Friday, May 31, 2013

22: The Book I Miss the Most

 Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, by J.K. Rowling

It feels weird to say you miss a book, since obviously they're still sitting there on your shelf and you can pick them up and read them again any time you like. But I'll admit it: even though I am prone to rereading books, especially in a series I haven't read in ages when the next one comes out, I have only ever read each Harry Potter book once. Le gasp.

The reason most likely being because I didn't start reading them until after the release of the last, so I didn't have to wait for any of them. I had the pleasure of finishing one book in that morning and by evening being well into the very next with no pause. I never had to draw a breath from that world for weeks. It was a magical time, but by the end of the seventh that was the end of it forever. Like millions and billions of others, I loved these books, and though I know I could reread them again any time I like, nothing will ever compare to that very first time, when I first entered the world and met all those people and fell in love with them, wondering what was going to happen in the next seven years of their lives (SPOILER: Somebody ruined it, for example, and so I knew about poor Dobby before I even met him in the second book--oh, how I cried). 

It's that first-time-feeling-excitement I miss, and although I will always love these books, a reread just wouldn't give that back to me.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

21: The Book that Became My Best Friend

I hope that posting repeat authors doesn't quite count as repeating books. Certainly there are enough books in my life to have a new one each day, but sometimes, when the book fits, even though I posted a repeat author yesterday, I'm doing it again today.

Because this book is one of my best book friends undoubtedly, so hang the rules! (:

The Hobbit, by JRR Tolkien

Every time I walk into a bookstore to meander, (and especially if I don't have the money to spend on a new book), I will walk through and look for books I already own and have read, in order to smile and touch them and greet them like old friends. The book I always look for first--and the book that's always there to greet me back--is this one.

It's not nearly as dense to get through as the Lord of the Rings, so for many people who have never read the latter, The Hobbit is still beloved. It holds a very special place in my heart to be sure, separate and distinguished from its "sequels". (P.S. I like Bilbo way more than Frodo.) 

I don't remember when I first read it, even; I feel as if I have always known it. I remember rereading it--I remember being unable to resist a good deal and buying a second copy (it is the only book I have more than one copy of)--and most of all, I remember taking it with me my first year of college, not because I wanted to read it again or anything, just because seeing it there on my desk like that was a comfort, and all I needed to make that place feel like home.

Book are, unquestionably, some of the best friends I've ever had. 

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

20: The Book I have a Crush On

I'm not really sure what it literally means to have a crush on a book, though I quite like the phrase. When you've got a crush on someone, you sort of stare dreamily after them as they do their thing, and you probably think about them all the time, and if they just so happen to smile at you, then your whole heart flies away.

Well, I sort of feel like this every time I read this book (three times). Like a girl wish a crush, utterly smitten, unable to look away or leave this book alone.

City of Bones, by Cassandra Clare

We've already spoken about Cassandra Clare before in much greater detail (see: The Book that Broke My Heart (And Put it Back Together Again)), and I love all her books, but since this was the first (it's even signed!) it's the one I'm completely crushing on. This book started it all, and introduced the world of well, everything, and my heart beats a little faster every time I think about seeing it again.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

19: The Book that Took the Longest to Get Over

I am a serial book reader. It is not uncommon for me to finish a book in the morning, and be fifty pages into another by that night. Or, if I stay up late to finish one off, the first thing I'm up to in the morning is picking out another. Probably I go from book to book so quickly I don't even allow them to digest properly or something, but, I can't help myself.

Except this book.

The Book Thief, by Markus Zusack

I finished it about a week ago and danced around getting into another novel (well, for at least a full day afterwards). I read a little novella; I read short stories; but I couldn't go over to my bookshelf and pick a new one. I just couldn't. It was too soon.

Those of you who've read it will understand. For those who haven't, let me tell you: this book will rip your heart a new one. Man, oh, man.

Also, the narrator of this novel is Death. Now, if that doesn't intrigue you, what ever possibly could?

Monday, May 27, 2013

18: The Book that I Read When I Feel Lonely

What an especially appropriate day for this. I love how books always seem to have perfect timing; has anyone else ever noticed that? This is going to be an incredibly personal post for me, but I swore to do every single one and there's no other book out there that matches this description, so... Here goes.

