It’s Sunday, which means it’s time for The Sunday Post, a meme created by Caffeinated Book . This weekly meme is for talking about your past and upcoming week blog-wise or not. 🙂 You can find out more here.
Last week I posted:
I attempted to finish Lola and The Boy Next Door by Stephanie Perkins a few times this week. I just can’t get through it. 😦 This makes me very unhappy because I wanted to like it. I did in the beginning, but now I’m just a little over 200 pages and…I had to stop.
I started Looking For Alaska by John Green though, that one is really easy to read. I figured maybe a break from Lola would be good,
In non blogging related news, I went to my friend Aleesha’s wedding yesterday. 🙂 She looked gorgeous and I’m really happy for her.
This upcoming week:
The Sunday Post
It’s Monday! What Are You Reading?
Top Ten Tuesday
Waiting on Wednesday
Wednesday’s Wondrous Covers (formerly “Cover Wednesday)
Review: Anna and The French Kiss
Thursday or Friday: Discussion Post — Book Sales
I know I’ve been I’ll post the Anna and The French Kiss review for around two weeks now, but I promise, this week it will be up.
Now I leave you with a book quote and poem. 🙂
~Book Quote Of The Week~
It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations. (p. 11 Looking For Alaska by John Green)
In honor of Robin Williams death this past week, I chose this poem.
~Poem of The Week~
O Captain! My Captain
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up–for you the flag is flung–for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.