Do As You’re Told


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My Fairy Godmother is at it again this week, keeping me on track. The only thing holding me back is the fact that 2009 is not off to a good start, as far as reading goes. I think that, according to my reading log, I have finished one book.

In five weeks, I have finished one book. Oy vey. And as expected, the To-Read Shelf has bore fruit and started a To-Read Colony in the shelf below. Oh dear… Did I mention I hit the library yesterday?

Sometimes I really think there is no hope for me, and then I am reminded of why I go to the library: its my version of Retail Therapy. Some women get a rush from picking up a new sweater (don’t get me started on my knitting problems) or a dozen pairs of shoes. Me, I go to the local library and fill my bag, and my arms, and consider “just one more” knowing full well I will never open half of them, and the other half will become overdue in two weeks. Then I check out and leave with twenty books I have never read  before and am thrilled by all the adventures that I hold in my hands, and the prospect of finding another character to love.

I love reading.  I genuinely love it. Sometimes I forget that. Especially when I’m looking at that same stack of books three days later thinking such terrible things as “why did I pick this up?”  “There is no way I can read all these.” and, my favorite  “I don’t remember leaving with this many.”

Meanwhile, the shopaholic down the street is sweating this month’s credit card bill, and I’m pondering why the Library would give people a 99-book limit if they don’t recommend getting beyond ten. Imagine getting 99 books from the library. Just imagine.

Where would they go? How would you get them out of there? What does this say about one’s sanity?

This is what I do when I should be reading. Au Revoir, dearest. Down the road I go.

Published in: on February 6, 2009 at 2:34 pm  Comments (1)  

“Some” Is Not Enough

 

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I’m not looking forward to going home after work today, because I know I have a grim job ahead.

          I have a sad, sorry tale to tell, dear readers. My wonderful father and I have just moved into a wonderful little house, and it has been my job to turn it into a wonderful little home. So far, so good. But I encountered a problem last night: I had filled the bookshelves, and still had stacks of books left on the floor. Well, obviously, there’s not enough bookshelf. I called my father over to observe this phenomenon.

          “Lets make room,” he parrots. My first thought was  lets get rid of his books then. Logical, yes? I’m afraid I don’t like his books nearly as much as I like mine. We managed to weed out two dozen, but fifteen of those were from stacks that were still on the floor (We are bad at this). Then I brought up that we can take them to the used book store, get credit, and come home with some that we’ve been meaning to get. he liked that idea (we are very bad at this). The grim job ahead is the act of getting rid of books, and I can’t getrid of books. No. We will not have that in my house.  So I thought that I’d be sneaky, and do the NovelDame version of sending the children away for the weekend: I decided to send some of my favorites away with a trusted book lover (trusted, because she brings them back). So I sat and pondered. What has she read? What do I think she would enjoy? I came away with three books. Three rather skinny, measly, willowy books. Not because I didn’t fond any she would enjoy but because the majority of MY books on the shelves were. . . unread. (See The Infamous To-Read Shelf from March)

          Well, at this point I had to figure out why that was. I took inventory: I had started precisely THIRTY of the books without committing to finishing, knowing full well that they really are worth finishing. That can’t be right… here I am, looking at my reading log for 2008, and out of the 45 books I’ve read this year, six have been my own personal novels. Six. Suddenly, that To-Read BOOKSHELF is looking very logical.

          Be warned, ye hearty readers: The perils of To-Read thinking are treacherous! It goes from a stack (2-3 books) to a pile (4-9) to taking up a whole shelf (10-30) to a whole bookcase. That still astounds me! A whole bookcase of books I haven’t read.

                                                                                               oh my.

Published in: on October 4, 2008 at 3:47 pm  Leave a Comment  

Unfamiliar Territory


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WordPress changed its blogging format, so now I’m quite discombobulated. Forgive me.
In other news, my Spring Break has been both eventful and uneventful in a simultaneous sort of way. I have spent most of it surrounded by two of my sisters and my darling niece (who has a passion for electronics rather than books, despite my suggestions). But at the same time I have failed to write about all the books I have read, nor have I completed any of the paper-pushing tasks set before me.
I was able to see subjects of my family through the eyes of a foreigner, but with the insights of a native (which was very unsettling indeed). My darling readers, this whole adventure that has been visiting family has reminded me that people themselves do not change, they merely change the way in which they present themselves. Books are very much like that, you know.
My father’s green canvas, parchment-printed, tattered fourth edition of Pinocchio is of no comparison to its full-color illustrated hardcover sister (circa 2002, which is in my possession) but they are the same once you get past the flim-flam. What matters (in books and people) is what is at the heart of it all. When all is said and done, did you walk away knowing that you were forever marked? That is the goal of every author and every friend; to touch and be touched.
Dearest reader, all I ask of you is to sit down and think about the books and people that have touched you. How did each influence your journey through life? If you like what you see, then don’t think twice. If your list is short, whats been stopping you?

Published in: on April 4, 2008 at 8:00 pm  Leave a Comment  

Looking Back


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I find myself thinking about the last four months and everything it has brought me. I went into this whole thing – the blog, the tech fair – expecting to come out of it a little more tech-savvy, much more well-read, with a whole new appreciation for. . . something. I had no preference, just something. Really, I didn’t know what to expect. Like so many things this year, I went into it blindly. Even now, I can see how much I’ve grown. This experience has been absolutely amazing!

I see things differently. I have changed as a person, evolved even. To sit and explain my goal to passersby at the 2008 Tech Fair gave me a chance to explain all this to myself. To have people come up to me and tell me they’ve been following the blog for some time, and to hear that I’ve done a great job is flattering. I still believe that I’ve done nothing out of the ordinary. I say what is on my mind, and I try to do it with honesty and integrity.

Maybe that is why they listen; I don’t speak to get praise, I speak for myself. I speak to put ideas into the world. I speak so knowledge isn’t lost. That is why I still do this, folks. It wasn’t until I sat and talked with my father about this chapter in my life that it occured to me  that people listen to what I have to say. The odd part is that I can’t focus on that idea for too long, otherwise I lose my voice. I get virtual stage fright.

My dearest father and my beloved Fairy Godmothers have all but printed posters listing my accomplishments (which I have achieved despite my tendancy to procrastinate), and they don’t understand why I don’t shout it from mountaintops as well. I don’t do that because I’ve said it all before. This isn’t about me. I don’t want this to be about me. I want this to be about community, ideas, knowledge, history, and (most of all) books.

I have a vision of something bigger, and I’m just trying to get from point A to point B. Every new reader is a new helping hand, so thank you, everyone.

Published in: on February 7, 2008 at 1:14 pm  Comments (4)  

Until Something Better Comes Along


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We all know I think too much, but after procrastinating this post all day (through writing, reading, quilting, shopping, etc), I don’t know what to think anymore.

I just finished Hard Love by Ellen Wittlinger. I don’t know what it is about the ebb and flow of the universe right now, but my recent choices in books have left me emotionally drained, with plenty to think about. Hard Love greatly resembled A Bad Boy Can Be Good For a Girl, but it was the guy’s story, and he gets hurt. It is full of teen angst, emotional masks, family issues, prom, love, resentment, poetry, underground magazines and – most of all – wanting something you can’t have. It is very typical Young Adult Novel, but it has a personal touch that you don’t see too often anymore. No matter who the character was, I was able to see myself in them. (I credit this to the fact that I’ve changed my definition of “me” so many times.)

“I like people who aren’t afraid of themselves”, says Marisol, the lesbian love interest. This is a huge idea, even in the adult world. So many are unsure of who they are, and compensate by showing people who they think everyone else wants to see. It ends up being one big mess of assumptions and liars. Those who got hurt in the process now have to act as if nothing matters. “Its a lie, you know, to pretend that nothing is important to you. It’s hiding. Believe me, I know, because I hid for a long time. ” Why is it so hard for people to be honest with eachother? Are we so afraid of being without something to hide that we hoard everything possible – including our true feelings? Those who don’t play emotional hide-and-seek eventually become outcasts. Life has a way of disappointing those with high expectations, I suppose.

My favorite part of this book is the fact that the title of the book itself is meaningless until you get to the end, when you learn that it was taken from an old song, that you may listen to HERE. It is a beautiful song. It’s a I adore it right now, because it speaks to me on a level in which few things can get to me (especially at this hour, in this melancholy mood).

Ellen Wittlinger has managed to put into words something I have never been able to, and she has done it beautifully, and so I leave you with that:

“I’ve always tried to find my own magic words ever since I was young. That’s really what writing is, isn’t it? Searching for the magic words. So I guess I’d have to say, this is what keeps me going, figuring out what I have to say and putting it down on paper, word by word.”

Published in: on February 3, 2008 at 11:24 pm  Comments (3)  

All Fired Up

Mercy! Books Burning.
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Today’s quotes are quite relevant, I’m sorry to say. I’m working on a new piece of artwork, and I burned a book.

*gasp*

Yes. I, NovelDame, set fire to the pages of a paperback. I never read it (glances told me it was a crime novel), but I’m sure there are plenty more copies out there, in any case.

Why are people so against book burning? Many relate this act to censorship, which is understandable. There are countless acts in history when book burning was a method of control: Oxford University did it in 1683, The Nazis perfected it, and most recently it became a scandal in Iraq. I agree, that destroying reading material because someone has objections to it is barbaric. I do believe that the burning of the Library of Alexandria was the greatest loss we – as a culture – have ever faced. So much knowledge was lost…

But, I don’t believe that all burning is morally wrong. Books that are damaged beyond repair, unreadable, outdated, etc should be properly disposed of. Honestly though, do raggedy books belong in a landfill? Thats hardly respectful, don’t you agree? Everyone has seen a wounded book. It isn’t pretty. Wouldn’t you like to put it out of its misery? Go to any used book store, and look around. In some cases, there are dozens of copies of the same novel. Surely no one out there would buy all eight paperback copies of their favorite vampire novel.

Here is the question I pose to you, dear readers: Would the issue of burning of books be less black and white (pardon the pun) if it were done in the name of “population” control, and nothing else?

For more opinions on book burning, please watch my first video post, with quotes from students and teachers.

Published in: on February 2, 2008 at 12:38 am  Comments (2)  

Why Can’t You Win ’em All?

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This past week my updates had to be put on the back burner, and I admit that I have missed this. It has become a sort of therapy. No matter what is going wrong, I always have the option of receeding into silence, basking in the comfort of NovelDame and breathing in the strong scent of books, ideas and history. I’m back, dear readers. It is less than two weeks before the Tech Fair, and I’m excited to say that things will be changing even more!

But with that little “break” I had, I also had to put the books away, so I have gotten no further down my reading list… but I did take a trip to the library, and part of me likes to believe that having books that aren’t my own staring back at me will give me motivation to do something about it. Out of the three I picked up today, The Historian is the book I’m most intrigued by. The back gives nothing away, and I refuse to read up on it (like I usually do) before I crack the cover. Wish me luck, and happy reading.

Published in: on January 22, 2008 at 12:14 pm  Comments (3)  

Book 3 of 2008

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High Fidelity is amazing. But not in my normal use of the word. I feel wonderfulyl guilty for reading this book because Nick Hornby gave women an unedited look into the mind of man. By no means is this a safe place to wander. The back blurbs of praise even warn that men should “Keep this book away from your girlfriend – it contains too many of your secrets to let it fall into the wrong hands”. -Details. This book is more of a one-sided conversation than a novel. I picked up my terrible habit of highlighting and note-writing in books I own. Lord have mercy if I ever loan these out or turn them in to a used-book store (even I am shocked to see the connections Ive made while reading).

To be honest, I adore Rob, the protagonist. He’s a huge movie buff, has read important novels and loves music with a passion. H At the same time, were I ever to run into him, I would throw a chocolate milkshake in his face – vanilla would be a waste. This book explains men and it’s all Rob’s fault. I now understand why guys say “nothing” when I ask what they were thinking. Because they really were thinking about nothing. They overthink the most meaningless ideas and they do it so often that its better to just admit that it was nothing than explain why they were thinking about feeding firecrackers to a hamster while going sweater shopping with you.

Published in: on January 5, 2008 at 5:26 pm  Comments (1)  

Playing Catch (up)

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     I went book shopping. This was dangerous. It was wonderful. I managed to aquire an interesting array of books:

                             Palmistry – Peter Hazel
         The Virgin Suicides – Jeffrey Eugendes
Crime and Punishment* – Fyodor Dostoevsky
                                Peter Pan – J.M. Barrie
               Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
   50 Mathematical Ideas – Tony Crilly 
                       High Fidelity – Nick Hornby

* This one has an interesting story. Once upon atime, I went through a phase where I went about finding various uses for books. After plenty of thinking, I decided to turn a book into a purse. I went to a used book store and spent a good hour scourig the shelves for the perfect book to rip apart. I was looking for one of those classic, gorgeous hardcovers with the swirly designs on them. I finally found it.
      The book was smallish and red, with gold accents. I vowed not to read it before I cut it up because then I’d get attached (I was a very sentimental reader). And we all know we couldnt have that happen!
      I never read it. It took me three weeks before I found the nerve to remove the pages with cautionary precision. When I finished, I left terrible. I felt like a murderer! Who was I to think that I had the right to remove a book from this world? it didn’t take me long to appreciate the priny that sat upon the scattered pages before me; I had just butchered Crime and Punishment

      I felt so terrible that I saved the pages for two years before I managed to pay tribute to the Book Gods for my crime. I used most of said pages between two art pieces. What made me buy this book (again) is that while cutting and pasting, I would pick up words, and settings and quotes. After three or four days I was picking up whole paragraphs and regretting not keeping the pages in order. Even in bits and pieces, this story was good. And so, the circle is complete.

Published in: on January 5, 2008 at 4:53 pm  Leave a Comment  

What I’ve Learned:

A Tribute to Esquire magazine

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It has been a rather slow day at work, so I sorted through this week’s pile of new magazines and came across the December Esquire. Johnny Depp is featured on the cover. This month is a review of the year in terms of fashion, politics and entertainment. Most of the magazine is a list of ten things that various famous names (previously interviewed in 2007) learned this year. It was a welcome change from The DaVinci Code, so I’ll share my own list in hopes of. . . well, I don’t know.

> The best quotes come from the oddest places: phone conversations that last until 3 am, that old song on the radio that suddenly sounds new, an article in a men’s magazine, a personal truth you didn’t know you held until it was challenged. There is something to be said for patience and observation.

> There is no simple a pleasure that will defy age gaps as opening a brand new box of Crayola crayons.

> Any reader, writer or english teacher will tell you: It’s not what you say it’s how you say it. They’re right.

> The hardest thing I’ve had to learn to do this year is stop in the middle of complete chaos, take a deep breath and tell myself Thank god I have something to do, because those moments become critical when I’m in between books and throwing pencils at the ceiling tiles.

> Michael J. Fox is almost 50. I’m not ok with this. Neither are you.

> As far as rating things goes, I prefer the 1-10 scale rather than the 1-5 scale because there’s more room to be indecisive.

> I don’t have a favorite book, I have a top 10 list that needs to be in alphabetical order, otherwise certain books get jealous. I like to think that I’m not the only one with this problem.

> Its perfectly fine to be supremely contradictory! That is how the world works. It needs balance.

> My inner-child runs the place, but has to share a room with my inner-gypsy. I am becoming more and more aware of my tendency to ferret away odd jewelry or trinkets that are shiny, jingly, or visually borderline-obnoxious.

