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It's been awhile since I did a Wednesday Reading meme but I've been on a roll lately!

What I've Just Finished

Paper Valentine - which was a good coming of age YA when it wasn't trying to be a mystery thriller

Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda - this was my second reread and i still really enjoyed it

Ancillary Justice - reminded me of the postcolonial literature we read in my Film & Literature class

What I'm Reading Now

Finally got started on the new Queen's Thief novel, Thick as Thieves! I'm really excited because this is the first book to be published since I started reading the series. The book follows a new character but I'm hoping to see some familiar faces.

Still trying to get through Sense and Sensibility and bell hooks.

What I'll Read Next

I have purchased Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe!

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Some More Light Verse by Wendy Cope

You have to try. You see the shrink.
You learn a lot. You read. You think.
You struggle to improve your looks.
You meet some men. You write some books.
You eat good food. You give up junk.
You do not smoke. You don't get drunk.
You take up yoga, walk and swim.
And nothing works. The outlook's grim.
You don't know what to do. You cry.
You're running out of things to try. 

You blow your nose. You see the shrink.
You walk. You give up food and drink.
You fall in love. You make a plan.
You struggle to improve your man.
And nothing works. The outlooks grim.
You go to yoga, cry and swim.
You eat and drink. You give up looks.
You struggle to improve your books.
You cannot see the point. You sigh.
You do not smoke. You have to try.
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I'm not doing too well keeping to my summer commitments. The excuse I keep telling myself is it's because I know I won't be able to do them when I'm on my Colorado trip. But, you know, excuses. I have a lot of those.

I haven't been reading. I haven't been exercising. I did do some free writing on Monday for 20 minutes. It was so hard.

Good Bones by Maggie Smith

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I've shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I'll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that's a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.

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 i'm trying to get the hang of words again. though i don't know if i ever really had the knack for it to begin with. but summer is on the horizon and people always feel hopeful when the seasons change. until then i'll share someone else's words.

Love After Love by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome.

And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life. 


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