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Jun. 10th, 2019 10:07 pmI found an argument about bredlik poems on tumblr today and I think I have ascended to a higher plane of being. God bless you, internet.
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May. 12th, 2019 12:30 amI am so glad that kitschy book-related gifts are so easy to find these days. When you and your mother are both huge book nerds, of course books are the first thing you reach for when it comes to gift ideas. But when your mother is a literature professor, she reads a hell of a lot, and when you live in a different state from her, you can't go on recon missions to her house to check out her bookshelf or snoop through her kindle to see what she might be missing. And, you know, when you're a book reviewer, you send her piles of books all year anyway. So when it comes to gift-giving holidays, it can be hard to come up with ideas.
Except the internet, thankfully, has my back. Book fanart, art made from literal books, book-inspired jewelry, perfumes inspired by favorite characters... I will never, ever run out of fun things to buy for my mom. The only problem is, well...
Now I want it all for myself. Whoops. I swear I have some self-control, if I could just remember where I put it...
Except the internet, thankfully, has my back. Book fanart, art made from literal books, book-inspired jewelry, perfumes inspired by favorite characters... I will never, ever run out of fun things to buy for my mom. The only problem is, well...
Now I want it all for myself. Whoops. I swear I have some self-control, if I could just remember where I put it...
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Apr. 6th, 2019 10:06 pmAn offering for National Poetry Month:
I never want to live in a world without bredlik again.
I never want to live in a world without bredlik again.
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Mar. 25th, 2019 07:06 pmSo it took all of 5.4 seconds to convince me to sign up for a social media platform run out of a cafe/bookstore. I feel like I, personally, was targeted for this, and I am currently trying to figure out how to be outraged and delighted at once.
While I grapple with the difficulty of experiencing two emotions at once (oh to be a fairy and only able to contain one at a time), please enjoy these pics of my dream guy that I stole from bookstagram:
While I grapple with the difficulty of experiencing two emotions at once (oh to be a fairy and only able to contain one at a time), please enjoy these pics of my dream guy that I stole from bookstagram:
Previously, she was Jo March from the book Little Women. The headstrong, tomboyish middle child of the loving March family, Jo was especially fond of her timid sister Beth and consistently butted heads with littlest sister Amy. Jo was the adventurer of the family, writing stories and plays for the sisters to act out together. With their father away participating in the Civil War effort, the sisters were growing up, and Jo hated it. She resented that eldest sister Meg wanted to marry and enter society; she was devastated when sister Beth died of scarlet fever; she hated that everyone expected her to marry her pal Laurie--including Laurie--and finally, she felt compelled to support her family any way she could. That meant selling her stories and, heartbreakingly, cutting off her prized long brown hair. But Jo would do anything for her sisters, her mother, her father, and those she loved. Jo worked as a companion for her elderly aunt (a job Amy took over) and later as a governess. When she did finally marry--her German teacher, Professor Bhaer--they opened a school for boys and ran it together. They had two sons.
Now she's Violet Weaver, 30. Violet grew up in Baltimore and it's really no surprise that she turned out to be a bookworm--her mother was (and still is) a literature professor at the University of Maryland and her father was a school teacher until he got involved in literacy activism and research. She read every book in her library's children's section by the time she finished fifth grade and promptly moved on to the other sections. A weird little kid who spent most of her birthdays visiting the Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum, she eventually fell in the with the theater kids, first at day camp and then in high school. They were dramatic, and generally didn't mind making fools of themselves in public, and liked a good game of dress-up long after most kids thought they were too cool for any of that, and so they were Vi's people.
She moved to New Orleans to go to Tulane (she majored in English and communications) and liked the vibe so much that she stuck around. Books are portable, after all, and she can freelance from anywhere. Which is what she does--she's a freelance book critic, writing for newspapers, book websites, the seventeen different permutations of her blog she's had over the years, and various social media. She lives for Bookstagram, committing to way too many book clubs (both online and in meatspace), and fangirling over her favorite authors. Violet gets flack from "serious people" about her decidedly "non-serious" focus on Young Adult and genre lit and has a well-oiled middle finger. (Okay, she should probably work on her diplomacy skills. Interpersonal communication is, ironically, a weak point for her.) She isn't a huge romance reader, but she would fall on her sword before she let you get away with calling it frivolous crap. It's possible she should get out more--dating? what dating? it's just easier to fall into a pattern of chilling at home when you will literally never run out of stuff to read--but she's pretty happy with her life. You know, when she isn't busy Arguing With People On The Internet.
Violet is currently unaware.
Now she's Violet Weaver, 30. Violet grew up in Baltimore and it's really no surprise that she turned out to be a bookworm--her mother was (and still is) a literature professor at the University of Maryland and her father was a school teacher until he got involved in literacy activism and research. She read every book in her library's children's section by the time she finished fifth grade and promptly moved on to the other sections. A weird little kid who spent most of her birthdays visiting the Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum, she eventually fell in the with the theater kids, first at day camp and then in high school. They were dramatic, and generally didn't mind making fools of themselves in public, and liked a good game of dress-up long after most kids thought they were too cool for any of that, and so they were Vi's people.
She moved to New Orleans to go to Tulane (she majored in English and communications) and liked the vibe so much that she stuck around. Books are portable, after all, and she can freelance from anywhere. Which is what she does--she's a freelance book critic, writing for newspapers, book websites, the seventeen different permutations of her blog she's had over the years, and various social media. She lives for Bookstagram, committing to way too many book clubs (both online and in meatspace), and fangirling over her favorite authors. Violet gets flack from "serious people" about her decidedly "non-serious" focus on Young Adult and genre lit and has a well-oiled middle finger. (Okay, she should probably work on her diplomacy skills. Interpersonal communication is, ironically, a weak point for her.) She isn't a huge romance reader, but she would fall on her sword before she let you get away with calling it frivolous crap. It's possible she should get out more--dating? what dating? it's just easier to fall into a pattern of chilling at home when you will literally never run out of stuff to read--but she's pretty happy with her life. You know, when she isn't busy Arguing With People On The Internet.
Violet is currently unaware.
