reading our current book, The Treasure Of
Heaven, I came across two one-cent stamps fused onto the page.At one point someone had clearly tried to remove
them but only managed to tear part of the page away.So my reading is done for tonight, I will
borrow one of my fellow society members' copies tomorrow so I do not miss any of
the details.Definitely not something
you find every day; the book itself is one hundred and seven years old, I
wonder how old the stamps are?
shudder when I read Aldous Huxley’s Brave
New World. Not because of how inhumane, mechanical, and extraordinary the
future world of Huxley’s portrays, but how merely eighty-two years later Huxley’s
fictional future does not seem so farfetched.The other day I was perusing around facebook when I stumbled upon these
. . .
felt a chill creep up and down my spine.The scene from Brave New World
where John Savage tries to rally a group consisting of dozens of identical
faces flashed through my mind. Bred in
bottles to perform mundane tasks these unquestioning people stand puzzled as
John begs them to turn against the life they have always known.John entreats them to turn away from the
drugs, sex, a thoughtless and godless existence, but when he starts throwing
their precious soma, their drug holidays, out the window a riot ensues.Individualism creates chaos.Thinking is dangerous.Questioning is treacherous.
stop and ask myself, how often do I parrot or pass on what someone else has
said to save time?Do I avoid the inconvenience
of forming my own words and ideas?Do I
rely on authorities instead of God?Would
I give up freedom for security?Do I
follow the crowd?I pray my answer is no.But I must admit; being different, swimming upstream,
taking the road less traveled, it can be very tiring.Would I change my choices?Looking back over decisions I have made I do
wish I could go back and change some of them.But each of those choices has shaped me into who I am; the good choices,
and the bad ones.Would I want some
person who “knows better” to make all my decisions?Would I give up faith for facts?No!I
can learn from my mistakes, I can overcome struggles. I can handle pain, loss, and disappointment.Because giving up all that unpleasantness
would mean giving up all their counterparts too; love, joy, happiness, faith,
and hope.I am imperfect, but I have
free will.I make mistakes, but I learn.I am uncertain, but I have faith.I am an individual.
reading Aldous Huxley's Brave New World and liking it about as much as I
have on previous read-throughs (which is to say, NOT so much -- too
scary . . . and sad). Sad that a blatant "warning" against so many
attitudes-actions-ideas somehow became a handbook and guide, with great
success I mourn. Pardon me if I refrain from applauding the
proliferation of Facebook "bumper-sticker" posting mentality. I'm just
not Brave enough for this New World, it seems.
Oh my, has it really been that
long?I am afraid my neglect has
partially been due to blogger issues. When I previously tried to change the
side lists to properly reflect what we were reading it would not let me.But things seem to be working again, so now I
can get things up to date!
We finished up Huck Finn, it was quite the trip.Traveling down the Mississippi via raft can
lead to many scrapes, close calls, and crazy adventures.After concluding that book, we deviated from
reading just one novel and opted for several short stories by Ernest
Hemingway, and also several by F. Scott Fitzgerald.Two incredible writers with drastically
different styles, yet their choice of death, tragedy, and sadness as favorite
topics made them very compatible reading companions.
in the Willows
by Kenneth Grahame was our lighthearted antidote, but do not be fooled into
thinking it is merely a children’s story; in fact, I would argue that Toad is a
very poor example and you should warn young readers to beware of the devious amphibian.Our book club loved the writing style, very
proper English, especially compared to the southern-vernacular writing style
used by Mark Twain. At times, we doubted they were speaking English at all!
As of this week, we finished up A Year in Provence, a memoir by Peter
Mayle sharing, as the title so clearly states, about his first year living in France.A very enjoyable read, but I should warn you
not to read this on an empty stomach, for anything and everything seems to
center on food and the author kindly shares the sights, smells, and tiny
details of countless feasts. Our next
book, Aldous Huxley's Brave New World, will take us
out of cozy reading into a very different type of literature -- a much deeper,
darker kind of literature . . . dun, dun, dun!
Well, I think that covers
everything so far. I intend to be much more on top of our little literary place
in future. Till next time, keep on reading!
We have a creature invading the
house.We believe it is a book mole.You know, those small creatures that create
little book mounds all over the place that seem to grow when no one is
looking.No one has actually seen the
creature, but no one will claim the book piles as their own either.So we either have a book mole, a reading
ghost, or several avid readers who do not take the time to put their own books
away and just keep adding to the already existing piles.I am going to stick with the book mole.
My cousin, recently introduced me
to figment.com, and now I am slightly addicted to it.If you are an aspiring novelist or an avid
reader, you need to check out this sight.Here, I will start you off with a little story that tugged at my heart
and delighted my imaginations;Jem and Pearl.So, I have to ask, are you a kite or a
We recently discovered the
beautiful, dramatic, heartfelt, secretive, and slightly scandalous series Downton Abbey.A friend loaned us season one, which we
devoured in less than a week, and we are now crawling our way up the library’s
waiting list for season two.I admit I
am a junkie when it comes to British period dramas, and having to wait has been
a good exercise in patience.As we are
only number five on the list, I will have to pacify myself with another great television
series while I wait.It does not have
quite as much drama (and the main characters are orange), but Sesame Street should get me through till
Downton Abbey arrives.