Can We Discuss Disney Princesses Though


I was on the phone with my dad yesterday crying (surprise) over my lack of┬áromantic luck recently. He gave me some really wonderful advice, the most hilarious of which came when he said, "The worst thing Disney ever did for society was write those stupid happy endings." Or something to that effect -- I tend... Continue Reading →

Snow Globe


I want to rummage through stacks of books with you. Dirty, musty books so when we rustle their pages we choke with joy. I want to sit on the floor, legs crossed and pile adventures in my lap. You'll stand on a stack of encyclopedias and reach for that perfect copy of Don Quixote while... Continue Reading →

My Whole Body Aches


I went on a long bike ride today, and whenever I ride I have a lot of time to think. About the meaning of life, about new blog posts I could write, about what I wanna do with myself in the future...about how much my butt hurts... Today, I thought about all those things, in... Continue Reading →

Tom, Huck, and Cappy


I've been a pirate on an island with Tom and Huck, smuggled French Aristocrats with the Scarlet Pimpernel, jousted over a river with Friar Tuck and Robin Hood. Whenever I see little islands in the middle of rivers or lakes, I tug my dad's sleeve like a little kid and say, "That's just like Tom... Continue Reading →

I’m Nine Again


I was that kid who literally shoved her nose in a book and didn't take it out until she'd flipped cover to cover. Most of my childhood memories are centered around lying on my couch, feet up, reading a book. On sick days, I'd make blanket forts in the living room and hide away, reading... Continue Reading →

Mary Poppins Pockets


My boyfriend keeps everything in his pockets. I guess that's not unusual, since most guys don't carry purses etc. It's just always so hilarious to me when he pulls his phone and wallet, a whole cake and a small elephant out of his pockets at the end of the day. What? How? How was all... Continue Reading →

I’m So Smooth


The one time I met a famous author, I got my arm stuck in a vending machine. Rewind. I was in 7th grade. Let's also remember that I was fantastically awkward, had braces, and probably a horrible haircut.┬áI also LOVED books. That part hasn't changed, though I like to think the awkwardness and bad haircut... Continue Reading →

The Hypnotist: A Book Review


Who, me? I just read what NPR tells me to. Okay, not exactly. But recently, yes. I heard about Lars Kepler's The Hypnotist on NPR last week. It sounded intriguing, if a little gruesome. And that's exactly what it ended up being. Except for the part where I was totally disappointed with the ending. The... Continue Reading →

Librarians are Superheroes


I have one thing to say: Librarians are superheroes. SUPER. HEROES. They can do anything! I bet when they're at home they go invisible or fly around and stuff. They are modern day Clark Kents. I read a book 3 years ago that I loved and wanted to read again, but I couldn't remember anything... Continue Reading →

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