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adoracora-elizabeth · 1 year

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When life interrupts, Chapter 20

I am incredibly sorry for taking this long with uploading. I am a little bit stuck, but I think I found where I want to go with this story. I am not abandoning it.

“Mum?” Cora asked while they were walking in a nearby park, she was pushing Patrick’s pram. This morning they had breakfast together, and soon after Robert went back to the office. Violet had complained that he was needed. Cora didn’t understand the need, but she kept her mouth shut. They finally had their first real talk that morning and she didn’t want to ruin what was building.

“Yes Cora?” Martha looked at her.

“You said last night, I could ask you for money.” Cora started

“I know what I said.” Martha interrupted.

Cora sighed. She truly loved her mother, but she was sometimes a bit too much. Since she moved to England it was more noticeable. “When I started teaching, you cut my allowance and made me very clear I should not count on your money anymore.”

“Things have changed. You have a decent job now and also, you found a man and have a baby. You are making something from your life now.”

Her mother’s words hurt her. Although she knew she had failed in her mother’s eyes. She didn’t understand why it was that important to her what she did. At least she was working, she had to admit, that this job at the university and the one at the National Gallery gave her more satisfaction. Look at her brother Harold. He was always in trouble, but her mother never said anything.

“Cora. Everything I do is to inspire you to do better. Come, where can we go and look for houses?”

“Now? Oh, Mama, I was hoping to go back home soon.”

“We can look online. You are right, you are still recovering. Where can we get a cab?”

“That is not necessary, from here it is just a 15-minute walk home.” Cora’s breasts were starting to hurt and she knew Patrick would wake up soon for his feeding. But she needed the walk, even though she knew her mother would not stop talking, it would help to clear her head and sort her mind.

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*Robert what time will you be home?* Cora texted Robert.

He called her back instead of texting. “I wanted to hear your voice. I am sorry, but I have to miss dinner tonight. Mama arranged a dinner meeting with a new client.”

Cora knew the moment he called there was something wrong. She sighed. “Your mother has the best timing.”

“Cora!” Robert sounded annoyed. “Are you saying my mother did this on purpose?”

Cora knew Violet had done this on purpose, she knew Martha was in London. But she kept her words in, it wasn’t helping to fight with Robert over this. “It doesn’t matter, I hope you will not be home very late?”

“I will do my best, can you give Patrick an extra cuddle from me? I miss him.”

Cora smiled. Robert loved his son so much. “I will do, see you tonight.”

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“Cora, it is late. I will go to bed.” Martha got up from the couch. Cora had made dinner and after they had retrieved in the living room.

Cora had hoped to see Robert back before 21.00 o’clock, but it was already 23.00, and still no sign of him. “I go up with you, it is almost time for Patrick’s feeding, he will come soon. I hope Robert is alright.”

“Oh he is, don’t you worry to much.” Martha kissed Cora on her cheek.

Cora followed her mother upstairs to her own bedroom, changed into her pyjamas and got under the covers. She picked up her book from the nightstand. She was reading Where The Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens. She wanted to stop thinking about what Violet could do to prevent Robert from being with her.

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Robert came home very late. He felt guilty for coming home at this hour. He smirked, home, yes this felt like home. Where ever Cora was, was his home. They should go looking for a place soon, but for now, this was his home. He put his coat on the coat rack and walked upstairs. His mother’s words still ringing in his ears.

He found Cora half upright against the head board, a book open in her lap, but she was asleep. He noticed the front of her shirt was wet. Quietly he walked over and kissed her forehead. Cora jumped up. “Oh I am sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, but this can’t be comfortable. Did Patrick not wake up for his feeding?” He pointed at her chest.

Cora covered her chest and her cheeks coloured. “I must have fallen asleep, I haven’t heard Patrick. How upset is he?”

Robert put his hands on her shoulders. “Calm down, darling. Patrick is asleep. I think this is his first night sleeping through the night. Do you want me to bring you the pump?” He looked at her chest again and figured her breasts must be hurting. She had mentioned that before.

When he came back up, Cora had just freshened herself up. Eagerly she took the pump from Robert. “Thank you, darling. Will you check on Patrick?”

Robert walked to his bedroom and found Patrick asleep. He stayed for a couple of minutes, just looking at this little wonder. His face was that of an angel he thought. Softly he brushed over his head and kissed him goodnight.

Back in the room, Cora had finished and was already tucked away under the duvet, he crawled in and scooted closer to Cora. “I am sorry for coming home at this hour.” He whispered in her ear.

Cora turned around and wrapped one arm over him. “As long as you don’t do this everyday.” She briefly kissed him and rested her head on his arm. “Sleep tight.”

Robert breathed out, he hadn’t realised he was holding his breath. He was scared of Cora’s reaction. Coming home late, and his mother were bothering him. Although his father had said, that it was time to make his own decisions, it was still hard. He had always listened to his mother and done what she ordered. He should talk with John about this. He didn’t like his mother’s plans, they were made up to break him and Cora up. Was it only her American blood that was bothering her?

He felt Cora’s hand brush over his upper arm and heard her soft voice. “Go to sleep now, stop worrying, whatever it is.”

#cora crawley #robert crawley #downton abbey #fanfiction #downton #cobert

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hopepaigeturner · 1 year

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🎄Giftmas Day 6: Subscription Service--Philoise

Modern AU set about three years after the events of Six Days and Six Poems. But you dont have to read them to understand anything here. (Check them out on AO3 username: xxHope_Paige_Turner_99xx)

El recieves a book subscription from Benophie and starts chatting to another recipetant--@PlantDaddy01.

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Christmas: Foreword

“What the?”

Eloise slipped open the envelope to find a little notecard.

Rare Birds Book Club: Welcome Aboard.

“It’s a book subscription service,” Sophie explained snuggled in Benedict’s arms. “Monthly, you get two anonymous blurbs to choose from, then it arrives all wrapped up to ensure it is a surprise!” Sophie’s eyes sparked, like when the pair talked about literature—particularly Sophie’s PHD. “They specialise in female authors—ofcourse—and there’s a whole community you can access.”

“We thought, with your big move, that it might be a nice reminder of home and a possibility for something new.” Benedict chimed in. “Until you find your feet and your favourite book café.”

“A new chapter,” Sophie added.

Eloise put on her best smile. She had always wished to fly the nest, but her heart still panged. No more would she be able to pop over to Benedict and Sophie’s for a late-night chat. She wouldn;t be able to pop down from Manchester for a comforting embrace and listening ear.

“Yeah…yeah.” She turned the postcard over, “I’ll give it a go."

1.Girl, Woman, Other by Bernadine Everisto

“I found the balance between the individual plots/styles and the overarching themes/structure of the novel to be a line well-toed. I feel it reflected the nature of race in Britain; at once so individualistic yet also overlapping.” PlantDaddy01.

“I agree with @PlantDaddy01. While I am not from a racial minority group, I liked how the book was intersectional, not just with race but class, gender and sexuality.” @E_classic-not-plastic_Bridgerton

“What do you mean by ‘intersectional’ @E_classic-not-plastic_Bridgerton ?"

“I’m referring to the idea of ‘intersectionality’. An idea that we need to look at issues through multiple lenses together—e.g. race AND gender—to fully understand the complexities of an issue. I can send you some articles if you want?” @E_classic-not-plastic_Bridgerton

“@E_classic-not-plastic_Bridgerton, that would be great. PM?”

2. Unwell Woman by Elinor Cleghorn

“Another great read! As a scientist myself, I found it very enlightening.” @PlantDaddy02.

PRIVATE MESSAGE:

El: A scientist?

Philip: What? I am a multi-faceted individual, a man who is “intersected by a variety of other determinations and ideologies”. Don’t judge a book by its cover, Eloise.

El: You read the essays I sent you?

Philip: Yes? Why wouldn’t I?

El: Oh, I usually overwhelm people with my opinions. Most of my family tune out or roll their eyes now. LOL 😂

Philip: Well those people are not worth your time—or are too narrow-minded to appreciate proper intellectual brilliance.

It had taken Eloise a while to respond after that.

3.Circe by Madeline Miller

Philip: I’m never looking at Greek legends the same way. Rick Riordan who?

