The Sunday Post (#4) (8/17/14)

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:

• The Sunday Post 

• It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (#3) 

• Musical Monday (#1.5)

• Top Ten Tuesday (#3) – Top Ten Books I’m Not Sure I Want To Read 

• Waiting On Wednesday (#3)

• Cover Wednesday (#1)

• Review: The Statistical Probability of Love At First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith 

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.

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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.

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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)

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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.