This is a terrible book. I read it once and I didn't even like it. I forget, even, the main premise of the plot, but it's trippy. That being said, it gets this award because even though I have not and will not ever read the rest of this book again, when I am lonely or otherwise (I don't even own it), there is an excerpt near the end that blew me away. Probably because it sounds like words being spoken especially to me by, well, pretty much anyone I've ever known ever. It also doesn't hurt, I suppose, that the girl being spoken to is named Sam. It's actually rather incredible.

This excerpt is the best thing that came out of this book, and the only reason I will always remember it (as well as what was going on in my life when I read it). I have it written down on a piece of paper and I pull it out sometimes when I'm down. I don't even know if I could articulate what all it means to me, but I swear, this is a word for word quote.
 Your Heart Belongs to Me.jpg
Your Heart Belongs to Me, by Dean Koontz

"It's necessary that you're happy because in your happiness you're going to show so many other people the way, through your books. Be happy, Sam. Find someone. Marry. Have kids. What an incredible mother you will be. Have kids, Sam, embrace life, and write your brilliant books. Because if there's any hope for me, when my times comes... It will be because I passed through your life without scarring you, and did not diminish who you are."

Sunday, May 26, 2013

17: The Book that Stayed at Home

I read this while reading another book; the latter traveled so that I could keep this one at home and only read it when I was there.

 (White space for dramatic effect; drum roll please.)

Heidi, by Johanna Spyri

The reason this one was a special case is because of my dog. She was named after Heidi, although I had never read the book. (The old VHS of the same name--also something I had never watched--was in our garage around the time we got her, and I saw the title and thought it was cute.)  So I decided it was high time I read about the girl that named my beloved puppy dog, and I wanted to read it with her.

So when I was away from home, and reading in a car or an office or a friend's, I took a separate book. But every night when I came home, Heidi the dog was waiting for me on the couch, and beside her Heidi the book was waiting just as patiently, and I read for hours while she cuddled beside me.

And the verdict? My dog was very well-named, and I am proud to have such a great girl from such a wonderful, timeless story as her namesake.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

16: The Book I Carried with Me Everywhere

"Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them." -Lemony Snicket

With that logic,  I am the most trustworthy person on the planet. I carry a book with me everywhere, every time I leave the house, even when I know I won't need it. Sometimes, I bring it along just in case--I get bored, or stranded, or mom takes too long while I wait in the car, etc. Other times, I bring a book, tucked safely away in the bottom of my bag, to somewhere I'm nervous to be--yes, I had a book with me at that job interview, on my first day of college, wherever I went, no matter what, in Africa--just because having it there gives me comfort.

So, depending on how long it takes me to read a book, it has the chance to come to a lot of places. One book I got for Christmas during a really bad snowstorm, and didn't leave the house for two days; that book didn't get to go anywhere with me because I never left, poor thing.

One book, however, stands out amongst the others as a book that got to go to a lot of places; perhaps because of its great length, and the amount of time it took me to finish.

Jonathon Strange and Mr. Norrell, by Susanna Clarke

This book was long (but luckily awesome). I also happened to be reading it during college, when I had other class books to read, so sometimes it had to take the back burner. Or rather, the backpack. 

It had perfect attendance in each of my class every day for weeks. When I went back home and dropped off the backpack and headed to dinner, I somehow managed to slide it into my little bitty shoulder purse--the top of Jonathon's name stuck out, and there was no room for anything else (who needs a wallet anyway?)--and off it went to see the campus. It came to all the shows and readings I attended that semester. 

When my friends and I took off on an extended weekend for Canada, it was laying on the top of my bag at my feet all the way across the border. I couldn't read it that weekend because of homework and friends, but it was a friend, too, and despite its size and the inconvenience it caused to my packing, I wouldn't have left it behind for the world.

Friday, May 24, 2013

15: The Book that I Still Think About

I read a lot of books.

And sometimes I remember a book, and most times I don't. Especially if it's one I read on my own, and quickly, without discussing it with anyone. Or if it's not part of a series, and it just stands alone and ends when I'm done, I could forget it. There are a lot of books from my past, and on my bookshelf, that I look at, and recall the title, but not much else.

Others, I still find myself thinking about randomly, for no particular reason and not at any special time. This is one of those book I still think about, for whatever reason: it's not especially deep, it's not academically meaningful, it's certainly not "Literature". It's for children. But it's a very good book for children, or at least I thought so when I was child. It's one I read years ago, and never again since, but I still find it crossing my mind every now and again, quite without prompting.

Molly Moon's Incredible Book of Hypnotism, by Georgia Byng

Mostly, I find myself referencing this book when a) someone talks about being hypnotized, or a hypnotists puts on a show around me; b) there's a reference to orphans or running away; or c) whenever I meet a pug. I happen to work for a woman who owns three pugs; it is not uncommon for orphans to run away; and you'd be surprised at the amount of "hypnotism" I've encountered in my life.

So during all that, throughout all things wacky and strange, Molly Moon has been there in the back of my head, and I think about her all the time.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

14: The Book that Put Me to Sleep

This sounds insulting. And maybe for any other book, it would be insulting. Obviously, the goal of a book is to be riveting and entertaining. If a novel puts you to sleep, that insinuates boredom. The book was boring. And boring is bad.

But it's a little different for this book. (Don't get me wrong, it was boring, and that's why it gets this award, but in this case, perhaps "entertaining" was not this book's first priority. Allow me to explain.)

This book looks like this on the inside:

Tree of Codes,by Jonathan Safran Foer

What happened here is, the author took a previously existing book (Street of Crocodiles by Bruno Schulz) and cut out a story (I've never read Street of Crocodiles but it's my understanding that their story-lines are completely unrelated) from its pages. Therefore, one can understand if plot wasn't really first and foremost in the author's mind. Which is why, if the little plot that existed was boring, one can hardly blame it. I mean, look at this thing!

This is not a book. This is an artifact, a statement, a work of art. "Book" comes in as a distant fourth. So, yes, reading it was boring. Owning it, however, is a great thing. Holding it. Looking at it. Turning the pages--it is fascinating, I tell you. Get your hands on a copy of this book, if not to read, at least to flip through and see. 

 It doesn't have much going for it as far as an actual story goes--I can't tell you to save my life what it was about--and that is why it put me to sleep. Not literally, I stayed awake to turn every page, but mentally I was out. In fact, I'd say the only thing that did keep me awake was the absolute fascination and concentration it took to carefully turn every page.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

13: The Book I Wish I had Written


The Princess Bride, by William Goldman.

I am forever jealous that I didn't write this first. This story has everything, and what's not to love? No wonder it was an instant classic... I just wish it was mine!

To me, the quotes are the best part, and don't pretend you don't quote this in real life all the time. We all know everyone does it. Weirdly enough, my most quoted line from this is, "Rodents of Unusual Size? I don't think they exist..." (Don't ask me what kind of situations I must get myself in where that becomes relevant, but believe me, it's happened.)

Feel free to share your favorite/most quoted line from this novel (or film) below! (:

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

12: The Book I Haven't Met Yet, but Always Wanted To

I have been hearing that my pictures aren't loading sometimes...which obviously makes it rather awkward since then you don't know which book I'm jabbering on about. If you are having this problem, please do let me know!

Anyway, on to the book I've never read, but have always wanted to... The Invisible Man, by H.G. Wells. I don't even know the plot of this story, or anything about it. All I see is an interesting title and a fascinating cover, and I am hooked already.  Aren't you?


I think I actually have this book in giant, size-of-a-binder form that someone gave me at some point. (I have several classics in this large printed format, but haven't read a single one!) Perhaps its the awkward size of the book, or perhaps its just not ready yet, but somehow I've never gotten the chance to read this book.

It's weird to say that, as if I wasn't allowed or something, when rather obviously I choose when and where and what I want to read. So why haven't I just picked this one yet? I am not sure; you know how books have a way of coming to you at just the right time in your life that you should be reading it? Maybe it's like that, and the time hasn't come yet... Or it could have something to do with the fact that I have a hundred other books to read as well and so this one just slipped through the cracks.

It is invisible, after all. ;D

Monday, May 20, 2013

11: The Book that Couldn't End Fast Enough

Let me say one thing: just because this is a book I really wanted to end, it did not mean I didn't enjoy it (I did). It was only, you know, massive. And right around the time I thought I was done, I realized there was a volume two...not a sequel, mind you, but literally the book had just been published in two parts. Volume One didn't have an ending...