El: I know it was so gripping! The description utterly entranced me, the romance, the heartbreak... Sorry that was a bit of an emotional spiel.

El: Also—Rick Riordan is still solid, thank you very much.

Philip: You like those too? After How to Train Your Dragon, that was my childhood book series. Going to be a bit controversial—Percy Jackson > Harry Potter. * goes and hides in his allotment*.

El: I TOTALLY AGREE!! I still hold the belief if stupid Universal hadn’t f—ed up the films then PJ would have been just as big as HP. FIGHT ME!

Philip: I think I know by now not to get in the ring with you—but always up to listen. Educate me El!

4.Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

Philip: Wasn’t there a movie adaptation about this? Have you seen it.

El: I heard. And not really. I don’t trust movie adaptations that much. PTSD from the PJ movies.

Philip: I understand the pain.

Philip: I’ve just look it up, T Swift did a song for it.

El: I’m always in two minds concerning TS. As a teen I really brought into the whole ‘she only writes about boyfriends’ crap. Gradually appreciating her music—especially Folklore.

Philip: Oh, Amanda loves her.

El: Is that a friend?

Philip: Sort of, not really.

Eloise decided not to look too closely at why relief flooded her system after that message.

Philip: Anyway, we could still see the movie.

Eloise’s heart stuttered.

El: Yeah, that might be nice. If it’s terrible we can throw popcorn at it.

Philip: I’d have to sort a couple things out, but you could come over to mine? Could only do Friday tho.

El: My roommates out this weekend so the flat is free. I have a sofa bed if you need to crash?

Eloise swore.

What the hell was she thinking?

Yes, she might have had a couple fantasies about Philip over the last months, (maybe more than a couple), but he didn’t need to know that.

However, a couple moments later a little star popped up in her notifications.

Philip: Sounds great. It’ll be nice to meet you in person. X

El put her hand over her mouth—even though there was no one to see her blooming beam.

5. Oh no! Unfortunately, your surprise got lost in the mail!

Philip: Hey El. I know after last week you might not want to see me again. I get it, trust me, I do: a 24-year-old single dad with 6 year old twins isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. My life is a mess, I’m an utter mess. I should have told you about Amanda and Oli, that’s on me, and I am so sorry. I totally understand if you want to go back to messages or break contact.

But I really, really like you, Eloise. You’re smart, witty, intelligent, funny and gosh, just beautiful in every way. When I talk to you, for those moments, I feel like me. The real me. Not the reposnible dad, not the researcher, not the guy-with-the-kids. I can just be. I love it, I love us…whatever we are. I loved our night last week and I meant every word that I whispered to you under those covers and the ones I said when we woke up.

But I will respect your decision, Eloise. I will, whatever you decide. I don’t care if you want to return to being friends or pen pals…I just need my life to have you in it.

6. Diving into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich

Eloise tucked her book under her arm and rang the doorbell. She bounced on her toes outside the ground-floor flat and tried not to fiddle with her scrappy bun.

She hadn’t dressed up--hadn’t even applied makeup—on the virtuous idea of vulnerability. She had wanted to be Eloise, just Eloise—brash, coarse and raw. After all, Phillip was literally opening her heart up to her due to the invitation.

However, a ride on the bus had slowly eroded that conviction. She tried to inspect her features in the faint reflection of the window. No use.

The door swung open and Eloise’s heart fluttered.

Theo's smile transformed his face.

“Hi." He pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose.

“Hi.” Eloise did a little wave. “It’s good to see you.” Philip startled slightly and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah—sorry,” he leant forward and kissed her cheek, “I just… his eyes slid over her body. “I am a very lucky man.”

“So am I,” Eloise replied with a blush, “a lucky woman that is—not man. Obviously.”

Philip chuckled and went to reply when—

“OLIVER! THAT’S MY CAR! GIVE IT BACK!”

Philip winced.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked.

“A wise man once told me to ‘never judge a book by its cover’.” Eloise replied, stepping up and entwining her fingers in his own.

“He sounds like an interesting guy.”

“The best,” she said, allowing him to lead her inside to start the next chapter of their story.

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Post Christmas I might add to this, (so it's not just text messages) to add to the Six Moments series.

I used Phillip in this one even though I am more drawn to Theo (in the show, especially in comparison to bookPhilip). Although I have my own feelings about who showEloise's love interest should be.

#12 days of giftmas #bridgerton #philoise #book club #online love #long distance romance #honourable mention:Benophie #writing challenge

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fairyysoup · 2 years

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i was tagged by so many mutuals @morvantmortuary @bigtiddythanos @spookyspiderboiii and @edencherries to do this fun little ditty so here we go!

last song: money on that by isaac dunbar. I want everyone to understand that i NEED isaac dunbar to open for harry styles on tour it. would be a cultural reset

last movie: this is spinal tap. don't fucking look at me

currently watching: derry girls on netflix. it is genuinely the funniest show ever and i love to throw it on in the background while i'm writing

currently reading: scandal in spring by lisa kleypas and where the crawdads sing by delia owens. to be more specific i started where the crawdads sing and then decided i needed to read more smut so here we are

current obsession: do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior eddie munson no actually when i'm not completely consumed by thoughts of whatever joseph quinn character is the blorbo du jour, i'm obsessively cooking something out of Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking so. I may in fact be able to cook that ridiculous order of his off of James Acaster's podcast if I set my mind to it

no pressure tagging @maximoffwxnda @creme-bruhlee @mypoisonedvine @runawaywerewolf and anyone else who feels like doing it!! godspeed xx

#tag game #tagged

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readitreviewit · 6 months

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If you're a fan of southern coming-of-age stories, then Donna Everhart's The Moonshiner's Daughter will surely leave you feeling contented. This beautiful novel is a page-turner filled with grit and authenticity, and it transports readers to North Carolina in the 1960s. The main character Jessie Sassers is a compelling young woman with a fierce determination to escape her family's past. For generations, her family has been making moonshine in the Brushy Mountains of Wilkes County, North Carolina. But Jessie wants no part in it. Moonshine is the reason her mother died years ago, and Jessie blames it for all of her family's problems. But Jessie's father won't talk about her mother, or about the day she died. This lack of answers drives Jessie crazy, and she turns to self-destructive behaviors to cope with her emotions. Her school nurse describes it as a "monster" inside her that she can't control. Jessie resents the fact that her father insists moonshining runs in her veins, and she wants to destroy the stills. Her plan is to use their neighbors as scapegoats, but it all goes wrong when her scheme escalates an old rivalry and reveals long-held grudges. As she tries to right old wrongs and new ones, Jessie's loyalties will bring her to unexpected revelations about her family, her strengths, and a legacy that may provide her with all the answers she has been searching for. Donna Everhart's expert storytelling is both sensitive and touching. She captures the essence of the southern lifestyle effortlessly, and readers will feel transported back to the 1960s. Everhart's characters are expertly crafted, and readers will soon be rooting for Jessie to find the answers she needs to put her past behind her. The Moonshiner's Daughter is a story about love, loss, and the search for truth. It explores the complexities of family dynamics and how the past can shape who we are as people. This is a book that will both entertain and educate readers about southern culture and the struggles of growing up in a family that is weighed down by secrets. If you enjoyed reading Delia Owens' Where the Crawdads Sing, then The Moonshiner's Daughter is a book you won't want to miss. It's a page-turner with a charming and feisty protagonist, and readers will be captivated by Jessie's story from beginning to end. Overall, I highly recommend The Moonshiner's Daughter to anyone who loves a good southern coming-of-age story. Donna Everhart has written a masterpiece that is both heartwarming and gut-wrenching. This book is a must-read for anyone who wants to delve into the complexities of family relationships and the lengths people will go to uncover the truth. Don't miss out on the transformative insights waiting for you in this book! Click now to order your copy or sign up for a FREE 30-day trial of Audible and listen on-the-go. Your next level of success is just a click away! Price: [price_with_discount] (as of [price_update_date] - Details)

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haroldgross · 1 year

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New Post has been published on Harold Gross: The 5a.m. Critic

New Post has been published on http://literaryends.com/hgblog/where-the-crawdads-sing/

Where the Crawdads Sing

[3 stars]

This is one of those opportunities to talk about adaptations that is both interesting and necessary.

If you’ve read Delia Owens’ novel, which a good percentage of people have, you’re going to have a different experience than someone who has no familiarity or investment in the story as portrayed in the movie. But, that’s OK. From all accounts, like most adaptations, the book is richer and better. Books usually are as they have more space and more direct insight into the characters than the media of film can provide. Film, by its nature, presents an interpretation (writer, director, and actor) that the viewer must again reinterpret as to the meaning. Books, for the most part, tell you exactly what they want you to know and feel.

Olivia Newman directs this adaptation by Lucy Alibar (Beasts of the Southern Wild) with care and love. Perhaps a bit too much. The story peels away a lot of detail to leave us with the intended plot, essentially To Kill a Mockingbird, but slightly refocused to be a young love story. Sort of. Daisy Edgar-Jones (War of the Worlds) is the central character and through whom we get most of the information. She is compelling, but a little distant, which is fair given the story. She explains, but doesn’t really let anyone in.

There are a lot of supporting characters, including David Strathairn (Nightmare Alley), Michael Hyatt, Taylor John Smith (Shadow in the Cloud), and Garret Dillahunt (Widows), who bring life to the world of Edgar-Jones. But she is a singular character.

There is a lot to appreciate in this movie. It is beautifully filmed. It is well acted. Honestly, absent the book, the story as it is presented is quite good. I even like that Kya is a little stronger in some ways in this presentation. However, there are one or two issues with the plot that just don’t work, and which broke credibility for me, but it was otherwise well structured. When you want a contemplative but still tense drama, this one will definitely do.

#3stars #adaptation #datenight #Early film #Historical #Mystery #Romance #SeeIt #Movie Review

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benmarslovechild · 2 years

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taylor swift: takes a long ass break from us

also taylor swift: releases snippet of carolina for crawdads

chloe gong: TAYLOR MY TURN NOW PLEASE

tvd & taylor fans: YAYAYYY

#are we going to talk about delia owens #separate the art from the artist #…#sometimes #but killin people so they don’t kill elephants???#taylor swift #taylornation #chloe gong #these violent delights #our violent ends #foul lady fourtune

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oswincoleman · 3 years

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Jenna Coleman's interview for The Laterals

Several months ago, Jenna was interviewed for The Laterals magazine, and I saw the interview for the first time today. Below, I will summarize some of the main points that she has not talked about before:

About what she has been up to recently:

I actually came out to the countryside [The Cotswolds] a few months ago. I’m surrounded by nature, which is an absolute blessing. I mean, I don’t know how you found it; how to not make each day feel like a Groundhog Day, when all of time melts into one during a strange lockdown. I’ve been forcing myself to go out for really long walks, just to try and formulate some form of structure in a day. Also, just holed up at home, doing lots of reading and "lockdown-ness".

Where I am in particular, it was like full-on Winter Wonderland, which was beautiful. But also, I went and drove over a massive rock, and burst my tire! It got me thinking that I need to get more practical with countryside living, you know, change the tire, get better at making fires, and a bit more DIY.

She was asked what she read recently:

I've been reading a real mixed bag of stuff. I actually just finished Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens, and I've been mixing that up with Carl Jung, and looking at psychology, which is something that I've never picked up before.

Wow, that sounds heavy!

Yeah, it is quite heavy (laughs), which is why you definitely need to mix it up.

About working with Tahar Rahim, she said:

It was really easy with Tahar, mainly because he’s an incredible actor. Our instincts and our way of working were Very similar. It was a real ease into the relationship, because there was instantly a great deal of trust, and with that trust comes the kind of safety to really explore—I suppose, it is the best feeling you could ever feel as an actor. That's what I loved about working with Tahar, there was this incredibly exciting feeling of experimentation. He would always go, “give me one for free,” and what he'd do on the one for free would completely surprise you, playing the entire scene differently. It was simple with Tahar, and it was pretty inspiring every day.

What she did to lighten the mood between takes:

Bangkok kind of does that for you. I feel like Bangkok is the other huge character in the series. There was something about theenergy and the freneticism of the city: the heat, and the smell, and the textures of the city... | think it helped us create the world of the hedonistic environment, and the feeling of freedom in the 1970s. Like, the market scenes weren't set up; we just arrived one day and did our shoot—it’s the real life world around us, which I felt really imbued this series with that energy. So, yeah, anything dark, we weren't able to stew in it for too long, because the city is so alive; there are distractions as soon as you cut.

About what method she uses to choose her roles, which are all so very different from one another:

Well, I wouldn't even say that there's a particular method. Sometimes, it's about which script lands on your desk at which time. I'm very instinctive from the page - it takes so much commitment every time. You have to really find those strong instincts when it comes to finding the right next thing. However, it's hard to be brave as well, in terms of the decision-making, because often, it means you have to turn things down to wait for the right thing, which is scary.

That being said, repetition is uninteresting to me, and playing someone close to myself, I don't enjoy so much either. Like, I didn't want to go near a green screen for a while after Doctor Who. Then, I did Victoria three weeks after I left, and I've never really allowed myself to explore other characters and stories. Not to mention, after The Cry, I didn't want to touch another psychological thriller, and I was getting so many of those parts. So, there was a definite craving for me to have different experiences. I feel that so much of the beauty and the challenge come from trying to understand someone else's psychology; trying to inhabit someone that you don't understand from the outset, or feels far away from you - that's always a real draw in for me.

How playing a real-life character differs from playing a fictional one:

About what differs between her preparation to play real-life characters, and fictional ones:

If you're working from a book or an adaptation, you have to build your own life around all those tiny details. With Marie-Andrée and Queen Victoria, I've almost been able to get to know them like companions, I seem to have been playing characters with diaries, which are such amazing research to dig into, just to read their own handwritten words. When I was younger, I loved history so much. For Victoria, when I walk around Kensington Palace, you can imagine Queen Victoria running down the steps in her shoes. You can stand at the moment, where she locked eyes with Albert, and saw him for the first time ever. You can exist in that space. Then being in Bangkok for The Serpent, and trying on wigs for Marie-Andrée, or when you're on the run with [Charles] in the car … I do love playing real people; I mean, I'd be terrified to play a real person if they were still alive (laughs). But I love delving into the research, and recreating something that really happened. There’s something about your imagination really coming to life; it just feels really exciting somehow.

When asked if she has gotten tired of being recognized as Clara Oswald, more than 5 years after she left the show, she said:

Yeah, I know! It’s gone really quick (laughs). But I’m really proud of Doctor Who. I feel like I’ve joined a family, and that never does go away.

And about appearing in the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who she said:

Yeah, I feel like I came into it at the right time: getting into it with [the late] John Hurt and David [Tennant] in that episode, but also, Matt Smith and Peter Capaldi. It was a playground, where you were able to live in your imagination, with the whimsical big adventure storytelling. I was just talking about it recently, how you take for granted that it’s really normal every day to arrive and film in a spaceship one day, and then in a castle the next, and then you're in the 1920s another day, or in the Victorian era—how quick and fast things change in every episode. There are not many jobs that give you those opportunities. So yeah, it was a really special time, and I'll always have very fond memories of it in my heart.

She was also asked what she enjoyed most about working with Matt Smith and Peter Capaldi, and what her main takeaways were from working with them:

Matt, I have always said, was like working with a tornado, whereas Peter's Doctor very much came into the room. They were both completely different Doctors, but watching how they work with such spontaneity, it was a real privilege every day, being in a rehearsal room with them, and seeing them turn the dialogues in their heads. They have to be so mercurial as The Doctor. Often the dialogue, the way the rhythms are structured, and it's all so kind of bonkers, it's almost like being in the theatre.

It was mainly just them making fun of me like a little sister (laughs). For Matt-this is something that's similar with Tahar as well, he taught me to freefall in every scene. How to throw everything you've prepped before on-set, and just be there and be present, and allow yourself to freefall. I wasn't so used to it at that point [with Matt], but when you do get to that point, it's the most exhilarating part of the job. That was what I often had with Tahar in The Serpent; just being alive. At the same time, when you treat every take like it's the beginning of something that you don't know what happens next, there's that little bit of fear as well. That’s something that Peter taught me a lot: because you don’t know what’s going to happen next, it keeps you present and in the moment.

And finally, Jenna was asked what period of time she has her eyes set on appearing in next, after having already covered so many. Remember that this interview was from early this year, before the announcement of her casting in Klokkenluider, The War Rooms, and The Sandman. She didn't want to talk about any of them yet, so went back to her standard answer:

Um, I don’t know. I want escapism right now, something mythical or imaginary. I’ve never really done that, actually. Something like a mythology series or—where else do I want to be? I think, Cleopatra, the Roman times, somewhere like that.

Please, can someone make a show about Cleopatra, and cast Jenna in the role?

#jenna coleman #jenna louise coleman #the laterals #interview #photoshoot #the serpent #netflix #doctor who #the cry #cleopatra

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dykevillanelle · 3 years

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{ yearly booklist: 2020 }

books read: 107 pages read: 30,689

top 5: 1 (best). the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home (joseph fink & jeffrey cranor) 2. the faggots and their friends between revolutions (larry mitchell & ned asta) 3. a little life (hanya yanagihara) 4. the summer we got free (mia mckenzie) 5. there there (tommy orange)

bottom 5: 5. pleasure activism (ed. adrienne maree brown) 4. the immortalists (chloe benjamin) 3. where the crawdads sing (delia owens) 2. the difference between you and me (madeleine george) 1 (worst). sugar land (tammy lynne stoner)

full list under the cut [in order read, *starred* are recommended]:

*bluets (maggie nelson)* pleasure activism (ed. adrienne maree brown) as lie is to grin (simeon marsalis) *the mythic dream (ed. dominic parisien & navah wolfe)* what is the what (dave eggers) *if beale street could talk (james baldwin)* *the stonewall reader (ed. new york public library)* *the water dancer (ta-nehisi coates)* *no name in the street (james baldwin)* honeysuckle (robin gow) where the crawdads sing (delia owens) a tale for the time being (ruth ozeki) *going to meet the man (james baldwin)* *dangerous families (mattilda bernstein sycamore)* *junk (tommy pico)* call down the hawk (maggie stiefvater) answered prayers (truman capote) veils, nudity, and tattoos: the new feminine aesthetics (thorston botz-bernstein) *jacob's room (virginia woolf)* *sag harbor (colson whitehead)* so many ways to sleep badly (mattilda bernstein sycamore) the red parts: autobiography of a trial (maggie nelson) *the cancer journals (audre lorde)* the truth (terry pratchett) sweets: a history of candy *a little life (hanya yanagihara)* *tomboy survivial guide (ivan coyote)* *feed (tommy pico)* *red, white & royal blue (casey mcquiston)* *are prisons obsolete? (angela y. davis)* girl walking backwards (bett williams) the end of san francisco (mattilda bernstein sycamore) guapa (saleem haddad) *tell me how long the train's been gone (james baldwin)* pulling taffy (mattilda bernstein sycamore) love & lies: marisol's story (ellen wittlinger) the difference between you and me (madeleine george) *the body keeps the score (bessel van der kolk)* nimona (noelle stevenson) *priestdaddy (patricia lockwood)* *why are faggots so afraid of faggots?: flaming challenges to masculinity, objectification, and the desire to conform (ed. mattilda bernstein sycamore)* the city we became (n.k. jemisin) over the top (jonathan van ness) huntress (malinda lo) patience & sarah (isabel miller) *the art of cruelty (maggie nelson)* tricks and treats: sex workers write about their clients (ed. mattilda bernstein sycamore) *the end of imagination (arundhati roy)* the evidence of things not seen (james baldwin) *on earth we're briefly gorgeous (ocean vuong)* *dark days (james baldwin)* trail of broken wings (sejal badani) the lady's guide to petticoats and piracy (mackenzi lee) peculiar institution: america's death penalty in an age of abolition (david garland) *alice isn't dead (joseph fink)* three parts dead (max gladstone) when brooklyn was queer (hugh ryan) *the faggots and their friends between revolutions (larry mitchell & ned asta)* the immortalists (chloe benjamin) *semi queer: inside the world of gay, trans, and black truck drivers (anne balay)* three guineas (virginia woolf) *the glass hotel (emily st. john mandel)* the girl who lived twice (david lagercrantz) *chokehold: policing black men (paul butler)* codename villanelle (luke jennings) no tomorrow (luke jennings) die for me (luke jennings) *just above my head (james baldwin)* *sketchtasy (mattilda bernstein sycamore)* *angry white men: american masculinity at the end of an era (michael kimmel)* *how to be an anti-racist (ibram x. kendi)* white fragility: why it's so hard for white people to talk about racism (robin diangelo) *there there (tommy orange)* *toward an intellectual history of black women (ed. mia bay et. al.)* jonah's gourd vine (zora neale hurston) *the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home (joseph fink & jeffrey cranor) animal dreams (barbara kingsolver) *the adventure zone: petals to the metal (clint mcelroy, carey pietsch, griffin mcelroy, justin mcelroy, travis mcelroy)* *from black power to hip hop: racism, nationalism, and feminism (patricia hill collins)* sugar land (tammy lynne stoner) *nature poem (tommy pico)* *prisoners of politics: breaking the cycle of mass incarceration (rachel elise barkow)* *all the bad apples (moïra fowley-doyle)* body horror: capitalism, fear, misogyny, jokes (anne elizabeth moore) *the summer we got free (mia mckenzie)* john henry days (colson whitehead) the memory of blood (christopher fowler) the last smile in sunder city (luke arnold) *the death of vivek oji (akwaeke emezi)* *dust tracks on a road (zora neale hurston)* *an unkindness of ghosts (rivers solomon)* *thick: and other essays (tressie mcmillan cottom)* first test (tamora pierce) the noble hustle: poker, beef jerky, and death (colson whitehead) page (tamora pierce) *patron saints of nothing (randy ribay)* squire (tamora pierce) *this is how it always is (laurie frankel)* hidden (helen frost) jimmy's blues and other poems (james baldwin) 96 words for love (rachel roy & ava dash) *the colossus of new york (colson whitehead)* *heavy (kiese laymon)* *tell my horse: voodoo and life in haiti and jamaica (zora neale hurston)* lady knight (tamora pierce) *nobody knows my name (james baldwin)* *apex hides the hurt (colson whitehead)*

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taleasnewastime · 4 years

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And me

Hoseok x reader genre: fluff word count: 2.4k

a/n: And another one! Two stories in one evening!! Don’t expect this all the time, the heat has just gone to my head and I’m going crazy (there’s currently a “heatwave” in the UK). This one is your classic café love story. Enjoy!!

“How much did you say I needed to pay, dear?” Mrs Carlton asked, squinting down at the coins in her hand.

“Four pounds, please.”

Mrs Carlton continues to quint at the coins before extending her hand towards you. “Do I have that here, dear?” She asks. “I’ve left my glasses at home and can’t make out anything”

Looking down at the coins you riffle through them finding the correct change. “Four pounds, exactly,” you take the coins off her and put them in the till. “Now you go sit down and I’ll bring the cake and tea over to you.”

“Thanks, love.” She smiles at you before tottering off to her favourite window seat.

“I’ll take them over to her if you’d like.”

You jump at the deep voice, not realising anyone else was waiting. Looking up you see a man looking at you with a wide smile of his face. You have to compose yourself slightly at his jaw-dropping attractiveness. Men like this never frequent the tea shop, it being flowery and pink, it wasn’t most men’s style.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” you manage to say. Silence ensues with the man continuing to stare at you. After a couple of seconds, you remember the offer he had just made, face growing hot you manage to speak. “Oh, urm, don’t worry I’ll take it over. I’ll be back to take your order in a second.” Picking up the cake and pot of tea you almost run off to Mrs Carlton's table.

You shake slightly laying it on the table in front of her and take a few deep breaths to compose yourself as you head back to the till. The man remains standing, still smiling, where you left him.

“I’m sorry about that, she’s a regular customer and not the most confident on her feet so I always feel better taking the order over to her.” You blush again realising he probably doesn’t care about Mrs Carlton and just wants to get his coffee and leave. “Sorry. What can I get you?”

