“True terror isn’t being scared; it’s not having a choice on the matter.”
“The thing about a spiral is, if you follow it inward, it never actually ends. It just keeps tightening, infinitely.”
I could quote Turtles All The Way Down by John Green all day and never get tired of it.
I’ve been a Nerdfighter for quite a while now (since a little before his previous book, The Fault In Our Stars, came out), so by this point I’ve read all of his books. I’ve enjoyed them, sure, and would probably recommend them to many people (especially those looking for young adult fiction). But it hasn’t been until Turtles All The Way Down that I really found something I never knew I needed with John Green’s books. I don’t know at this point the extent of its impact, given at the time I am writing this I only finished the book yesterday, but I think it’s in the process of having a big one.
“I invented that little rhyme about ‘One Ring to rule them all’, I remember, in the bath one day.”
Sometimes I wish I could pick the brains of my favourite authors. How did they come up with their ideas? What did they mean by a particular line, if anything? Why did they make one decision or another, whether it was perspective, separating chapters, et cetera?
I think, in all honesty, J.R.R. Tolkien is a genius. Not only did he write The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, but he also had a multitude of other works, such as The Unfinished Tales and The Silmarillion. The man even invented runes and languages! He debated grammar and spelling, both in terms of what was proper as well as what would make more sense to readers.
Have you ever been jealous of other people around you who seem to have perfect skin?
I have. It’s a feeling I have been experiencing all too often lately.
I know, of course, that the women in magazines have not only professional makeup artists working on them but the photographs also often go through photo editing software—so they really are not real. That being said, I cannot help but feel the twinge every now and again.
The worst of it comes, though, with the people around me every single day. It seems like they have gorgeous skin…or at least better than mine.
“But underneath the river is the same, just as it always was.”
The Last Neanderthal by Claire Cameron is a story in two times. 40,000 years ago the last family of Neanderthals is roaming the Earth—travelling to the annual meeting place in an attempt to find a mate for the oldest daughter Girl, who is just coming of age when the story starts. But when things do not necessarily go to plan Girl and her family’s foundling, Runt must work harder than ever before. In modern times Rosamund Gale is an archaeologist excavating newly discovered Neanderthals remains while juggling the responsibilities of impending motherhood.
Normally I do not read poetry—I always stick to novels and occasionally (read: rarely) short stories. However, I have had Coke Machine Glow by Gord Downie sitting on my shelf for roughly a year or so now. I decided, however, to read more of the books currently on my shelves—though there are very few I have not read yet.
Regardless, I decided to read Coke Machine Glow. I will admit I do not know a whole lot about poetry (or lyrics in this format). Even though I studied English, my focus was larger works of literature. Novels, short stories, et cetera. There were some instances of poetry, but not many. I find them much more difficult to analyze than novels, especially considering I simply want to enjoy the lyricism they offer.