It is ever growing and never shrinking. I have dozens more to read, but yesterday I added six more. “I need something to blog about.” was my only excuse for “splurging”. (Big splurge indeed, only spent $22.00)
Book searching is a treasure hunt. Whether new or old, each contain abundant wealth within its pages. But for me, used books store the most diamonds. Read more
My soul has vanished within the pages, but it couldn’t be happier. The book introduced me to itself as a mutual friend of From Dust And Ashes. As Goyer’s second novel about Mauthausen concentration camp, I became overjoyed to know its acquaintance. Part One was a casual stroll meeting the new characters and generally getting to know the plot. It reminded me some of the previous book, but still contained its own personality. I sighed for days of yore, but still respected it as its own person. Part Two, we ran deeper into the woods until we were finally sucked in during Parts Three and Four. My soul, hand in hand with the book, has now been lost. Deep inside the recesses it fell in love with Night Song never to be seen again. Read more
It’s a queer thing a book. How can a few letters stuck together on pieces of tree have the power to make itself home in my heart? My soul has encountered a life changer. Read more
While pursuing my own personal studies, this is one thing I’ve learned: Read more
When you think of Easter, the next accompanying thought may not be murder. (Or at least I hope not, ya psycho.) But to this maniac, there was no better week. Read more
Authors come and go, but the great ones always live on. They are immortalized by their writings. But, though they speak to me, it’s a heartbreaking thought that I can’t speak back. My heart is imprisoned behind a wall of longing which can never be broken down. But I can certainly build windows! This letter to Twain is a simple conversation and a host of questions I would ask if he were sitting right beside me today. Read more
Did I really expect to find a quote from Tom Sawyer? Maybe I did. And I had another one underlined, but this one struck me more than the other. Maybe I’ll post the second quote later this week, but I want you to take a look at this for a quick second. Read more
If I could describe Tom Sawyer in a few simple words, the above quoted would be it. There were so many happy little details of childhood I had forgotten, but were brought back to memory after reading this. Tom Sawyer is about as close as I can get to returning to the days of playful yore.
Though summer is the absolute best time for reading, not many books make it to my list. But those who do usually fall into one of the four categories:
- They scream SUMMER.
- They are too thick and are on reserve for such a time as this.
- They pleadingly look at me to FINALLY read them.
- I want them with me on my journeys.