Merricat Blackwood lives on the family estate with her sister Constance and her Uncle Julian. Not long ago there were seven Blackwoods—until a fatal dose of arsenic found its way into the sugar bowl one terrible night. Acquitted of the murders, Constance has returned home, where Merricat protects her from the curiosity and hostility of the villagers. Their days pass in happy isolation until cousin Charles appears. Only Merricat can see the danger, and she must act swiftly to keep Constance from his grasp.
Alice’s Theme – Danny Elfman
- “My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. . . . Everyone else in our family is dead.”
The Wolf — Phildel
- “I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had.”
The Moss — Cosmo Sheldrake
- “On the moon we wore feathers in our hair, and rubies on our hands. On the moon we had gold spoons.”
Adages of Cleansing — Clogs
- “There had not been this many words sounded in our house for a long time, and it was going to take a while to clean them out.”
Dry and Dusty — Fever Ray
- “Oh Constance, we are so happy.”
Sqworm — Ramona Falls
- “All our land was enriched with my treasures buried in it, thickly inhabited just below the surface with my marbles and my teeth and my colored stones, all perhaps turned to jewels by now, held together under the ground in a powerful taut web which never loosened, but held fast to guard us.”
Fire — Second Person
- “I would have to find something else to bury here and I wished it could be Charles.”
The End? — Hans Zimmer
- “We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.”
Eyeballs with lids peeled back
Thoughtfully wander across the room.
Blue, Brown, Grey, Green, every-
One rests staring at me.
I’ve been caught!
Red handed — literally!
A saw covered in sticky platelets,
My soul laid out like that guilty Plantagenet for all to see and condemn.
My own eyes turned downward at the ragged stumps–
Where my legs once were–
Now just sharp bone, tangled
Veins and crimson.
Questions begin to erupt like magma.
Coming to the surface, turning into destruction and lava,
Crude descriptions of this madness.
But I merely sat,
The pain numbing into complacency
Because — just for a moment —
I was freed from the tyranny of thought.
I always have a long list of books to read, whether they are books on my bookshelf already or one of the dozens of books recommended by friends, family, professors, random people on the street… the list seems to go on and on.
And choosing which books to read and when is not always an easy decision. Do I want to read something short or long? Fiction or non-fiction? Old or new? There are so many options it can be a task in itself to choose just one.
This act of choosing which books to read also means that there have been many books that have been left unread. Books that as a self-professed reader and lover of books and especially as an English major pursuing a Masters in publishing, I’m embarrassed to admit I have not read.
Now, this year I have made some headway towards correcting these oversights. I finally read Lolita and Rebecca; Atlas Shrugged and Outliers: The Story of Success; The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead and Americana by Don DeLillo.
However, for every book that I check off my list, I’m left with dozens more still to go. So, now that we are over halfway through the year and as I am assessing my reading goal and beginning to plan out books for the remainder of the year, here is a list of 17 books (in honor of today’s date) that I am embarrassed to admit I haven’t yet read!
17 Books I’m Embarrassed I Haven’t Read
This may be a little choppy, my time for writing was short, but I really wanted to share this video!
I’ve long appreciated dystopian novels, from the famous Hunger Games trilogy and 1984 to the less well known Genesis by Bernard Beckett. Throughout my youth and adult life I have gobbled up many dystopian novels.
While not all the dystopias I read were successfully written or smartly imagined, one common theme that slinked through most was that of language manipulation. Language can be used as a mechanism for control – through rewriting history and propaganda it can be used to manipulate people’s thoughts.
The frog — startled by my presence — skipped across the surface of the pond before diving into its safe abyss. My mind tripped as well, following him momentarily into the comforting depths of memory. Flickering momentarily to a childhood spent in stealth and frog traps. Time smeared back to those innocent days, free of humid worry and heavy doubts.
Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly feature by The Broke and The Bookish. Each week has a new theme and you can participate however often you choose!
This week’s theme is a Summer Reads Freebie! I was particularly excited for this theme because I love reading in the Summer — there is something scrumptiously lazy about Summer reading.
Additionally, I’ve been working on compiling my Summer Playlist, so I thought for this Top Ten Tuesday I’d pair my favorite Summer reads with some of my favorite summer songs!
Here goes! 🙂
The Monstrumologist by Rick Yancy — Heathens by twenty one pilots
The Girl Is Murder by Kathryn Miller — Booty Swing by Parov Stelar
The Half-Life of Planets by Emily Franklin and Brendan Halpin — Left Hand Free by alt-J
To A God Unknown by John Steinbeck — Monday by Matt Corby
Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer — Little Fly by Esperanza Spalding
I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak — Summer Dress by July Talk
Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut — Drop the Game by Flume & Chet Faker
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald — Diet Mountain Dew by Lana Del Rey
Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta — Wake Me Up by Avicii
The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater — From Eden by Hozier
Good morning on this wonderful Monday morning (I know — wonderful and Monday seem like an oxymoron don’t they?). I know I haven’t posted much during and since my trip to London, so I thought I’d merely give an update on the books I’ve gotten during this time (which have been many.)
And yes, the British Library was most incredible.
While in London — despite visiting many bookstores and spending hours browsing and burdening my very patient boyfriend with dozens of books — I only brought back three books (damn you luggage restrictions!). One of those books was for a friend and I’ve already given it to her, but the two I got for myself make me very excited. (more…)