Some books are quick reads. This is not one of them.
While the kids in the preschool class are singing songs for the end of year presentation we’re putting on to show the parents that their children really did learn something this year, I decided to give my students something I didn’t get much of in Portuguese school: poetry.
And since this is me we’re talking about, this week we did Fernando Pessoa’s Mar Portugues. I wrote about why this poem has had such an impact on my life, so go check that out if you haven’t already because I’m diving right in.
Yep, I’m definitely behind on this. One of these days I’m either going to stop overcommitting myself (unlikely), learn to set more realistic goals (somewhat less unlikely), or just accept that I may not meet every goal I set (most likely).
I’m a big fan of historical fiction set in the Tudor period. Phillipa Gregory and Jean Plaidy? I devoured their series set during the period like the delicious empty literary calories they are. I don’t just limit myself to books, either. The Tudors? I came for Jonathan Rhys Meyers (historically inaccurate in appearance but damn if […]
In an attempt to better myself and to give myself a regular feature to make blogging at least 2x a week easier, I’ll be doing the 52 books in 52 weeks challenge this year. Will it go better than my first attempt at NaNoWriMo? Here’s to hoping. I started the year with a problematic inhabitant of my […]
I’m on the older edge of the Harry Potter generation. I didn’t pick up the series until the spring of 2000. I was in my freshman year of high school, Goblet of Fire was going to come out that summer, and I wanted to see what the hype was all about. By Christmas, I owned […]
I left the house and walked out into a veil of fog that silenced the usual morning noises and shrouded the usual morning sights. It felt like a fitting way to start a week in a newly unfamiliar world.
Unrepentant fangirl that I am, I had a Fernando Pessoa quote immediately leap to mind to describe how I felt.