I forget to write laughter into the blog some days, but this little rascal cracks me up. I am a book lover and can’t imagine spurning books as gifts. Donate a book to a kid this year; save the world from zombified, Wii-wielding toddlers. It’s your human duty. Happy Friday!
I was the girl who did happy dances at book fairs. Whose mother rewarded her summer book reading…with more books. Who considered books an appropriate birthday, Christmas, wedding, anytime-you-wanna-say-I-love-you gift. I even trawled the campus bookstore buying up the interesting required books from other classes (sorry, Florida State!) Needless to say, my particular brand ofContinue reading “Yay! The Decatur Book Festival is here!”
In keeping with my resolution to read more books with physical pages (#ProjectNoScrolling), I finished Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s novel Purple Hibiscus. Yay, me! I enjoyed the book immensely. You should definitely pick it up if you haven’t read it. Here are my takeaways: The Skinny Kamibili Achike, the 15 year old Nigerian protagonist, narrates the novel, whichContinue reading “Getting Bookish: Reading ‘Purple Hibiscus’”
The Internet and graduate school killed my previously life-long love affair with printed books. I now read blogs and articles upon articles, but find it harder to pick up an actual, physical book. My husband suggests that I get a Kindle or some other book-gadget…but I’m old school. I like cracking spines, the fresh smell ofContinue reading “Getting Bookish: Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie”