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Son of a WitchOnly one book on the agenda this time around for the simple reason that it was phenomenal.  I read through Wicked in just a few days and I loved it.  Addressing the political agenda of human rights, and commenting on the pros and cons of activism and inactivism… it was so good.  Naturally then, I requested Volume Two in “The Wicked Years” from my mother for Christmas.

Son of a Witch arrived on my door with the storm and was devoured over the holiday.  For the first time in a long time, I had to start marking pages in order to further contemplate specific passages at a later date.  My plan is to list the quotes here and then if I have time, which I doubt, unravel some of them in posts of their own.

 

Without further introduction:

“It hardly matters on one’s deathbed from whom one has been born, does it?  The world is the womb now, and the Afterlife waits for one to be born into it.” Pg 17

“From the distance of a skeptical adolescent, unionism seemed like a thicket of contradictions.  Charity to all, but intolerance toward the heathen.  Poverty ennobles, but the Bishops had to be richer than everyone else.  The Unnamed God made the good world, imprisoning the rebellious human being within it, and taunt[ed] humankind with tinderbox sexuality that must be guarded against at all cost.” Pg 31

“”Perhaps he just didn’t have the feeling for faith.  It seemed to be a kind of language, one whose gnarled syntax needed to be heard from birth, or it remained forever unintelligible.” Pg 31

“We are a fountain of shimmering contradictions, most of us.  Beautiful in the concept if we’re lucky, but frequently tedious or regettable as we flesh ourselves out.” Pg 128

“Up the side of the waterfall, tracing the banks of the rightmost branch of the higher Vinkus, and still higher up the middle ridge of Knobblehead Pike, and he’d be back.  Not home.  There was no place like home.  Just back.  Back at Kiamo Ko.” Pg 180O

“… – what magic a body is – all that you couldn’t know about the world packed up tightly in the flesh lying on your breast.” Pg 270

” He guessed, in the hours or years remaining to him, he would remember the effect of Trism clearly, without corruption, as a secret pulse held in a pocket somewhere behind the heart.  The exact look of Trism, though, the scent and heft of him, the feel of him, would probably decay into imprecision, a shodowy form, unseen but imagined.” Pg 292

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Crochet Project:  Chunky Neck Warmer

This is an awesome pattern for winter!  I have like twelve of these in variousChunky Neck Warmer colors around my house.  They are super easy and super fast to crochet.  All you need is one skein of chunky yarn and about two hours and you’ll have two of these gorgeous scarf alternatives!  You can make them fancy with nice buttons like this one, or you can go casual with fun colors and large wooden buttons.  Either way this project is a great if you need a quick gift, or accessory of your own!

Link to this project at Yarn Cat for the free pattern!

http://www.yarncat.com/NeckWarmer.html

 

The Disc On Repeat:  Kate Nash – Made of Bricks

  1. Play
  2. Foundations
  3. Mouthwash
  4. Dickhead
  5. Birds
  6. We Get On
  7. Mariella
  8. Shit Song (Full Of It)
  9. Pumpkin Soup
  10. Skeleton Song
  11. Nicest Thing
  12. Merry Happy
Check out clips of all these song on (where else) Amazon:

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It’s been awhile since this trip, but I’ve been super busy with Library School.  Anyways, Jen and I took an amazing trip to Newport, OR a few weekends back and stayed at the Sylvia Beach Hotel.  This is a literary lover’s dream of a hotel!  there are no tv’s, no phones, and tons and tons of books and quiet little nooks to read in.  Each room is themed after a famous author; we stayed in the Edgar Allen Poe Room, and were stalked by one of the resident cats named Shelley.

Poe

Shelley

Seriously, this cat would not leave us alone!  She followed us everywhere and stayed in our room even while we were out having dinner. Needless to say we had such a good time!  

There was a massive storm the night we were there, and so the house made creepy creeking noises and the rain pounded on the windows, and we could hear and see the stirring ocean from the front reading room.  Who could ask for more out of a vacation than books, cosy chairs, cats, and a stormy coastal night in which to enjoy the tales of Poe.  

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