I wonder what’s happening with this blog. It’s not that I’m not up to post-worthy shenanigans. It’s not that I’m too busy to post. It’s not that I lost all of my fingertips in a freak taxi door accident.
It’s not just the blog, either; I haven’t been working on my novel, haven’t been journaling, haven’t been corresponding with friends who are kind enough to correspond with me.
I grow half-hearted and dull when I’m not writing regularly.
Not to mention I leave off shaving my legs and wear Uggs far more than I should.
Whatever the reason for my laxness, with Spring creeping the sidewalks of DC, it seems important that I get my act together.
I’ll start slowly with some pictures and short sentences. Maybe in a week I’ll have worked up to poetry analysis.
A Winter Book
This is the first book I’ve read in a long while that’s utterly swept me away. I became aware of Winter’s Tale because, of course, a movie adaption has just come out with Colin Farrell in the lead role. The movie hasn’t gotten favorable reviews, but the book is magnificent. Mark Helprin’s writing reminds me of Neil Gaiman’s: fantasy, but done subtly. Good for people like me who are a little shy where heavily “genre-d” fiction is concerned. The book begins with one story, and then slowly interweaves another story, and then another. A love story is at the heart, of course. The prose is beautiful enough that I’ve many times scrambled for a pen while reading so I can underline passage after passage.
Can’t Shake Her
My sister has been here visiting since last Friday. I’m been showing her around D.C. We’ve done the great monuments loop, brunched like champions, taken a great many selfies in front of the White House, shopped in Chinatown, gone to several museums, seen both The Grand Budapest Hotel and Divergent, and waited in a half-hour line for Georgetown Cupcake[s]. Tomorrow is more brunch and more shopping at Eastern Market.
My Local Bookstore (at last!)
I found this place randomly while on a walk with Amy this afternoon.
Holly’s Perfect Bookstore Criteria:
1. Walking distance
2. New AND used books in stock (new for gifts, used for myself)
3. Friendly clerks
4. Dim, dusty, pine-scented interior. Crooked floorboards a plus
5. Inexpensive. Prices preferably penciled inside cover flap
6. A shelf filled with employee favorites. Can’t trust a bookstore not staffed by readers (see #3)
7. Two floors, connected by a narrow staircase not conducive to love handles, large purses, and/or hoopskirts
Riverby Books is everything. I can’t tell you how crushed I was that I didn’t have money on me: “All Books Outside $1.”
Too Delicious to Enjoy Just Once
Didn’t he know
she just wanted to sit out on the porch
put her feet up
and light up a Viceroy
like a lady?”
(From the Broadstone Books website)