He chuckles slightly before talking. “Don’t worry about it, I’m in no rush and it’s nice to see someone care so much.” The heat continues to flood to your cheeks. “I’ll have a coffee and a piece of that lemon drizzle cake, please.”

“Is that to go?”

He looks around the room. There are only a few other people in the café and they are all engrossed in their own worlds.

“I’ll sit in, please.”

“Great. That will be four pound fifty please,” he hands over the exact amount you requested. “I’ll bring it over to your table if you want.”

“Do I not look steady on my feet?” He mocks.

“I wouldn’t want you dropping coffee all over the floor I’ve just cleaned,” you try to counter.

“I’ll leave it in your trusted hands then, thanks.” He smiles as he heads to an empty table, away from most of the people, in the corner.

Once the coffee is made and a slice of cake is on a plate, you head towards the man in the corner. As you near him you notice him studying a notebook that’s lay out in front of him. You can make out words scribbles across the page and see his foot tapping under the table.

Once you’re close enough you place what’s in your hands on the table.

“Here you go.”

He jumps slightly, too engrossed in what he was doing, face still scrunched up in concentration. But that soon vanishes when he looks up at you, the smile from earlier taking over once again.

“Thank you,” he says, closing the notebook when he notices you glace at it.

“Just call me if you want anything else.” You feel embarrassed he caught you looking, and not wanting to invade his privacy you make a hasty retreat behind the till.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t ask for anything else and instead spends his time in the café scribbling more words in his book, occasionally taking a bite of cake or sip of coffee. Throughout his time there you can’t help but sneak glances at him. You truly had never seen anyone so beautiful and you wanted to make sure you took in as much as him as you could before he disappeared from your life forever. This happened just over an hour after he arrived. Whilst putting away some things under the counter you heard someone approach the till above you and jumped up immediately.

“You are very attentive aren’t you.”

“Just doing my job,” you say.

“Well I just wanted to bring these over,” he motions at the now empty cup and plate. “And I just wanted to say how amazing the cake was. Where do you get them from?”

“They’re all hand baked here in the mornings.”

“What, you bake them?” He asks and you nod in reply. “I’ve got to say it was one of the best lemon drizzle cakes I have ever had.”

“Just one of? Not the best?” You mock. “What needs improving to get it to the top of the list?”

“Hard to say, maybe a bit more lemon, maybe a bit more syrup. I think I would have to have another slice to be sure.”

At that you turn to the counter to get another slice for him.

“Oh no I was joking. I don’t think I could manage another slice.”

“I was just packing you a slice for the road. I’m really going to need your expert opinion if I want to get it perfect.” You talk as you take a slice of cake and put it in a take away box. As you hand it over to the stranger, he takes out his wallet to pay you. “Oh no, it’s on the house.”

“I want to pay though.”

“Well, I refuse. Honestly, please just take it, I’m just happy you enjoyed it so much,” you could see he was still debating what to do. “And anyway, there's not much time left till we close and there's so much left I’ll just have to chuck it away. Can’t serve any of it tomorrow. So, in a way you’ll be doing me a favour if you just take it.”

“Well if you put it like that,” the smile returns to his face. “Thank you so much. I will definitely enjoy eating it tonight.”

And just like that he heads to the door and is gone, out of your life forever.

Or so you thought, for the next day after lunchtime comes the familiar ding of the cafe's door. Looking up from the book resting on the counter top you see it’s the stranger from the day before and you can’t help but smile.

“Hi, what you reading?” He nods to the book.

“Where the Crawdads Sing, by Delia Owens?” It ends up coming out almost as a question.

“Any good?”

“Yeah, I’m really enjoying it, do you read much?”

“I dabble,” his smile grows wider, if that’s possible.

“Well when you next choose to dabble feel free to borrow a book,” you motion to the small pile of books in the corner that you had started in an attempt at a library. Library may be too big a word, but you did love the thought of people coming in for a coffee and taking a book, reading by the window. So far, not many people had taken advantage of your ‘library’.

“I will,” he replies.

“Anyway, what can I get you today?”

“Just a coffee to go please.”

You can’t help the disappointment wash over you but quickly mask it by saying, “What no cake today?”

He chuckles, rubbing his stomach, “Got to watch my weight, the two slices yesterday were probably my weekly allowance.”

“Just coffee it is,” you say.

As you make the coffee to fill the silence you ask, “So what were your thoughts on the cake? Any tips?”

Once the coffee is made you hold it out for him to take. He places some money down on the counter before taking the cup.

“Like I suspected, just needs a tad more syrup and then it will be perfect.”

“Noted, more syrup.”

“Next time I hope it’s perfect then. Thanks for the coffee.” He replies before turning and heading for the door.

You don’t even get a chance to reply before he is out the door. Looking down at the money on the table you realise he has also left way too much money for just a coffee. Cursing you put the money in the till and go back to reading your book.

After lunchtime the next day you start to think the stranger wasn’t going to show up that day. Just as you come to terms with this fact the door dings and in he walks. Today he is not alone and instead another, slightly shorter, man stands beside him. They share a short conversation and the shorter man slinks off to the corner table, while the stranger walks towards you.

“Not alone today?”

“Very observant of you,” your face heats slightly at his words.

“And is today a cake or no cake today?” You attempt to compose yourself.

“Well I promised my friend over there that I would bring him to have the best lemon drizzle cake he will ever taste, so I can’t disappoint him,” the familiar smile returns to his face.

“Good job I’ve taken your advice and added more syrup then. Hopefully today's slice will take it to the top of your list.” He chuckles and mumbles a, “We’ll have to see.”

“Two slice of lemon cake and two coffees then?” He nods his head in the form of an answer. “I’ll bring it over when it’s ready.”

When it’s all ready you take it over to them placing it on their table and mutter out an “enjoy”. Quickly taking refuge behind the counter you busy yourself with some small tasks.

You had just placed out some fresh cupcakes on the counter when the door dings. Looking up you see three high school girls walk in: Hannah, Clare and Beth. They were regular customers to the café at this time, coming in after school.

“Hi Y/N, can we get a pot of tea and three cupcakes please,” Beth asks.

“Of course,” you reply.

Turning to start pouring the boiling water into the tea pot you are interrupted by Hannah releasing the largest shriek you have ever heard.

“OH MY GOD!!! IT’S SUGA AND J-HOPE!!!”

Luckily you hadn’t gotten far with pouring the boiling water or else you would have possibly poured it all over yourself. Turning yourself back to face the shop you realise it’s the handsome stranger and his friend that are causing the commotion. The two boys are sheepishly sat in the corner watching as the girls start to advance towards them, one taking her phone out snapping pictures.

As you continue to watch it suddenly dawns on you who the handsome stranger is. How could you not have seen it before? He and his bandmates faces are plastered basically everywhere around town. You probably walk past an image of him on your way to work every day. Your face heats up, you don’t think anyway had ever made you as hot and bothered as this man had in just three days. To try and compose yourself you attempt to finish off the girl's order.

The boys on the other hand are great. They take a few photos with the girls, sign one of their school books, talk to them about something you can’t make out and just generally put up with their ramblings.

Eventually, the girls calm down enough to head off to a table away from the boys. You head over to their table with their pot of tea and cupcakes before retreating to the safety of your counter.

It comes as no surprise when you see the boys starting to pack up, their coffees and cake long forgotten. Before leaving however Hoseok heads to you. You can hardly look him in the eyes as he stands in front of you, choosing a spot on the counter instead.

“So that scene over there may have just sacrificed me my favourite café.”

“I’m sorry about that,” you mumble.

“You have nothing to apologise for. In fact, I came to apologise,” at this you look up at him, shocked. “I was the one that caused the scene, not you.”

“Maybe I should be thanking you,” this time it’s him that wears the shocked expression. “The J-Hope and Suga did just come into my café for coffee and cake. Business is going to be booming.”

At this a loud laugh escapes his mouth and you can’t help the smile that comes to your face.

“I realise I never properly introduced myself. Hoseok.” He extends his hand which you take, shaking.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N.”

“I’m not sure I can say the same back, you did just cause a massive scene in my café,” you mock.

