Scholastic has this thing going on, maybe it’s only new to me, called You are what you read. Pick five books that have shaped who are, those that have left the biggest impression. It got me to thinking; I know what my favorite books are, are favorite books the same as those that have left the biggest impression? After a bit of thought, I have come to the conclusion that there might be overlap, but there are books that have been instrumental in my development as reader and as a person that are not part of my “favorite’s list”.
And now we come to the fun part, LISTS! The books I read in my youth that left an impression and would influence my future taste in books and stuff.
A Taste of Blackberries - I read this book in the fourth grade and the story has stayed with me. I think it was the first time I cried while reading a book, well, it must have been because that is what I remember it for. A story that elicited a strong emotional response and that opened up a whole new world of reading. I sought out books that were “above” my reading level from that point on.
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe - My introduction to fantasy literature and I was hooked. My favorite character was Edmund. I just remember being incredibly hurt by his betrayal because I believed he was a good person, a better brother than the way he was behaving. Aslan’s belief in him and sacrifice for him was so moving to me. I didn’t miss the allegory, I was raised Baptist, I was all “omg this is familiar”. I still love this book and the series, minus The Last Battle. I just like to pretend it ends at The Magicians Nephew. Please don’t judge me.
Kidnapped - It was assigned reading in my 7th grade english class. Historical fiction! I really hated it, it was so cumbersome at the beginning. When I had completed the book, however, was when I really appreciated it. This book taught me not to give up on a story if it starts off slow, with the exception of Twilight this has always worked out for me (that book damaged my brain).
Their Eyes Were Watching God - This was also an assigned book for school, but I loved it from the beginning. It seems silly, but I initially loved it because of the phonetically written dialect, because it was similar to how my family spoke. Again, it was one of those eye opening moments in reading a book where you experience a jolt of a reality outside your own.
Tess of the d’Urbervilles - Saddest story ever. Tragedy abounds. I felt robbed and this is the book that showed me that not all stories have a happy ending.
I now feel that I will have to make a Five Favorite Book’s List.
“Gibbs became pregnant aged 15, but lost the baby in December 2006 in a stillbirth when she was 36 weeks into the pregnancy. When prosecutors discovered that she had a cocaine habit - though there is no evidence that drug abuse had anything to do with the baby’s death - they charged her with the “depraved-heart murder” of her child, which carries a mandatory life sentence. Gibbs is the first woman in Mississippi to be charged with murder relating to the loss of her unborn baby. But her case is by no means isolated. Across the US more and more prosecutions are being brought that seek to turn pregnant women into criminals.”—
and this is what we see as a *criminal*—as a threat to society. In the olden days, this was a *child* that needed some serious fucking help and more than likely protection.
we prosecute people for feeding the homeless, we criminalize little girls that need fucking help, we deport workers whose bodies are falling apart, we call starving people “protecting our right to exist” and feeding those people terrorism…
“You know, it’s sort of an ironic question. It points to the whole problem. If there was a comedy with a bunch of dudes in it, and then there was another comedy with a dude in it, you wouldn’t be asking if it was weird to have a comedy with men coming out right after a comedy with men came out. You know what I mean? I think that points to that there’s still a discrepancy with the way women and men are viewed, especially in comedy. In my opinion, it’s about time — there’s so many funny women out there. I dare you to find three men who can contend with Kristen Wiig, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler in a room together.”—Jason Segel, after being asked the question, “You mentioned Paul Feig, and Bad Teacher is coming out six weeks after Bridesmaids kinda flipped the script on female-fronted comedies. Do you think there’s any pressure on the film to perform at the box office?” (via ONTD)
“I know many people are concerned about the destruction of the sanctity of marriage, as well, and they view this as a threat. But let me ask you something, ladies and gentlemen, what are we really protecting when you look at the divorce rate in our society? Turn on the television. We have a wedding channel on cable TV devoted to the behavior of people on their way to the altar. They spend billions of dollars, behave in the most appalling way, all in an effort to be princess for a day. You don’t have cable television? Put on network TV. We’re giving away husbands on a game show. You can watch “The Bachelor,” where 30 desperate women will compete to marry a 40-year-old man who has never been able to maintain a decent relationship in his life. We have “The Bacholorette,” in reverse. And my favorite show, which thank God only ran one season because it was truly distasteful, was “The Littlest Groom,” where 30 desperate women competed to marry a dwarf. That’s what we’ve done to marriage in America, where young women are socialized from the time they’re five years old to think of being nothing but a bride. They plan every day what they’ll wear, how they’ll look, the invitations, the whole bit. They don’t spend five minutes thinking about what it means to be a wife. People stand up there before God and man — even in Senator Diaz’s church — they swear to love, honor, and obey; they don’t mean a word of it. So if there’s anything wrong, any threat to the sanctity of marriage in America, it comes from those of us who have the privilege and the right, and we have abused it for decades.”—NY Senator Diane Savino (via lady88)
And he said: “Son, this world is rough And if a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough And I knew I wouldn’t be there to help you along. So I give you that name and I said goodbye I knew you’d have to get tough or die And it’s the name that helped to make you strong.”
He said: “Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn’t blame you if you do. But you ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in your guts and the spit in your eye Cause I’m the son-of-a-bitch that named you Sue.”
Arguing that the U.S. food supply is 99 percent safe, House Republicans cut millions of dollars Thursday from the Food and Drug Administration’s budget, denying the agency money to implement landmark food safety laws approved by the last Congress.
Saying the cuts were needed to lower the national deficit, the House also reduced funding to the Agriculture Department’s food safety inspection service, which oversees meat, poultry and some egg products.
And lawmakers chopped $832 million from an emergency feeding program for poor mothers, infants and children. Hunger groups said that change would deny emergency nutrition to about 325,000 mothers and children.
But, you know, tax cuts for multi-millionaires are totally awesome.
“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.
-Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.”—T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
“Steadily, the room shrank, till the book thief could touch the shelves within a few small steps. She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal cord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet. She used both hands. She raced them. One shelf against the other. And she laughed. Her voice was sprawled out, high in her throat, and when she eventually stopped and stood in the middle of the room, she spent many minutes looking from the shelves to her fingers and back again. How many books had she touched? How many had she felt? She walked over and did it again, this time much slower, with her hand facing forward, allowing the dough of her palm to feel the small hurdle of each book. It felt like magic, like beauty, as bright lines of light shone down from a chandelier. Several times, she almost pulled a title from its place but didn’t dare disturb them. They were too perfect.”—The Book Thief, Markus Zusak (via fleurishes)