> Sometimes, the only way to escape into a world of sanity and reason is to turn off all electronics, light a candle, and read until the sun comes up.

Published in: on December 29, 2007 at 4:17 pm  Comments (1)  

Happy Dance Time!

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This is big news! I am very proud to say that Denver is the FOURTH Most Literate city in America!

The ranking was based upon numerous things, such as “newspaper circulation, number of bookstores, library resources, periodical publishing resources, educational attainment and Internet resources.” says the article.

I actually came across this article by accident, and I was pleasantly surprised to find Denver in the top 5. I would have settled for top 10, to be quite honest. But such a rank could be attributed to the fact that Colorado is home to NORAD, after all, and the locals do like to stay informed about the goings-on of politics and world news (such as the assasination of Bhutto). Its really quite astounding to think that I live near one of the most literate cities. I’d hate to think how sparse good books are elsewhere…

 Be well, and fair reading, friends.
                                                            Novel Dame

Published in: on December 27, 2007 at 8:31 pm  Leave a Comment  

Like a Brick Wall.

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I went on a field trip a couple days ago, and since then I’ve been pondering exactly how to approach this topic. I have wanted to bring it up but at the same time I’ve had no real reason to.

In any case, we went to the Planetarium. That’s not important. It was only a 45 minute bus ride. That’s not important either. What insignificant incident that occured on the ride back is the important part. Like any good book worm, I had two books in my tote. This is common – although carry-on book count for any day has been known to reach upwards of six. As the bus began rolling, I popped in my headphones (set to my “READING” playlist) and pulled out a new book I came across not too long ago by accident, but that’s not important. I was surrounded on all sides by guys. This happens. I pal around with them and they find me surprisingly fearless (although I don’t know why I should be fearful of them) and we share bits of bad jokes and Family Guy episodes. But that’s not important. Half a page after opening the book, I hear increased volume of voices. I pop out the headphones.
“What are you doing?” One of the boys in front of me is turned around, peeking over the seat at my lap, watching me replace my bookmark. I have never been confronted by such a simple statement.
“I’m reading. I always read.” Two more turn around, and the one next to me sits up a bit straighter, aware of the group’s focus of attention. Right then the elephant in the room appeared, and we had a lovely conversation over tea. But that’s not important.

I have never been more aware of my own little “Berlin Wall” than I was right then. That’s the important part.

So, naturally, after the long and awkward pause, I felt it necessary to ask “What is it? Is a book a foreign concept to you people?”
One of the boys a seat in front of me proceeded to announce “I don’t think I’ve read a book in ten years.”
Lovely.

I still don’t know what to think of this episode. I’m going to put myself out there and quote a dear friend who once said “I don’t know what’s gone now, but I miss it.”

Published in: on November 29, 2007 at 9:59 pm  Comments (5)  

Insanity Sells!

    Maybe I’m just reading into things (pardon the pun) but I’m noticing a very obvious theme of insanity and abuse in my latest trail of books.

– The Dollanganger Series

            Well that’s an obvious one. Grandma beats mother, who ends up selfish and vain, and in turn neglects and poisons daughter who becomes tormented, sexually irresponsible and incestuous,  and all that history of mental disease trickles down and pools into the final son who is the product of daughter and mother’s husband… the whole series is one big car crash.

-Snow Flower and the Secret Fan

            They speak of “mother love”, and its written with the symbols for pain and love. This is mentioned most often during the foot binding process in which her mother forces her to walk on bound feet, breaking her own toes, and whips the back of her daughter’s legs to make her continue walking. Some say its learned behavior, a culture thing, and the daughter does accept it as “mother love”… and its not until much later, once she’s married off, that she discovers it wasn’t “mother love” that was being displayed, but her mother’s selfishness to gain higher status in the community.

-The Almost Moon

            As stated earlier, the narrator is the product of a tormented, suicidal father and a vain, highly agoraphobic mother. What a lovely combination! Narrator eventually smothers her 80-something year old mother to death and proceeds to dispose of the body in between flashbacks.

I have come to one conclusion: People should be required to have permits in order to reproduce.

Published in: on October 27, 2007 at 11:21 am  Comments (2)  

A Book on What NOT to Do.

I’m sorry for not posting sooner; its been a crazy week. Ive been trying to throw my halloween costume together in a last-minute fashion, I’ve been doing volunteer work for a club I’m in until late into the evening, and I find irony in the fact that I have  free time to blog at work.

I picked up The Almost Moon last week and I’m finding it hard to read for a prolonged period. Not because its poorly written or boring (not so!) but because it is so heavy with emotions, symbolism and messages, and just a very graphic read in general.

“When all is said and done, killing my mother came easily.” That is how bluntly this novel starts. it becomes a tilt-a-whirl read of the next 24 hours in which Helen Knightly attempts to dispose of the body, and through narration she relives her miserable childhood, equally bitter young-adulthood (during which the elephant in the room is finally named ‘mother’s mental illness’) and her failed escape from her mother during adulthood. 

Helen herself is obviously a bit unhinged, and admits to accepting it; “When was it that you realized the thread woven through your DNA carried the relationship deformaties of your blood relatives as much as it did their diabetes or bone density?” Despite her acceptance of the fact that she is very much like her mother, the narration of her childhood shows that she still finds it hard to admit that she is the product of a tormented – and eventually suicidal – father and an agoraphobic mother. 

I find myself asking questions when she begins to inform people of her actions that I shouldn’t be; like “if everyone else is sane, why don’t they call the police?” But like attracts like, and I hate to assume that the supporting roles are entirely flawless characters. I’m enjoying the book, despite the blatant morbidity and other means of misconduct that prevent the reader from cheering for the heroine.

Published in: on October 27, 2007 at 10:48 am  Leave a Comment  

Surprise, Surprise

~ DISCLAIMER: I mean the following to be takenin a combination
of good humor and sarcasm, and has been further edited~

Unless you’ve been under a rock for the last 12 hours or have managed to ignore all major news reports (lucky you!), Here’s the “Next Big Thing”:

Albus Dumbledore is Gay.

Part of me has the inkling that this is going to ruffle quite a few feathers send the Harry Potter Series skyrocketing to the top 5 of “The Most Frequently Banned Books of 2007 / 2008 / The 21st Century” (As if witchcraft, magic, cultural diversity, promotion of inter-racial couples, the idea of questioning authority, social violence, crude language, blatant stabs at politics and political figures, and the fact that it is a well-written coming-of-age tale weren’t enough!*)

“I had to give you something to talk about for the next 10 years…Just imagine the fan fiction now.” J.K. Rowling later said. I would hate to believe that such revelations of Dumbledore being gay would lead to the accusations that J.K.R. is trying to brainwash our youth into acceptance of others (heaven forbid!) or that she is insinuating that gay (Dumbledore) is good and not-gay (Voldemort – did he even have a preference?) is bad. Questions have arisen as to whetheror not the question was “planted” in the discussion just so JKR could seek more camera time. I don’t think this is the case, but I’ve been wrong before.

Some could also argue that if this new information changes anyone’s views on Dumbledore, his character and his role in the books as a whole, then that person must be judged as prejudiced. I don’t think this fair, either. Of course new information should change your views on things! I know I stopped and thought about all the “hints” that were given… does that mean that I look down upon the Headmaster now, or that I idolize him? No. He’s still Dumbledore, and all that entails. He just has a story now. I think this has added a meat to the series that was never there before.

 

*All of the listed are “problems” for one culture or another. I myself am against none of the above.

Published in: on October 20, 2007 at 10:38 pm  Comments (2)  

Culture Week?

One PM: Ive noticed a sudden theme in my reading list; they all involve a foreign culture. Kite Runner, A Thousand Splendid Suns, and Snow Flower and the Secret Fan center on either the Afghan or Chinese culture. Im in the middle of Snow Flower and its well written. It begins with the emotional shock of footbinding then eases you into the comfort of the story. I have yet to touch either of the novels written by Khaled Hosseini, but I’m getting there. 