“About that, I guess I won’t be able to come here as often now. But I was going to ask for your number anyway, so I guess now there's even more reason to?” Your heart beat stops then immediately picks up speed at his words.

“Oh,” is all you manage to say.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Sure,” you grab a napkin and pen and write down your number for him to take.

“You do realise I’ll be begging you for lemon drizzle cake all the time now.”

“With my soon to be booming café I’m not sure when I’ll be able to deliver you any. But for you I’m sure I can squeeze something in.”

“What an honour,” Hoseok looks over his shoulder to see Yoongi standing by the door, he would have loved to carry on talking to you all night if he could but knew he should leave before anyone else turned up looking for them. “I’ll text you,” he says, walking towards the door waving the napkin in his hand.

“I look forward to it,” you reply watching him leave, this time feeling sure you will see him again.

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loveisbraveandwild · 4 years

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2020 reads

conversations with friends, sally rooney (¼)

dear edward, ann napolitano (1/24)

the possible world, liese o’halloran schwarz (2/12)

inside the battle of algiers, zohra drif (2/18)

rage becomes her: the power of women’s anger, soraya chemaly (2/24)

finding time: the economic of work-life conflict, heather boushey (3/2)

the other america: poverty in the united states, michael harrington (3/30)

guest house for young widows: among the women of isis, azadeh moaveni (4/8)

odyssey to the north, mario bencastro (4/12)

when they call you a terrorist: a black lives matter memoir, patrisse khan-cullers and asha bandele (4/16)*

the perks of being a wallflower, stephen chbosky (4/17)*

what doesn’t kill you makes you blacker, damon young (4/20)

the great gatsby, f. scott fitzgerald (4/21)*

my sister, the serial killer, oyinkan braithwaite (4/24)

i’m fine… and other lies, whitney cummings (4/25)

promise me, dad, joe biden (4/27)

i will always write back: how one letter changed two lives, caitlin alifirenka and martin ganda (4/29)

the opposite of loneliness, marina keegan (4/30)*

the giver, lois lowry (5/9)

little weirds, jenny slate (5/10)

all the bright places, jennifer niven (5/12)

little fires everywhere, celeste ng (5/14)

the cure for lonely, jessica thummel (5/16)

why i’m no longer talking to white people about race, reni eddo-lodge (5/19)

me, earl, and the dying girl, jesse andrews (5/23)

red, white, and royal blue, casey mcquiston (5/27)

on the come up, angie thomas (6/13)

the color purple, alice walker (6/16)

true grit, charles portis (6/18)*

speak, laurie halse anderson (6/18)

eleanor oliphant is completely fine, gail honeyman (6/24)

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, taylor jenkins reid (6/29)

untamed, glennon doyle (7/1)

heartstopper, alice oseman (7/2)

know my name, chanel miller (7/5)

the beautiful things that heaven bears, dinaw mengestu (7/7)

the year of magical thinking, joan didion (7/8)

the hunger games, suzanne collins (7/11)*

catch and kill: lies, spies, and a conspiracy to protect predators, ronan farrow (7/13)

periods gone public: taking a stand for menstrual equity, jennifer weiss-wolf (7/15)

catching fire, suzanne collins (7/18)

mockingjay, suzanne collins (7/20)

lord of the flies, william golding (7/25)

the vanishing half, brit bennet (7/26)

just mercy: a story of justice and redemption, bryan stevenson (7/28)

simon snow book 2: wayward song, rainbow rowell (8/15)

where the crawdads sing, delia owens (9/1)

circe, madeline miller (9/5)

sharp objects, gillian flynn (9/7)

such a fun age, kiley reid (9/10)

daisy jones and the six, taylor jenkins reid (9/11)

conviction, denise mina (9/16)

this is how you lose her, junot díaz (9/17)

how to behave in a crowd, camille bordas (9/29)

white fragility: why it’s so hard for white people to talk about racism, robin diangelo (9/30)

the ballad of songbirds and snakes, suzanne collins (10/4)

harry potter and the sorcerer’s stone, j. k. rowling (10/6) *

someone we know, shari lapena (10/7)

where’d you go, bernadette, maria semple (10/8)

beach read, emily henry (10/10)

all adults here, emma straub (10/13)

one true loves, taylor jenkins reid (10/15)

maybe in another life, taylor jenkins reid (10/19)

i wish you all the best, mason deaver (10/20)

furia, yamile saied méndez (10/22)

after i do, taylor jenkins reid (10/23)

don’t look back, karin fossum (10/24)

charlotte’s web, e.b. white (11/2)*

room, emma donoghue (11/4)

wit’s end, karen joy fowler (11/5)

the midnight library, matt haig (11/5)

forever, interrupted, taylor jenkins reid (11/6)

mary poppins, p.l. travers (11/7)*

a plague of prisons: the epidemiology of mass incarceration in america, ernest drucker (11/10)

the last story of mina lee, nancy jooyoun kim (11/13)

ask again, yes, mary beth keane (12/3)

the girls, emma cline (12/9)

the importance of music to girls, lavinia greenlaw (12/13)

the guest list, lucy foley (12/15)

harry potter and the chamber of secrets, j.k. rowling (12/15)*

matilda, roald dahl (12/17)*

harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban, j.k. rowling (12/17)*

homegoing, yaa gyasi (12/18)

play it as it lays, joan didion (12/19)

the thing around your neck, chimamanda ngozi adichie (12/20)

the time traveler’s wife, audrey niffeneggar (12/23)*

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bookiesandcream · 2 years

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Previous Book Selections

07/12/22: More Than You’ll Ever Know by Katie Gutierrez

06/24/22: The Rose Code by Kate McQuinn

05/19/22: The Lobotomist Wife by Samantha Greene Woodruff

04/21/22: No One is Talking About This by Patricia Lockwood

03/17/22: Hood Feminism by Mikki Kendall

02/10/22: Beartown by Frederik Backman

01/07/22: The Last Thing He Told Me by Laura Dave

11/28/21: One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

10/24/21: The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

09/19/21: Why Fish Don’t Exist by Lulu Miller

08/06/21: The Bookish Life of Nina Hill

07/12/21: The Vanishing Half

06/17/21: The President’s Daughter by Patterson and Clinton

05/21/21: Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

04/23/21: The Sanatorium by Sarah Pearse

03/23/21: The Authenticity Project by Clare Poole

02/19/21: American Dirt by Jeanine Cummins

01/22/21: City of Girls

12/18/20: The Newcomers by Helen Thorpe

11/13/20: Such a Fun Age by Leanne Treese

10/02/20: Untamed by Glennon Doyle

08/27/20: Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, HER Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed by Lori Gottlieb

07/24/20: White Fragility by Robin DiAngelo

06/15/20: Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan

05/18/20: Red, White, Royal Blue by Casey McQuistion

04/20/20: Wind, Sand and Stars by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

03/23/20: The Last Black Unicorn by Tiffany Hadish

02/24/20: Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman

01/23/20The Giver of Stars by Jojo Moyes

12/2019: L.A.M.B: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhoold Pal

11/2019: Educated by Tara Westover

9/30/19: Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid

08/05/19: The Moment of Lift by Melinda Gates

07/10/19: Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

06/12/19: Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End

05/16/19: Hillbilly Elegy by JD Vance

04/17/19: Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng

3/18/19: Bad Blood by John Carreyrou

02/04/19: Good Luck with That by Kristan Higgins

12/2019: The Power by Naomi Alderman

11/2019: The President is Missing by Bill Clinton and James Patterson

10/08/18: The Night Circus by Erin Morgensterm

08/21/18: Turtles All The Way Down by John Green

07/10/18: Codename Villanelle by Luke Jennings

06/04/18: This Is How it Always Is by Laurie Frankel

05/07/18: The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck by Mark Manson

03/19/18: My Brilliant Friend by Elena Ferrante

01/28/18: Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

12/11/17: Nevermoor: The Trials of Morrigan Crow by Jessica Townsend

11/13/17: Rules of Civility by Armor Towles

10/09/17: Born a Crime by Trevor Noah

09/06/17: When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi

07/16/17: The Most Beautiful: My Life with Prince by Mayte Garcia

06/13/17: Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell

05/11/17: Shrill by Lindy West

03/30/17: Secondhand Souls by Christopher Moore

02/23/17: Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking

01/18/17 - The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead

12/14/16 - Today Will Be Different by Maria Semple

10/19/16 - The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing by Ami Polonski