Le Morte D'Arthur, Sir Thomas Malory

A one thousand page beast all together, I have finally conquered it. But it took me almost two months to finish both volumes (for relative time, know that I usually finish a book within about three days). The Arthurian story is my favorite, and I'm proud to have read this "original" version of it; but what I felt when I closed it for the last time could only be described as relief.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

10: The Book I Never Wanted to End

One of my favorites. (:

The Host, by Stephanie Meyer

I loved this world, with its characters and its very interesting (and seemingly endless) motifs and thematic quesitons the plot and entire conceit raised within. I could have easily stayed with this book much, much longer, and was very sad to finish that last page. I wanted more, more, more (though it does have a very conclusive and satisfying ending).

In related news, I've heard that there are to be two sequels. And while I am very excited about that, I hope that making it a trilogy doesn't transform this lovely novel from "the book I never wanted to end" to one that overstayed its welcome (as has happened with Stephanie Meyer books before, if you remember).

Saturday, May 18, 2013

9: The Book that Changed My World

This one was particularly hard...after all, this is a huge claim, and a lot of responsibility for a book. I can't help feeling there might be another one for this, but though I've thought and thought and thought, it is always this book that I keep coming back to.

If I were a hipster, this is where I'd say, you probably never heard of it. I'm not a hipster, but, you've still probably never heard of it.

Amazing Grace, by Eric Metaxas

This is nonfiction, and perhaps one of the only--if not the only--nonfiction books you will see on this list. It's a biography on the life of William Wilberforce, particularly his work to abolish slavery in England in 1833. He was also a devout Christian. For some reason I can't seem to explain, something in this man's life and relationship with God really spoke to me, and I've not quite been the same since, in ways I haven't yet put my finger on. 

For those not keen on biographies, the movie of the same name is also amazing, and remains one of my favorites today, as well as probably the most inspirational movie of all time. 

Friday, May 17, 2013

8: The Book that was the Bane of My Existence

I usually really enjoy, or at least tolerate and maybe even come to appreciate, the books required of me from a literature course. This one was the exception. This one was painful.

Tess of the D'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy

Reading this every day for class was the only period of my life where I actually hated English class. Oh, how I moaned and cried and complained; I dreaded my fate but there was no escape; it dragged on and on and on until I thought I couldn't take it; nothing I could do made it better, everything only ever got worse.

Much like Tess' life, actually.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

7: The Book I'm Obsessed With

I'm sort of cheating on this one and posting about three books, though to be fair it's all one story. And obsessed doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about this story. When we first met, I loved it; I lived it; I breathed it (and if we're being honest, I still do that to some degree today). I regard it as unquestionably the greatest fantasy series ever thought up, or put to paper. Ever. (Yes, that's right, everyone else in the world--Lord of the Rings is in every way superior to Harry Potter, no doubt about it.)

Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien

After I finished the three volumes, I proceeded to work my way through all the appendixes, a biography of Tolkien, his translation of Gawain, at least three collections of his short stories, The Silmarillion, and of course, The Hobbit. True Tolkien fans will chide me for missing The Unfinished Tales, sadly enough, but even without that credential, I proudly and unashamedly declare myself obsessed.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

6: The Book I've Already Forgotten

Well, choosing this one was quite a conundrum. By rights, this post should be impossible. How am I to tell you a book I've already forgotten if I have, actually, forgotten it?

Since, obviously, I couldn't think of one that fits and none were coming to mind, I went over to my bookshelf and stared. Was there a book here I had read and immediately dismissed? Was there a book here I had forgotten I owned? Was there a book here, amongst the hundreds, that I never once thought of when it was finished?

Indeed, there was.

The Scarlet Letter, by Nathaniel Hawthorne

I am generally a fan of the classics, and have read through several famous ones, not for school, but for the sake of pleasure and curiosity. If a book is that old but still relevant and spoken about today, I figure it's worth my time to read it, and figure out what the fuss is all about.

Unfortunately, reading them on my own means I get the plot, but perhaps not much else. I lack the aid of a teacher or professor, or even a classmate, to guide me through the thick underlying meanings hidden in such classical literary works. Some I enjoy anyway despite the lack of discussion; others, not so much.

Now that I remember I've read it, I can remember reading this one: I forced myself, chapter by painful chapter, one at a time, day by day, to finish this (actually quite short) novel. When it was over, I seem to recall googling the meaning of the last line (which I've quite forgotten by now, of course), then discarding the book into one of my piles, and picking up another, more enjoyable read within the hour. I had moved on by the end of the day, and since then The Scarlet Letter has vanished quite entirely from my mind forever.