 I figure I’ll just use a whole week to review books focused on different cultures, and include these in there. Id love to have reviews and suggestions from anyone else.

Published in: on October 20, 2007 at 1:13 pm  Comments (1)  

Altered Books

I have come across this unusual idea in a very unusual manner. Like many bookworms, I was against the idea of defiling books in any form… and then I discovered its much easier to find quotes in a book if such quotes are highlighted*. And so started my rebellion against pristine books.

From highlighting I went onto writing* my own personal notes in the margins, and I find that those notes usually still hold true, even four and five years later. But it still never occured to me to actually do more to the books. Then I was offered the option of “decorating” a book for extra credit in a class. She showed me an example.

I was both intrigued and apalled that anyone would do such a thing! But oh, how I wanted to try it… I proceeded to spend hours online researching “Altered Books” and everything that implies.

Wikipedia defines an Altered Book as “a form of mixed media artwork that changes a book from its original form into something else.

An altered book artist takes a book (old, new, recycled or multiple) and cuts, tears, glues, burns, folds, paints, adds to, collages, rebinds, gold-leafs, creates pop-ups, rubber-stamps, drills, bolts, and/or be-ribbons it. The artist may add pockets and niches to hold tags, rocks, ephemera, or other three-dimensional objects. Some change the shape of the book, or use multiple books in the creation of the finished piece of art.

I found wondeful Galleries that told me more about how to do it and what to put in than any How-To did. I find that Altered Books are a combination of rebellion and scrap booking. You can make it something simple or terrfyingly complicated.

I myself have two Altered Books in the works, and I think its a wonderful idea. They become very personal. Ive used everything possible in them. photos, ribbon, scraps, charcoal, watercolor, and Ive discovered that it closes best when you remove at least 1/8 of the total pages with an exacto blade. But of you intend to add something bulkier, remove more. Oh, and pages are much more stable when painting/cutting and glueing things in if you glue anywhere between 2 to 7 pages together beforehand. Want to know more?

*I highly recommend you only do so in books you treasure and don’t plan to get rid of anytime soon. Library books do not apply.

Published in: on October 20, 2007 at 12:52 pm  Comments (3)  

Now and Again

Ooh, sorry its been so long, guys!

News: I’m having trouble coming up with humorous books for Teen Read Week… any suggestions? Until then, I’ll stick with Young Adult Novels.

Coming soon:
– Information on Altered Books
-More links!
-Culture Week
-At LEAST 3 more reviews
-New Page of CLASSICS!
My “To Read” List, via a Wiki.

*Note: Page will be updated this evening. Thanks for being so patient.

Published in: on October 19, 2007 at 11:11 am  Leave a Comment  

A Blogger’s Work is Never Done.

It is 9 am on a foggy gray Saturday and I’m bundled up in a sweater, sitting at the computer. Its the perfect day to grab a blanket and a hot cup of Cider or tea and just sit.

No, I didn’t wake up just to do this. Actually, I’m at work. But with the weather being terrible, there’s no work to do. And since I have a little extra time, I figured I’d go play around a bit. I’ll probably post again later (previous blog has taught me to keep it short and sweet) giving links and such, but Im working on both a “My Favorites” List and a Book Discussion page where we can discuss a book in-depth without having to worry about giving away spoilers. The catch is you HAVE to have read the book before you join the discussion.

As for that playlist, I know I have some songs in mind… does anyone else? And are there any more books I need to pick up?

And a rather generous benefactor was kind enough to lend me the NEW Scott Westerfield book, Extras. If you haven’t read the first three (Uglies, Pretties, Specials), then I highly recommend you pick them up. This is a hairline away from ending up in the not-yet-finished “My Favorites” section. I expect another awesome plot twist and some old faces to surface again… I’ll review it later.

Published in: on October 13, 2007 at 9:02 am  Comments (2)