Hey, hi, hello! It’s been a while (again). Who would’ve thought law school would be such a time suck? (*insert eye roll here*)
As I mentioned way back in July, I moved to a new city to start law school (which ended up being entirely online, but I’m glad I’m here anyways.) A necessary consequence of this is that I have limited shelf space (read: one small shelf that needs to hold other things, like law books), and I left a great many books at my parents’ house. While said house isn’t too far away, I wanted to be sure I was maximizing space and acknowledging that I probably wouldn’t have too much spare time to read (I was right.) So the tough question became: what to bring?
My initial move-in involved only about 5. I was then home the next week and decided I could fit quite a few more, so I brought some more with me which put me at just 12 (although I have since added a couple). Now that it’s been a couple months, I thought I would share what I have with me and why!
I’m sure y’all are sick of hearing it, but HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON!!!
Part of me wishes I wasn’t as obsessed with autumn/Halloween as everyone else, but I objectively think it’s the best season and second-best holiday (I am a big Christmas fan), so I don’t really care that I’m in the same camp as everyone else.
Seasons aside, I am so ready for the fall. I’ve been impatiently waiting for the weather to turn, and it FINALLY has. I’m definitely going to miss the trees turning on my old campus, but I’m hoping the city will have at least some places that get really pretty. October means that I’m also approaching the halfway point of my first semester of law school, which feels really surreal. Somehow I lucked out and don’t have any midterms, but that also lowkey stresses me out because it means I don’t have any ways to indicate that I’m actually learning. I do have a writing assignment due tomorrow (well, today, if you’re reading it the day I post this) that I’m freaking out about (am I writing this in part to procrastinate on that? . . . maybe.) ANYWAY. Let’s get to the wrap-up!
When I first got the email telling me I was on the street team for Skyhunter, I nearly lost it. (I had to really school my expression because I was in class and all I wanted to do was grin from ear to ear.) I don’t think it’s much of a secret that I absolutely adore everything Marie Lu writes, and this was no exception.
From the get-go, all I wanted to do was sit down and read it all in one sitting. Unfortunately, that was not an option, nor was reading it over the course of just a couple of days. While I think that would’ve been a better experience for me personally (less disruption of flow because my goodness, this book flows like a masterpiece), it still absolutely astounded me.
Well, it’s already August. When the heck did that happen? I’ve got a lot of things creeping up on me this month, but this post is mostly to talk about July! This last month was a bit of a whirlwind for me, but I still managed to get some good reading done, so let’s get into that!
Over the years, I’ve seen so many people talk about the classics they want to read or having goals for reading one classic a month or something along those lines. And recently, that got me thinking about which ones I’ve read already. Considering I just graduated with a degree in English Literature (I just got my diploma in the mail yesterday so it’s ~official~), my list of read classics is longer than I’d ever thought it’d be.
Now, before I start or list my qualifications for a “classic,” I want to give a very English-majory disclaimer: literary classics are a very exclusive academic category that are typically used as a means of gatekeeping literature and defining what is worthy of praise and attention and reputation. The general public typically has no say in what is considered a literary classic, with historically white and male academic circles existing as the sole deciding group in determining a “classic” label. This means that the category, in general, does not reflect the wider population and their experiences. This is not to say that we should just brush off classics; they are (generally) considered classics for a reason, and their place in the literary canon is a result of their impact on the broader literary world. So, yes, we should absolutely read them, but perhaps we should be reading from a place of critique and skepticism, reading them because we want to understand their place in the literary canon, not so we can act superior because we’ve read them.
Well guys, it’s been a minute since I’ve written a review. I don’t feel quite ready to do a deep dive into a full length review for either of these (I also waited a little too long since I read them before sitting down to do this and didn’t take good reading notes, so I’m a little blurry on the details.) Still, I really thought both of these were phenomenal for entirely different reasons; I fully expected to love Ninth House because I love Leigh Bardugo and everything she does, and I was really pleasantly surprised by The Beautiful. Without further ado, let’s get into what I thought about these books! Just a note: the last paragraph of my thoughts on The Beautiful contains some spoiler-y stuff, although I keep it really vague. Just be aware it’s there!
Hi everyone! June has finally come to its end, even though I certainly feel like summer has just begun. I’m lucky enough that my one of my summer jobs has opened back up, so I’ve been busier the past week than I have been in months, but it’s also so nice to have something to do and a way to make some money. Anyway, June wasn’t a great reading month for me, but again, now that I’m at work more regularly, I actually have more incentive to read because it’s one of the only things that I can do easily in my downtime. But let’s get to this wrap-up!
I’ve been sitting on how I should contribute to the dialogue surrounding systemic racism. As a cisgender white woman, my voice should not be the loudest. But I do have a platform, and even if I didn’t, I have a responsibility to use it to promote Black voices. So, here are some of my favorite books by Black authors.
Well everyone, it’s been a hot sec. This blog really fell by the wayside, and I’m sorry for that (except for the fact that I’m not really because I just got way too busy.) But there’s nothing like a global pandemic, a post-graduation existential crisis, and a lack of a summer job to make you get back to blogging! I have no idea what this will become in the future or even the coming weeks, but I do know that, at least right now, I kinda miss writing, so here we are. Let’s just start with a little life update.
I picked up The Poppy War based solely on the fact that so many people read and liked it when it came out last year. I’ve been trying to delve a little bit more into adult novels, and this was one that really seemed up my alley. I am happy to report that I was right. There were aspects of it that I absolutely loved and that hit really hard, although there were some parts of the writing that threw me just a bit.