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With up so floating many bells down
July 21, 2010, 12:35 am
Filed under: bookworm, Poetry

This room invites me to read some Carol Ann Duffy and E. E. Cummings.

I had the utmost pleasure to see my high school English and Chemistry teachers at my brother’s graduation. I saved my all of my IB HL English world literature poetry pieces and assignments. Occasionally I’ll go through them and reflect back on those late nights of poetry analysis, staring out to space digesting the words, and furrowing my brows to make coherent interpretations. English was always the most boring subject ever. Those hours were for passing notes and zoning out. Mr. V gave me what I considered my first real English lesson and helped me find my love for literature. I wrote my entire extended essay on William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience in four days. Grueling because I refused to consult my supervisor but the most enjoyable assignment by far. I still read Neruda’s sonnets and I love his ode’s.

I revisited my Chemistry teacher and walked down the empty halls because school was out for the year. I went back to locker 2008, looked about the same, just more permanent marker writing inside the door. Ms. R. handed me back my HL Chemistry Lab notebook. Flipped through the pages. I remember going into class not knowing what the hell was going on. Studying for tests and quizzes literally 15 mins before class. Not too sure why I was conducting the experiments I did. How did I even manage? There was no way I could ever go into research.

Looking back, I spoke way too soon and lacked the faith. It was amazing to see them in their element and touched by their continued confidence in me. I’ll be dropping in their class coming September and relive some of the nostalgia.

Photo: via Cup of Jo

Warmth & Aminata Diallo
April 3, 2010, 8:13 pm
Filed under: bookworm, Life | Tags: ,

The weather has been great lately, but not as spectacular the weatherman keeps telling us. Hit up the beach yesterday with a beloved in a spring dress with flip flops, but around 4pm. I was fully expecting the 25 degrees to last well into 6-7pm. Sat on a beach towel feeling cold instead and disappointed. My arms are already open to embrace summer but where are you oh sweet warmth?!

An update on my list of books I purchased a few posts back:

The Book of Negroes - Lawrence HillRecently finished the Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill and filled me with some despair but not as much as Dr. James Orbinski’s Imperfect Offering. That book made streams of injustice and deep despair flow down my face. To summarize in a one sentence, it’s a fictional story of a young girl, Aminata Diallo, about 11 rain seasons old taken by people of the slave trade as she desperately tries to find a way back to her village, Bayo, and a new home, and the important role she played to the  society as a survivor while she loses everything and struggles to keep her dignity that hasn’t already been stripped away.   The narration by Hill is amazing and the progression of the protagonist’s worldview is captivating as she flees from one place to another. Although it is a fictional novel, the fact that some aspects of it is highly true makes it hard to swallow. The ending was perfect and leaves the reader feeling something was finally given back to her after so much has already been so unfairly taken away. This book was recommended to me by someone very dear to me and I can’t thank her enough for the great read.

My review is obviously insufficient so here’s more for you to explore. Enjoy!



My ABC’s
March 13, 2010, 12:51 pm
Filed under: bookworm

Last weekend went out for lunch with my mom and picked up a few books to read. Textbooks have just made my eyes so tired of looking at text but I miss holding one for pleasure. Determined to start reading massively again and get lost in my world of books.

The Book of Negroes – Lawrence Hill (Half way done already)
Any Known Blood – Lawrence Hill
The Lost Symbol – Dan Brown
Shutter Island – Dennis Lehane

After having many conversations with best friend about books, I realized just how deprived I was from all the childhood ones back when I was young. In an attempt to salvage what she could for me (she’s hilarious), she gave me her copy of “The BFG” by Roald Dahl. So I’ll also have to add that to my current list of books I’m reading.

Time to light some candles, make some tea, sit in my big comfy chair with blanket over lap, and read. I like setting up an atmosphere as if my books and I are having a romantic moment.