs

Sunday afternoon crafting session with my cat lady double.

Day 353 | Progress Reports

Period Grades

Period Grades

Progress reports is almost never a good day.  It was even raining.  Jane Eyre should have come in and taught them a thing about the weather dictating feelings.


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