Sometimes an apple is just an apple~Ms Hutch (and whoever else)

heyo :)
I have been meaning to post something about this for weeks, but everytime I sat down to write it, I found myself doing something else. Anyway, this year in English I've been struggling with finding interest in most of the material we've been studying; I've found some interest, but when we first start each work I can never seen what the relevancy is or why the heck we're reading this....it seems that with each work I'll sit down and start to read and I'll end up fast asleep be it in my egg chair or on my bed, which is really annoying. Well anyway, we recently read The Cherry Orchard by Anton Chekov and The House of Bernarda Alba by Ferderico Garcia Lorca. As per the norm (or at least of this year), when I first started reading I fell asleep for both works and didn't see the point of reading it. Then we started the analysis. I think I must be one of the stranges high school students, but the analysis of the text is one of my favorite parts of the whole unit provided the work has sufficient plumpness to effectively pick it apart. I especially love it when books have political/ historical aspects to argue with and analyze...most especially when it has to do with liberals versus conservatives (Bernda Alba) or repression of women such as Ibsen's Dollhouse which we read earlier this year. Most people grumble about the analysis (and I do too a little bit ;) but i really do love it...I love forming theories/arguments and finding the evidence in the text to back it up.

Other then that nothing's really different with me except that I'm finally starting to work on my twisted fairytale short story..even though I haven't finished any of the other novels >.<
I think I'll start keeping a book tally of how many books I read this year..or attempt to at least ;)


So:
Books read so far this year: 8 (shamefully low, I know)


TTFN,
B

just a little something..or the beginnings of something :)

Elspeth Greenbough paced restlessly back and forth across the room, wearing a permanent path on the wood floor. Siobhan sat quietly in the chair in the corner next to the fireplace. She gritted her teeth as the other woman continued her systematic movements; the pacing was really starting to annoy her, but she knew it was useless to attempt to curb the activity. "Would you lighten up already? He'll be here," she said exasperatedly. Without breaking her routine, Elspeth responded, her eyes continually trained on the homely rug that lay drably on the floor. "He's late! You assured me that his guy was reliable!" Siobhan rolled her eyes heavenward asking for divine patience. "He is only five minutes late; I imagine it must be difficult to sneak away from the village at this time of night, especially with Kalger as the gatekeeper, and him with the ears of a hare." Elspeth's shoulders rose and fell in a small gesture which Siobhan took as grudging acknowledgement of a viable explantation. Silence ensued, punctured every so often by the creakings of the weathered floorboards as Elspeth continued her pacing. After a few minutes, another sound could be heard by those who were listening; the softest sound of crackling leaves heralding an appraoch. Siobhan smirked at his attempt at stealth, for she could tell that he was truly trying. His precautions however were to no avail, for only the deafest o forest inhabitants would know ofhis presence; even thhose who couldn't hear could smell him, so in actuality he was fooling no one. Of course the Coven would know he was here, but hopefully they would attest it to a drunken ramble and remain where they were certainly now hidden around the cottage observing. Filled with sudden striking anxiety, Siobhan crossed her fingers in her lap, fervently hoping that no one would come investigate. Her breath caught in her chest as a board squeaked on the porch, echoing in the silence, suddenly sure they were going to be caught. Both women glared at the door, neither one daring to allow a single breath escape. Just as Siobhan felt she could go not one minute more without air, a soft, low whistle snaked beneath the door, its mournful note reverberating through Siobhan's bones.
The signal!






---enjoy, idk if this will ever be something, but here it is with the potential to be anything :)
Slainte
B

The Authoress

May the rain fall soft upon your fields.

For Christmas I got a book from my aunt and uncle titled The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton. I have been reading it over the last week and just finished. Stupid school kept me from reading straight through like I would have preferred, but I'm done now and all I can say is Wow. Many books I sincerely enjoyed, but this book was just...I don't even know. It was ripe with such emotion, especially the last few chapters. These last chapters should definitely be read with a box of tissues, something I didn't know...causing me to run into the bathroom eyes stinging to grab a tissue and relief. The last chapter was filled with so much pain and desperation, my chest was tight...you know in that way where you feel too much to even cry. The last page had the tears falling though. I wouldn't say that the book has a happy ending, but it has a satisfying one...it is a welcome release...it helps free the soul of a heavy burden.
I would 100% recommend this book to anyone who likes historical fiction, romance, mystery, fairytales...It's simply amazing and will certainly take up a new residence on the shelf which holds my dearest friends,

That is all for now,
Much Love,
B

A New Age Begins

ok, so it's not the beginning of a new age, just a new year.
WELCOME TO 2011 EVERYONE!!! xD

New Year's Resolutions:
-to become more comfortable and communicative around guys (yes lame i know ;)
-to write more, especially to try my hand at short stories
-to blog more ;)
- to be ME!!

Anyway, break is officially over, as I return to school in less than four hours. I can't believe that I'm staying up all night before the first day back...stupid procrastinating me left all my hw for the last day (typical) and I had this really stupid math portfolio thiny that no joke took like 7 hours, although I did take a break to watch a Cary Grant movie with my mom as a farewell to Christmas Break.
Now it's back to the grindstone, with a paper due friday that I have not even thought about since the bell rang at 2:00pm on December 17th. Even so, when I get home from school today I plan to play Scrabble with my mom, because hw will definitely get done that way. :)
So I just wanted to pop in and welcome in the new year, and promise to try in write more here and to post some of my attempted short stories.
Toodaloo
B