09/14/16 - Year of Yes by Shonda Rimes

07/13/16 - Hunger Makes Me a Modern Girl by Carrie Brownstein

06/15/16 - Daring Greatly by Brene Brown

05/18/16 - The 100-year-old man who climbed out the window and disappeared by Jonas Jonasson

04/21/16 - So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed by Jon Ronson

03/18/16 - When She Flew by Jennie Shortridge

02/17/16 - The Year of Living Biblically: by A.J. Jacobs

01/13/16 - Modern Romance by Aziz Ansari

12/02/15 - I am Malala by Malala Yousafzai, Christina Lamb

11/04/15 - The Martian by Andy Weir

10/07/15 - All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

08/26/15 - The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins

07/22/15 - Yellow Crocus by Laila Ibrahim

06/03/15 - The Boys in the Boat by Daniel James Brown

04/15/15 - Girl in a Band by Kim Gordon

03/18/15 - The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion

02/18/15 - Deep Down Dark: The untold stories of 33 men buried in a Chilean Mine and the miracle that set them free by Hector Tobar

01/14/15 - Orange Is the New Black: My Year in a Women’s Prison by Piper Kerman

12/05/14 - The Light Between Oceans by M.L.Stedman

11/05/14 - Orphan Train by Christina Baker Kline

09/24/14- Horns by Joe Hill

08/28/14- The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot

07/23/14- The Psychopath Test by Jon Ronson

06/18/14- Lost Girls: An Unsolved American Mystery by Robert Kolker

05/21/14- The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

04/30/14- A Bad Idea I’m About To Do by Chris Gethard

03/27/14- Heartburn by Nora Ephron

02/19/14- Gang Leader for a Day by Sudir Venkatesh

01/08/14- David and Goliath by Malcom Gladwell

12/04/13- Where’d You Go Bernadette by Maria Semple

10/30/13- The Checklist Manifesto by Atul Gawande

09/18/13- A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore

08/14/13- Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg

07/10/13- Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

05/22/13- How to Be a Woman by Caitlan Moran

04/24/13- Flawless: Inside the Largest Diamond Heist in History by Greg Campbell

03/27/13- Under the Banner of Heaven by John Krakauer

02/13/13- The House at Riverton by Kate Morton

01/07/13- The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield

12/05/12 - Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler

10/24/12 - Paris, I love you but you’re bringing me down by Rosecrans Baldwin

09/19/12 - Born Standing Up by Steve Martin

08/22/12 - The Book Thief by Mark Zusak

07/18/12 - Them: Adventures with Extremists by Jon Ronson

06/27/12 - Starvation Lake: A Mystery by Bryan Gruley

05/30/12 - Plainsong by Ken Haruf

04/25/12 - You’re Not Doing It Right: Tales of Marriage, Sex, Death, and Other Humiliations by Michael Ian Black

03/21/12 - Room by Emma Donaghue

02/22/12 - Just Kids by Patti Smith

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Where the Crawdads Sing is more than a coming of age story, and more than a mystery. If anything it’s a love letter to the marshlands of the Carolinas, as well Delia Owens real life passion for biology. Her prose read almost like poetry, which is fitting considering poetry comes into play later in this story, no doubt another love of hers as well, slipping through the cracks of this tale.

I wasn’t sure if I liked her style of writing at first, her povs sometimes switching, though we mostly stick with the main character of Kya throughout the novel. In a way, the style makes sense, almost seeming like it reads in a way that gossip or a story might pass through a small North Carolina town throughout the 50′s and 60′s. Her writing about the marsh and the beaches is beautiful, and probably the highlight of the book, especially for someone like me who loves to visit South Carolina if/when I get the chance in the summers.

I don’t know if I could mark this down as a favorite book, but I read it fairly quickly, and was entertained for its entirety. It’s bittersweet, heartbreaking, even anger-inducing at times, though most of all I found myself wanting to hold Kya as tight as I could, never letting her go.

Also this comes to no surprise to me that this was on Reese Witherspoon’s book list. Considering everything else she’s helped produced, seems about right up her alley, and even parts of this book already read like they would do well on the big screen. (Yes, there’s already talks for a film from what I can tell, and I’m sure I’ll try and check it out.)

Trigger Warnings: Spouse/Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Depictions of Racism, Mentions of Death/Murder, Mentions of Violence, Attempted Rape/Sexual Assault

#where the crawdads sing #delia owens #mini book review #not a romance #though there is romantic elements and it ends on a positive note in my opinion #and dang I just really want to get to the marshy carolinas now #book review #book reviews #novels #booklr

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hernandezrebecca · 4 years

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Prescott, AZ

lsfjldksjfoiiealkdjf: the current state of my mind.

I believe I speak for everyone when I say the first three months of twenty-twenty have not exactly turned out as we expected or hoped for.

The unprecedented chain of events appear never-ending, and we still have an entire nine months to live out.

In a matter of weeks, my emotions have gone from the lowest of lows, to content and happy, and now, uncertainty.

Everything is occurring at a rapid pace, that I’ve been trying to simply process and take everything in because I currently lack the proper words to coherently express how I feel and I don’t have the slightest idea as to where to begin.

I didn’t want to post for the sake of posting, but I had an immense urge to type. Literally anything to sense my hands mechanically pound the keys of my laptop. My fingers are essentially doing all the talking for me, really.

Therefore, if everything you just read leading you to this point made no sense whatsoever, I apologize. You have my full permission to close this window and go on about your Saturday night. Because this is the part where it becomes even more of a bore and I share a few things currently making my heart full:

Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

I immediately hugged this book upon completing it Thursday night. Go ahead and judge me all you want, but this novel is everything. I’m still in awe of it. I’m afraid to even start my next novel, Normal People, because I can’t let go of Kya and her courageous spirit just yet.

Kygo

His playlist on Spotify is blasting through the speakers of the iHome in my hotel room and getting me through this type-session. I may or may not be dancing to “Stay” as I speak.

My empty, zero-passengers flight coming into Prescott.

Thank you for staying safely at home. But also, for allowing me to nap. Running on five hours of sleep with a two-hour time difference is no joke.

Humanity.

Seeing people as human BEINGS and coming together for each other during this pandemic.

This quote by Ryan Holiday:

Help your fellow humans thrive and survive, contribute your little bit to the universe before it swallows you up, and be happy with that. Lend a hand to others. Be strong for them, and it will make you stronger.

Running + HIIT

Pretty much the only thing keeping me sane at the moment.

Thanks for sticking with me this far.

Hope you’re doing well and staying safe!

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These are the 43 books I read in 2019 (full list under the “keep reading”). The books with gold stars are the ones I rated 5-stars. The books with hearts are 4-star reads, which means I really loved them and would recommend them. Here are some highlights...

Outstanding Audiobook Narration

Perdita Weeks reading Circe by Madeline Miller & Christian Coulson reading The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

It’s a tie! I can’t decide which of these narrators I loved more. Finding the right voice for a character is difficult, but Weeks and Coulson were perfect matches for Circe and Monty. When the narration is just right, an audiobook can feel immersive, and that’s what these books were for me - immersive experiences. I didn’t write a review for Circe (what can I say except it was amazing!), but you can read my short review for The Gentleman’s Guide here.

Worthy of Its Critical Acclaim and Many Awards

Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward

Ward, a Mississippi author, has been on my radar for years, but this is the first of her books I’ve read. I gave only four books 5-star ratings this year, and this was one of them. I didn’t get around to writing a full review, but in my ‘notes’ I wrote: This was haunting in a strangely uplifting way.

Out of My Comfort Zone

It by Stephen King

In 2018, I stepped out of my comfort zone when I read a couple of contemporary Romance novels. This year, I stepped out of my comfort zone with Horror. I have avoided the Horror genre in the past because I’m easily scared. But, It was not that frightening and 5-stars good. Read my review here.

