Omg. Today.
Today actually kicked major ass. I worked on a ridiculous amount of music, read, drank multiple almond milk/banana/cranberry juice smoothies, finished all my hummus, and bought a cardigan, pencil skirt and necklace.
Book-wise (which I guess is the point of all this), I caught up to last Friday's reading for Harry Potter (yay...), finished a couple chapters of The Drood Murder Case, actually picked up How the Irish Saved Civilization (it's been a while) and learned a li'l something about St Patrick, almost lost my shit over Mary Wollstonecraft's writing in Vindication of the Rights of Woman, and FINISHED Lamb.
Yes, I finished a book I'd already started.
If I can just reproduce here the first sentence of Vindication of the Rights of Woman, and we can bear in mind that it was written in 1792, that'd be swell:
I very much liked my bouncing-around method of reading. Otherwise I only would've looked at two books and would thus be sad. No, ALL THE BOOKS. All of them.
I leave you with my favorite drawing of Anne of Cleves, done, of course, by Kate Beaton:
Today actually kicked major ass. I worked on a ridiculous amount of music, read, drank multiple almond milk/banana/cranberry juice smoothies, finished all my hummus, and bought a cardigan, pencil skirt and necklace.
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| LOOK AT HOW PRETTY MY NECKLACE IS |
Book-wise (which I guess is the point of all this), I caught up to last Friday's reading for Harry Potter (yay...), finished a couple chapters of The Drood Murder Case, actually picked up How the Irish Saved Civilization (it's been a while) and learned a li'l something about St Patrick, almost lost my shit over Mary Wollstonecraft's writing in Vindication of the Rights of Woman, and FINISHED Lamb.
Yes, I finished a book I'd already started.
If I can just reproduce here the first sentence of Vindication of the Rights of Woman, and we can bear in mind that it was written in 1792, that'd be swell:
After considering the historic page, and viewing the living world with anxious solicitude, the most melancholy emotions of sorrowful indignation have depressed my spirits, and I have sighed when obliged to confess, that either nature has made a great difference between man and man, or that the civilization which has hitherto taken place in the world has been very partial.I'd use the 'BOOM' gif again, but it's possible to have too much of a good thing. She is amazing. And she died at 38, FIVE YEARS after writing this. While in childbirth. Damnit. But at least her daughter's legacy allowed Boris Karloff to be steadily employed. That seems worth her dying. To give birth to that person.
I very much liked my bouncing-around method of reading. Otherwise I only would've looked at two books and would thus be sad. No, ALL THE BOOKS. All of them.
I leave you with my favorite drawing of Anne of Cleves, done, of course, by Kate Beaton:
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