Monthly Archives: February 2013

Bonus Book Review: Dorothy L. Sayers: The Centenary Celebration

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Since I do not own a copy of Dorothy L. Sayers: The Centenary Celebration, this entry qualifies as a bonus review.

  • Title: Dorothy L. Sayers: The Centenary Celebration
  • Edited by: Alzina Stone Dale
  • Year Published: 1993 (Walker and Company New York)
  • Year Purchased: N/A
  • Source: This book is on loan from my dear Momma.
  • About: Let me begin my confessing that I have, at most, read one Dorothy L. Sayers book. I cannot be sure, because it was a long time ago and I have nothing to compare it against. Did it feature Lord Peter Wimsey? Likely, as I know it was a mystery novel. I have a near perfect memory when it comes to everything I’ve read as an adult. Thousands upon thousands of books, and I remember them all. Except, it seems, the one in question. Perhaps I am thinking of something else, and have never really held a Sayers book in my hands. I specialize in dead female writers-not as weird as it sounds, rest assured-but remained in near total darkness about one of the quintessential queens of mystery until a couple of weeks ago. Continue reading →

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

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The Lone She Wolf nominated us for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award, which looks like this:

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

The rules of the award are the same as the last time we were nominated. If you’ve forgotten, they are as follows:

  • Display the award logo on your blog.
  • Link back to the person who nominated you.
  • State 7 things about yourself.

Dear readers, I am seriously running out of things to tell you. I’d like to think I have a fun and interesting life, but it is not that amazing. Here are 7 things I don’t think I’ve told you before.

  1. My first crush was on Kenny Rogers, and I’ve no idea why. I was 3 years old.
  2. My least favourite actors are Tom Hanks and Alfred Molina. The Da Vinci Code was a nightmare to sit through.
  3. I want to be Angela Lansbury and/or Betty White when I grow up.
  4. My husband and I have a survival plan for when the Zombie Apocalypse occurs.
  5. I hate milk.
  6. Alan Rickman and Christoph Waltz are my two favourite living actors.
  7. I do not like pet birds.

I nominate the following bloggers, because they are straight-up awesome.

The Dead Writers Round-Up: February 17th-21st

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  • Jean-Baptiste Molière died on 2/17/1673. “Things are only worth what one makes them worth.” (The School for Wives; Tartuffe; The Misanthrope; Amphitryon)
  • Heinrich Heine died on 2/17/1856. “Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.” (The North Sea: Cycle I and II; The Town of Lucca; The Salon I)
  • Dorothy Canfield Fisher was born on 2/17/1879. “Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young.” (The Bent Twig; Her Son’s Wife; Seasoned Timber)
  • Audre Lord was born on 2/18/1934. “If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.” (The First Cities; Coal; The Cancer Journals)
  • André Breton was born on 2/19/1896. “Words make love with one another.” (Surrealist Manifesto; A Corpse; Nadja; The Automatic Message)
  • Carson McCullers was born on 2/19/1917. “I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.” (The Heart is a Lonely Hunter; Reflections in a Golden Eye; The Member of the Wedding)
  • André Gide died on 2/19/1951. “To know how to free oneself is nothing; the arduous thing is to know what to do with one’s freedom.” (The Fruits of the Earth; The Immoralist; Strait is the Gait; Corydon)
  • Knut Hamsun died on 2/19/1952. “I can’t even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace.” (Hunger; Mysteries; Pan; In Wonderland; On Overgrown Paths) Continue reading →

[Intermezzo] I Wish Every Day Was a Sunny Sunday Afternoon in February

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I wish every day was as hopeful as a sunny Sunday afternoon in February. Everything is possible, and nothing is necessary. Do I move forward with a household project, or take a nap? Do I walk around the block in a trail of sunshine, or write an essay? All of the answers, and all of my choices, lead to an open door marked BLISS.