I first heard about book spine poetry from Maria and I just had to try it myself. Book spine poetry is simply making poems out of book titles. I translated the poems to English. Just the words, not the titles themselves. If I had done that the poems would have made no sense whatsoever in English.
En gyllene bur
Bakom stängda dörrar
A golden cage
Behind closed doors
The child of heaven
Daughter of the sun
Gone without a trace
I’d like to recommend a book which has had a profound effect on me. It’s called Before I Die and is written by Jenny Downham. The book follows fictional sixteen year old Tessa’s last months after she finds out the cancer she’s battled for years will ultimately claim her life. This sounds like a really sad story, which it of course it. But, it’s also one of the stories most full of life I have ever read. How can a book about death be full of life you might wonder. It sounds odd. But it is, because instead of lie dying in her bed the Tessa decides to make the most of her last months, to live before she dies.
This is a book to read if you’re feeling down, if you feel that your life isn’t what you want it to be. Whenever I need a reminder of how blessed I am just to be here, to have my health, to be loved, to have my whole life ahead of me, I read the last chapter of the book. It doesn’t just leave me sobbing because it’s heartbreakingly sad but also reminded of how thankful I should be of being alive. Because life is the greatest gift you will ever receive and in the end, it’s what you make of it. If Tessa can find happiness while dying what fools are we not to not find joy while living?
It’s such a shame my inactivity in the blogosphere has made my site loose like half of it’s visitors. The daily hits used to be twice as many and I used to get a lot more comments as well. I really miss that. Oh well, it is as it is.
Today because of computer malfunction I’m in a really crappy mood and therefore don’t have much to say. I’ll leave you with some photos instead.
In August I bought tree more books in the Vampire Chronicles series. Just a few more and I’ll have all of the books.
Here’s my entire collection of books. 413 in total. Organized according to colour.
I got back from Stockholm two days ago so here’s the extensive “look what I bought!” post I promised you.
Black tutu from Black Moon.
I’m spending the weekend at home since I’m in the mood for total isolation. Me, a bag of chips and a Jericho marathon. I just watched the first episode and so far so good. Since it’s a post-apocalypse show of course I had to watch it since I absolutely love those.
Some day I’m gonna write a book about a post-apocalyptic society. It might not be in a near future but some day. Being the book worm I am I think writing and publishing a book is one of the coolest things you can do. Way cooler than starring in a movie or releasing a music album. And as a writer you don’t really have to be a public person unless you want to. You’ll leave a mark on the world and if you’re really good you’ll be remembered long after your death, but you don’t have to live in the spotlight.
It’s a nice dream. A big dream. But I’ve always dreamed big. My own company, traveling the world in a hippie van, writing a book. At least I never lack challenges and I think that’s a very good thing.
I changed the colour of the site by the way. Do you notice the difference? I wanted something more vibrant. It’s not too bright is it?
Today I woke up thinking it was monday and I thought so until I spoke with mom who was kind enough to let me know it’s actually sunday. Since I was free from work friday I partied with my friends thursday and my whole routine was put out of balance. I always work fridays and therefor never party on thursdays. So yeah, I lost track of what day it was. How odd. Usually that only happens during my summer holidays.
AND moving on!
After realizing I’ve only read two books this year I immediately went through my book shelves in search for something interesting. I mean, two books in four months! Embarassing! I don’t deserve to name litterature a interest of mine anymore! I don’t deserve my 250 books and should immdiately put them off for adoption to a person who will apprechiate them more than I do!
I used to do so much more reading and I need to get back to that. Of all of my favourite things reading is what I like the most. More than writing, more than painting, more than listening to music, even more than this site of mine.
Do better Angelica! Better!
I bought two antique books yesterday. One is from 1866 and the other from 1870. I collect antique books but I only have fifteen so far. Most of them are from the 19th century and a few from the early 20th.
I love old books. I love the broken old leather and the yellow pages. I love to read the signatures on the first pages, printed down by the people who owned them a long time ago. I love the small newspaper notices I sometimes find between the pages. I love the smell of the dusty attics and old boxes they’ve been kept in before they found their ways to the acutions and thrift stores where I found them.
It’s amazing to think about how different the world was 150 years ago. The world has changed so much and everyone who lived back then are dead now. But their books are still here, in my book shelf. A piece of that time is kept. The same book I hold in my hands were held by someone else 150 years ago. Perhaps it was read on board of a steam engine train by someone dressed in a long flowing victorian dress. Or by a farmer in a cottage in the woods, in the light of a kerosine lamp. That time is long gone but the books remains. For me it’s just the most amazing feeling. To own such a piece of history.
I finished the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer a couple of days ago. I liked the first book but as some of you have read in my previous post I compared it to Anne Rice and Twilight lost. The books got better though. Not as many parts of the books took place in the high school, the bad guys got thougher and everything in book tree of Breaking Dawn was pure awesomness. I don’t think the ending of book one was particularily exciting but the ending of Breaking Dawn was great!
Something that surprised me was that I actually found the love story interesting. I’m not a romantic person and I usually don’t read love stories but Bella and Edward made me feel for them. The emotions were described so vividly that I almost fell in love with Edward myself. Of course if they both had been human I probably wouldn’t have found it all that exciting. I’m a sucker for vampires.
All in all, good books. I still would have prefered to read about people my age though.
So I just finished the book “Twilight” by Stephenie Meyer and I feel that I should write something about it. Everbody else does so why not me aswell?
I’ve heard a lot of good things about this book. Almost ever blog entry I’ve read about it has been praising it. So of course when I started reading it I had high expectations.
Where they met? I’m not sure. I mean, yeah it’s a good book no doubt about that. But I’m a fan of Anne Rice and I’m twenty-five years old. If I was a teenager who never had read Anne Rice I know that I’d looooved this books. But I’m not a teenager and I’m a huge Anne Rice fan.
For you oblivious to the genious of Anne Rice I’ll fill you in. She wrote “Interview with the vampire” and sevaral sequels about vampires. Her main characters are adults and the book is written for adults. Sure I read Anne Rice when I was a teenager but I think it’s different reading litterature for adults when you’re a teenager than litterature for teenagers when you’re grown up. For the same reason I’ve never been a huge fan of Harry Potter. I’m sure that I would have been if I had been a couple of years younger when I first read the books. Because you know as a eighteen year old it’s kind of hard relating to a character about seven years younger than you. And it’s the same thing with Twilight. I don’t want to read about high school students.
Wow, I really sound negative now but I’m not. Really. I like Twilight. It’s good and Edward Cullen sure sounds like something I’d sink my teeth into. But, I would have apprechiated it more if it hadn’t been for Anne Rice and the fact that it’s a book aimed at teenagers.
Oh and don’t forget to look at the Halloween photos in my previous entry!