I only read it this past summer, and do you know, I can't even recall any of the characters' names anymore. I believe the protagonist's started with an H?

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

5: The Book I Will Never Forget

I'm not sure if this is a good or bad thing...

Carrie, Stephen King

But this is definitely one that sticks with you, for better or worse, in the bright light of the day, or in the dead of night--she will be there...

Monday, May 13, 2013

4: The Book that Broke My Heart (and Left it That Way)

Good morning, everyone! I had to think hard on this one for a few minutes. But, in the end, I knew just the book. Those who've read it will understand immediately.

Where the Red Fern Grows, Wilson Rawls

I read this book in sixth grade. And, no, I still have not gotten over it. Nor will I ever.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

3: The Book that Broke My Heart (And Put it Back Together Again)

I just read the most wonderful story!


(This post was originally a book review, thus the length. The rest won't look like this, I promise. But I meant every word I wrote in this with my whole heart, so I didn't want change it.)

To start off with, let me say a few things about Cassandra Clare. First of all, this woman is good at what she does. And what she does is write, write stories that fill my heart, stop my heart, accelerate my heart, and break my heart. She stands for all that is good about YA fiction, a genre that has been diluted and polluted tragically in this modern day. But from the slush pile, this woman has arisen, with her mastery of character and creativity. She has arisen like her Angel, to bestow the gift of her words upon us.

Plus, she is a nice lady. I recommend definitely checking her out when you are done here. Aside from The Infernal Devices (historical fiction), she has written several other books in the same world, only in the modern day. Everything she has ever written is phenomenal, so you won’t be sorry!

But I am here to talk about The Clockwork Princess specifically. Let me just say, I have been an obsessed book reader my entire life. And of the hundreds of books I have read, I have never met one who caused such physical reactions in me before. I have read books that made me chuckle, but never one that has caused me to throw my head back laughing. I have read books to make me happy, but never one that has made me want to (and I did) cry for joy. I have made books that made me sad, all wet-eyed and glistening, but never one that caused tears to run down my face, so hard and fast that I had to take a moment before I could see the words on the page in front of me again.

That was, I have never had that until I read her book. It has affected me not only as a reader and as a fan, but as a human being; it has caused me to see the joy, the pain, the pain of joy, and the happiness behind heartbreak, and a book has never done that to me before. That is the first reason that the book gets the broken heart award, because what Clare did to the lives of these characters felt like ripping out hearts and stomping on them. But by the end, somehow, she had brilliantly concluded her novel in a way that not only left me feeling satisfied, but even happy. She had sewn up the holes that she herself had inflicted in my poor, emotionally tattered heart.

I attribute this overwhelming success to a few things: character, character, character! You've heard it all your lives, folks: the characters are the most important; the characters drive the plot; etc; etc. But perhaps you have never understood it in its entire significance. Read Cassandra Clare, and you will. Not only has she developed a stunningly strong female lead character (there is actually a point where the heroine says, upon seeing there are no males to save her, "I shall have to rescue myself!" and proceeds to successfully, if momentarily, evade her captors), but delightful and easily recognizable side characters as well. The people in this book in no way ever feel imaginary or created; they feel real and round and whole. Even the very minor characters are given subplots and love interests and well-rounded feelings and true emotional ranges. It was awesome.

Of course, she also possesses significant skill of narration, as well as juggling several very complex plots at once and masterfully tying them all together in the end; not to mention her ideas are just bloody good ones. Nevertheless, for all else that she has going for her, it is the characters you will meet in this book that makes it linger with you long after the final page.

Cassandra Clare has written a masterpiece and I wonder if she knows it. It is disguised as YA, so I wonder if the world even knows it. I cannot stress enough how completely this book is everything I love about words and writing, and she is everything I aspire to be as a writer.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

2: The Book that's Been on My Mind All Day

No hesitation on which book to choose for this one. This book is the reason I had an idea to start this blog. Because I've written a couple of stories similar to this, the book was recommended to me as one I should definitely check out. I had forgotten about it, until much later when I was at a secondhand book shop and saw it lying there, just by chance, and that was that. I'm so glad it found me. It was like a blind date gone wonderfully, wonderfully right.
Room, Emma Donoghue

Only yesterday I finished it, in two days/three sittings. The only reason I didn't finish it two sittings or even one, is because I wanted to make it last longer, so I could think about it more. Every time I put it down, I walked through my house like a zombie, not really there, still inside my head with the narrator, Jack. His voice had me so thoroughly captivated that for a good half hour after I finished reading, the thoughts in my head sounded like the way he speaks. Even with a full twenty four hours between that last page and now, I still cannot get it out of my head.