Notable Nonfiction

Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari, Period Repair Manual by Lara Briden, & Cozy Minimalist Home: More Style, Less Stuff by Myquillyn Smith

All three of these books stand out for different reasons. Sapiens was surprisingly fascinating and engrossing. Period Repair Manual was an eye-opening read with helpful, actionable advice (my review here). Cozy Minimalist Home was an attitude-changer and I really appreciated Smith’s design-conscious approach to minimalism.

Comforting and Cozy

A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, & The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon

In 2018 I reread Drums of Autumn and fell in love with Outlander again. This year, I continued the series with books 6 & 7 and started rereading book 5. I haven’t finished The Fiery Cross, yet, so technically it shouldn’t be included here. But, I did read more than 80% of it in the last quarter of the year. I’m loving being in this world, with these characters, again. These books are long and it takes me forever to read them, but there’s something comforting about all the details and descriptions of the seemingly mundane. Written in My Own Heart’s Blood & Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone are in the pipeline for 2020.

Honorable Mentions

Nine Perfect Strangers by Liane Moriarty & Muse of Nightmares by Laini Taylor

It saddens me that Moriarty’s books are pigeonholed as ‘Chick Lit’ (a genre classification that I abhor). Her books are so, so good and all genders should be reading them. I personally don’t understand why so many of her devoted readers didn’t like Nine Perfect Strangers as much as her other novels. It was different, but I still thought it was hilarious, entertaining, and heartfelt—descriptors that could be used for many of Moriarty’s books.

Muse of Nightmares is Taylor’s follow-up to Strange the Dreamer, one of my favorites from 2017. This young adult, fantasy duology is so colorfully and beautifully written. If you’re looking for fantasy books, but don’t want to commit to a long series, I highly recommend these. The world-building is amazing, the characters are multi-faceted, and the story’s conclusion is satisfying.

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The Full List of Books (Titles and Authors) I Read in 2019:

Note: This list is in chronological order, starting with the book I finished first this year. The graphic at the top of this post is in reverse chronological order, starting with the book I finished last.

A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon ♥

The Free State of Jones: Mississippi’s Longest Civil War by Victoria E. Bynum

A Room with a View by E.M. Forster

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Hike by Drew Magary

Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates ♥

If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin ♥

Stillhouse Lake by Rachel Caine

Nine Perfect Strangers by Liane Moriarty ♥

Circe by Madeline Miller ★

Always and Forever, Lara Jean by Jenny Han

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares

A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms by George R.R. Martin

Are We Smart Enough to Know How Smart Animals Are? by Frans de Waal

Queen of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner

Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward ★

An American Marriage by Tayari Jones

Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari ♥

The King of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner

Period Repair Manual by Lara Briden ♥

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee ♥

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller ♥

The Bride Test by Helen Hoang

Cozy Minimalist Home: More Style, Less Stuff by Myquillyn Smith ♥

An Echo in the Bone by Diana Gabaldon ♥

The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzi Lee

Muse of Nightmares by Laini Taylor ★

Red, White, & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston ♥

The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah

Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman

Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

The Duke and I by Julia Quinn

Bittersweet by Sarina Bowen

Truth or Beard by Penny Reid ♥

The Man in the High Castle by Philip K. Dick

The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn

Steadfast by Sarina Bowen ♥

Romancing the Duke by Tessa Dare

Bird Box by Josh Malerman

It by Stephen King ★

When a Scot Ties the Knot by Tessa Dare

A Cosmology of Monsters by Shaun Hamill

Grin and Beard It by Penny Reid

#books #reading #goodreads #2019 reading challenge

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Celestial Heart: prt 58

Second period English was enough of a distraction from my sister’s request.

We were all still working on our projects as we had a month to complete it. While most of us were still researching information, Owen and I were trying to compile ours into a coherent paper. As we dug through our notes (most of which was in Owen’s scribble) one thing kept bugging me. The fact about Delia Owens was a teenaged mother. It got stuck in my head like moss on rocks. Its something I could relate with her on. It wasn’t a thing I was happy about.

“Hey, Tori, are you gonna keep daydreaming right there or we gonna pack up; the bell rang already.” Owen laughed, obvious to the things picking at my mind. “Oh, uh, right” I stood up and began gathering my things, realizing the other students were already getting up the leave. Over my shoulder, I saw Ms. Waters straightening things at her desk alone. I thought this was a good opportunity to ask her about my assignment. More specifically, why she assigned us this person. If it was just pure coincidence that would be one thing. However, I didn’t feel it was a random thing.

“Ms. Waters, can I talk to you,” I began. She put down the stapler in her hand and turned to me, “Yeah what’s up?” “It’s about the assignment” I spoke and at the same time, Owen called out to me as he approached, “Hey Tori, did you want to work on this together during study hall?” I quickly responded with a nod, barely looking at him in hopes he’d go on like the others.

When he didn’t make a move, I proceeded anyway.

“Well, I’m just curious about something.” “Let me guess, it’s about the person I had you do your research on?” Ms. Waters smiled a little at the fact that I was apparently easy to read. “Ah, yeah…why’d you give her to us; if it’s a pure confidence that’s fine but if it’s not-” she cut off my rambling with two simple words, “it’s not.” My brows immediately furrowed at this. “Does that mean you gave her to us because you already knew about her?” Owen interjected. “That’s right, why would I give you an assignment on something I have no idea about?” She nodded. “Wait, did you assign me her because we’re both teenaged mothers?” I was starting to feel irritated but also hoping that I’d be wrong. That my teacher was not only shoving me in a labeled box. “In a way, yes.”

“Is that all you see me as now?” by now, I was definitely irritated “I was a straight A student and now because of one mishap, I’m just a ‘teen mom’ in everyone’s eyes. I thought I was more than that. I hate it, and I don’t want that to be my label for the rest of my life.”

For a moment, Ms. Waters remained silent and I couldn’t really tell what she was thinking. “Is that really how you feel Ms. Eaton?” she sounded slightly threatening as though by me standing up for myself, I had done a great evil. “Y-yes, that’s how I feel; I’m still Tori, I just also happen to Edith’s mother too.” As I stood my ground, I felt more like a tiny dog standing against a larger one. “I see,” she spoke slowly. “Good, I’m glad you don’t let things like this define you and I’m glad you don’t let other people define you.” That defiantly was not the response I expected.

“The reason I assigned Delia Owens to you is because I wanted you to understand that. I also wanted you to understand that being a teen mother doesn’t mean the end of the world. You can still do many things, just as you’ve seen Delia do.”

“But she gave her child up for adoption, I didn’t do that, I won’t-” “I’m aware and I think you both made a good decision for yourselves. You’re smart enough and tough enough to be a mother and achieve things, I believe in, and I’m sure your daughter does too.”

I smiled slyly and rubbed my neck. I felt really stupid for what I thought. “I’m sorry for assuming you thought so ill of me.” Ms. Waters chuckled, “I’ll excuse it this time; truth be told, I probably would’ve done the same.”

“Wait why’d you put me together with Tori?” Owen spoke up. Ms. Waters looked from me to Owen and simply said, “I’m being nice to you. Her grades are better than yours.” Then a mischievous smile grew on her face, “then again, there’s also another reason.”

Within seconds, Owen’s face twisted into confusion then to utter shock, then into a bashful smile. “No need to say that one out loud. Thanks for the explanation, we should be going.” He let out an awkward laugh and began pushing me toward the door. “Ah, Thanks Ms. Waters, we’ll do our best,” I called over my shoulder.

“Ya know, I didn’t realize it bothered you that much Tori.” He started as we headed to the door. I sighed, “I guess I shouldn’t let it, after all, I know who I am.” Owen offered a small smile, “If it’s any consolation, I don’t see you that way. You’re still just Tori to me.” “You’re a first, but thanks.” I mused at the thought.

“Hey, by the way, what was that ‘other reason’ Ms. Waters was talking about?” I inquired, mostly to change the subject. Owen just started laughing “Whoa, look at the time, I’ll be late for my next class if I don’t hurry up.” He darted out the door without hesitation only calling back, “see you in study hall.”

#Sims 4 #sims 4 teen mom #sims 4 teen #sims 4 story #sims 4 school #TS4 teens #ts4 story #Celestial Heart #Tori Eaton #Owen Keenan

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