Hot diggity, it’s already the end of June! Now, I usually can’t get over how quickly the month goes by, but this was lightening fast. So, what’s been happening? Let’s recap…
-The Tony Awards. I’m not as familiar with the Tonys as I am the Oscars, but it was a fun watch.
I found this oddly amusing.
The Myst (remember that game??) OST. Despite not having any clue as to what I was doing, I loved playing it as a kid. My favourite track starts at around 6:30.
-Music from the Handmaid’s Tale series. I can’t say enough about the series, and the musical tracks they include just make it even better.
Cassandra Clare’s Lord of Shadows. Man, she’s goooood. When I was reading its prequel Lady Midnight, I didn’t feel much of a connection with the characters (perhaps from being hung up on the other set in her previous books), but after reading this book I warmed to them more.
–Letters to the Lost by Iona Grey. Oh boy. If you write a WWII romance/mystery involving a hunky American pilot, and link it to present day through old letters, you have me hooked. It was kind of sad in some parts, but I liked it anyway.
–Lord of Shadows by Cassandra Clare. Just barely into it, but I think it’s going to be a good read. I trust in Cassandra Clare.
–A poem I heard over the radio On World Poetry Day.
–Library of Souls by Ransom Riggs. Is love too strong a word to describe how I felt about this series? The old timey pictures first drew me in, and I’ve stuck with it since the beginning. I don’t think I’ve gone through a book so fast for quite some time. (IT WAS THE CHARACTERS.) Now it’s finished, I’m bummed, and what am I to read to next?
It goes without saying: tissues upon tissues upon tissues. More so than usual.
Snow. And then, melting snow.
Jack Reacher: NEVER GO BACK. I’m not one for action movies, but I gotta say this was pretty good.
The sun! Finally!
Valentine’s Day…. Stuff.
The Trudeau-Trump meeting. Just… Yeeuugh.
Anything with Trump just… Yeeeeuuugh.
Whatever crap that comes out of the POTUS’ office, ho hum….
Stuff about the latest great new Netflix series. This time, it’s Riverdale based on the Archie comics. (AND I STILL DON’T HAVE NETFLIX.)
A particularly lovely story (first half) from Canada’s story-teller, Stuart McLean (of the Vinyl Cafe), who sadly passed away last week. I used to listen to his radio show when I was living away at university, and in the years afterward; his stories were always funny and touching, and a comfort to listen to.
Finally half way finished with this book! After three years of stopping and re-reading. I’ve stopped again, but I’ll finish it sooner or later.
The English Patient. So far, it seems to be a good read, but I’m on the fence about whether I’m liking it or not.
“It’s funny these trips we take: to beaches and cottages, to mountains and lakes, and sometimes to the highways, to the place between places. We leave the things that we love, the things that are familiar to us, and trade them for the new and the different. City folks like me often head to the country; country folks are often city bound. We see things big and small, old and new and we collide with one another. We come together as strangers, and, if we’re lucky, learn over and over how much we are connected to one another; how even, in our differences, we are the same, and how, when we consider it, how safe the world usually is. Full of people, just like us who are trying their best to do the right thing, and be their best self.”
“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.”
~F. Scott Fitzgerald, Letter to Isabelle Amorous, Feb. 1920
Well, thanks for the reminder, Twitter! Without books, the world would be a darker and more miserable place than it (already) is today. Books have the power to uplift, inspire, and drive our imaginations wild. I mention books a fair bit on here, but seeing as it is a special day, I’m going to list off some of my favourite reads, both past and present.
Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte. TBH, I thought I wouldn’t like it much, because with previous classic 19th century novels I’d read in uni, I thought it would be dense and incomprehensible. How wrong I was! It was thrilling and romantic, and yet it gave me the boost of independence and endurance I was looking for in Jane’s character.
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak. I don’t think enough can be said about this book. It’s beautifully written and painfully sad, and I can’t say much more about it other than… Why????
Booky, Bernice Thurman Hunter. I read this when I was twelve, and I must say I loved reading the stories of our main girl Booky, who grew up in Toronto during the depression era. Not only that but she was gawky af, so I found that relatable. (but who isn’t gawky at that age really?)
The Babysitters Club, Ann M. Martin. If you grew up in the eighties or nineties, this series was pretty much your bible. It had friendship, drama, mystery, and everything a teen (girl, anyway) could ask for.
The Mortal Instruments series, Cassandra Clare. Again, I was rather hesitant about starting it at first, but I found myself engrossed pretty quickly. In short: her books are awesome. Also, it’s not often that something a character says will make me laugh out loud in a book, but Clare has managed to do that. Frequently. (My favourite in the whole series is the last one, City of Heavenly Fire.)
The Diviners, book 1, Libba Bray. Ok, this book has all of my favourite elements: 1920s everything, ghosts, mystery, horror, humour, and romance to sweeten the deal. Lots of fun to read, and definitely one of my favourites.
I Heard my Mother Call my Name, Nancy Hundall. If I asked my mom for a complete number count of how many times I got her to read this to me before bed as a kid, she’d probably say too many times. I guess I just liked how soothing it was, to listen to the author describe the peaceful atmosphere of the neighbourhood after the sun has gone down. (Plus, the pictures are gorgeous)
If you haven’t already guessed, I’m a complete suck for romantic subplots! But I also enjoy a good mystery/thriller novel.
Now, I ask you this: what is/are your favourite book(s)?
Elizabeth Bennet gif from here (on that note, P&P is actually not one of my favourite reads.)
Wow, I don’t know about you but I feel like this month has been really dragging. With all the stuff that’s been happening in the world, both here in North America and farther out, it just feels like one big tragedy after another. And don’t even get me started on the Republican GOP thing this week! (We Canadians may be on the other side of the border, but we know and see all.)
Here’s what’s been happening lately.
-Republican Convention stuff. My reaction to everything about it.
-Speaking of which, if you’re looking for a laugh (and let’s face it, who isn’t) Stephen Colbert recently did a Hunger Games-esque spoof on the Convention.
-I saw REO Speed Wagon and Def Leppard live on the weekend! It was a pretty good show, even if my ear drums suffered the effects the next day. (I can’t fight this feeling anymooorrre…)
-Guess who else I saw live this week? THEPAUL MCCARTNEY. Ok, I have a few things to say about this: I went with my dad, and this was our second time seeing him perform. He was just as brilliant as the first time back in 2010, and to top off our night, as we were leaving the building, Paul and his band were also leaving in their coach buses, and he was waving to everyone from the front of the bus. We were in actual walking, breathing distance with one another. That was the closest I’ll probably ever get to him, and I was waving like an idiot… But it was a thrilling, magical ten seconds.
Sticky! It’s warm outside. Maybe too warm. I guess you could even say it was hot.
Shakespeare, by Bill Bryson. A good read on the life of the late great Bard; considering the fact that he made a ridiculously good name for himself as a playwright in his time, it amazes me how there’s so much we still don’t know about him personally. He’s definitely in the records (half the time), but aside from his written works, there’s nothing really else tangible as to who he was a person–his feelings on matters and people, etc. He’s an actual, literal enigma.
Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte. Admittedly, I’m kind of on the fence about it. It’s definitely not like Jane Eyre (not that I was expecting it to be), but there’s a lot of drama suspense involved, and quite a lot darker than JE. I’m not terribly keen on the leading female character Catherine, but maybe you’re not supposed to be? Eh, I’ll see once I reach the end of the novel.