Friday, May 10, 2013

1: The Book that Stole My Heart

I thought choosing the first book would be hard. I love a lot of books--it's hard for me to pick a favorite--so how could I ever pick just one that came swooping in, all dashing and daring and wonderful, and took my heart like it had always belonged to it in the first place? I thought it would be impossible. I was wrong.

It was an easy choice. There's really only one book that stole my heart that way. I wonder, is it still stealing if you're glad it was taken, and want the thief to keep it forever?

Life of Pi, book by Yann Martel - Book review
Life of Pi, by Yann Martel

I am absolutely smitten with this novel. It has animals and God and adventure on the high seas, so what, exactly, is in here not to love? Yann Martel had me at this book was born as I was hungry. And from that first line to the last, he never let me go.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

My Relationship with Books -THE LIST-

 I have figured out what I want to do with this blog!

I woke up today with a book on my mind (I can't tell you which one, spoilers!) and it got me thinking about how I wanted to blog about it. And from there, I wondered if there was such a thing as a "book challenge," where you have to post about a book a day for x number of days. Turns out, there are a lot of them, and while I did read through them and a lot of them look great, none of them really fit the mood I was going for. I don't just want to tell you "a book I hated"; I want to tell you about THE Book that was the Bane of My Existence.

Do you see the difference?

So I decided to write my own. I drew a lot of inspiration from the other lists out there, but this isn't a book challenge. This is a public declaration of an ongoing relationship between myself and my books.

Here's the list:

1. The Book that Stole My Heart
2. The Book that's Been on My Mind All Day
3. The Book that Broke My Heart (and Put it Back Together Again)   
4. The Book that Broke My Heart (and Left it that Way)
5. The Book I will Never Forget
6. The Book I've Already Forgotten
7. The Book I'm Obsessed With
8. The Book that was the Bane of My Existence
9. The Book that Changed My World
10. The Book I Never Wanted to End
11. The Book that Couldn't End Fast Enough
12. The Book I Haven't Met Yet, but Always Wanted To
13. The Book I Wish I had Written
14. The Book that Put Me to Sleep
15. The Book that I Still Think About
16. The Book I Carried with Me Everywhere
17. The Book that Stayed at Home
18. The Book that I Read when I Feel Lonely
19. The Book that Took the Longest to Get Over
20. The Book I have a Crush On
21. The Book that Became My Best Friend
22. The Book I Miss the Most
23. The Book I Want to Give a Second Chance
24. The Book I Judged (Correctly) by its Cover
25. The Book I Judged (Incorrectly) by its Cover
26. The Book I Knew for Just One Day
27. The Book that Saved My Life
28. The Book that's Been Waiting
29. The Book that was My First Love
30. The Book that Made Me Cry the Hardest
31. The Book that Made Me Laugh Out Loud
32. The Book I Ran From
33. The Book I Loved Once, But it Didn't Work Out
34. The Book I Admire from a Distance
35. The Book I Keep Coming Back To (and Always Will)

And just because I wrote this list doesn't mean I know which one is for which yet. I will have to figure it out as I go along : one book, every day, and so on to the end. I'll try my hardest not to repeat! (Russian Nesting Dolls, you will have to wait.)

We start tomorrow.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Welcome Post

Hello, everyone!

Sam here. I'm new at this blogging thing, and am a little nervous about it. But with summer on my hands, I figure there's no time like the present time to start something like this! Summer is also when I get the itchy fingers--the urge to write, to paint, to draw, to create...

This is what this blog is all about. I named it "Chasing Pen Strokes" because I am first and foremost a writer, but to avoid accidental loss of first publishing rights, I will more than likely keep most of my writing off here. Look for instead pictures of my "other creative pursuits," which will include little do-it-yourself-projects and other exciting adventures.

I want to focus primarily on Russian Nesting Dolls, as painting them has become sort of a hobby of mine, so look for more from me on that soon to come!