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!”
Dear Carlton Banks, Chocolate child of the original Aunt Viv, you danced with fire at your fingertips and so they called you uncool. I am like you. Conventional rhythm has long eluded me. My grinding is robotic, disjointed where my hips meet my butt. I pop-lock when trying to Tootsie Roll. I was Miley Cyrus beforeContinue reading “Love Letter to Carlton Banks (a square)”
I braved the persistent rain in Atlanta last Friday and successfully picked up Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Purple Hibiscus from the local library. I’ve completed step one on my newly formed mission to get bookish! I’m about halfway through the novel and I like it so far. Adichie writes in vivid yet spare language that I hopeContinue reading “A Small World After All”
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”