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Saturday, April 25, 2015

Hour 8 Mini-Challenge: Book Spine Poetry #readathon

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Dewey Readathon

 

 

Hello and welcome to hour EIGHT of Dewey’s Read-a-thon!  I hope that you are still going strong and reading though lots of good books and that your eyes aren’t getting tired. Though maybe that is why you are here visiting me as I am your mini-challenge host for this hour and we are doing one of my favorite challenges of read-a-thon past…BOOK SPINE POETRY! 

The challenge rules:

  • Using the titles on book spines, make a short poem at least three “books” long/tall.
  • Don’t worry about form or meter or rhyming or anything like that.  Just have fun!
  • Take a picture of your book spine poem, post it on your blog/Twitter/Tumblr/Instagram/etc., then paste the permalink to that post in the comments to this post.
  • This challenge will run for THREE hours and I will choose a winner randomly from the entries…unless one of them really speaks to me in some fashion. No matter what it will be totally arbitrary but hopefully fun times for all! (If I crash before the contest ends then I will choose a winner the moment I wake up again)
  • The winner will get to choose one item from the epic readathon prize list 

Here is an example of the book spine poetry entry that I did last read-a-thon and it took me less than 10 minutes to do using books in my read-a-thon pile and a nearby bookshelf.

 

Book Spine Poetry

 

Once we were

the broken hearted.

Splinterd fragments. Unraveling

in the after.

Dreamless shadows

in the silence.

Infinite.

So go forth and make some poetry! I can’t wait to see what you come up with!!

irishdarkblue

EDIT

The winner of the book spine poetry is Shannon from Leaning Lights! Congratulations!!

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Saturday, October 18, 2014

Hour 15 Mini-Challenge: Book Spine Poetry #readathon

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Dewey Readathon

 

 

Hello and welcome to hour FIFTEEN of Dewey’s Read-a-thon!  Congrats on making it this far in the event! You have made it past the half-way point and maybe your eyes are feeling a little droopy and you are in need of a break. Which is why you are here visiting me as I am your mini-challenge host for this hour and we are doing one of my favorite challenges of read-a-thon past…BOOK SPINE POETRY! 

The challenge rules:

  • Using the titles on book spines, make a short poem at least three “books” long/tall.
  • Don’t worry about form or meter or rhyming or anything like that.  Just have fun!
  • Take a picture of your book spine poem, post it on your blog/Twitter/Tumblr/Instagram/etc., then paste the permalink to that post in the comments to this post.
  • This challenge will run for THREE hours and I will choose a winner randomly from the entries…unless one of them really speaks to me in some fashion. No matter what it will be totally arbitrary but hopefully fun times for all! (If I crash before the contest ends then I will choose a winner the moment I wake up again)
  • The winner will get to choose one item from the epic readathon prize list 

Here is an example of the book spine poetry entry that I did last read-a-thon and it took me less than 10 minutes to do using books in my read-a-thon pile and a nearby bookshelf.

 

Book Spine Poetry

 

Once we were

the broken hearted.

Splinterd fragments. Unraveling

in the after.

Dreamless shadows

in the silence.

Infinite.

So go forth and make some poetry! I can’t wait to see what you come up with!!

irishdarkblue

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Thursday, December 22, 2011

Love & Leftovers by Sarah Tregay (contains spoilers)

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Source: Publisher
Publication Date: 27 Dec 2011
Series or Standalone: Standalone
ISBN:  0062023586
Format: Paperback (ARC)
Pages: 448
Websites:
Sarah Tregay – Blog
Sarah Tregay – Twitter
Place(s) Traveled to: Durham, New Hampshire // Boise, Idaho
Rating: 2 out of 5 stars

First Line: 
My mother
doesn’t understand
that this is a summerhouse
(meant to be lived in
only during the summer).


This review does contain spoilers…you have been warned.

I was excited when I first received a copy of Sarah Tregay’s Love & Leftovers as I’ve been on a bit of a contemporary kick and the cover, while not fabulous, was cute. Then I flipped it open and my heart stopped a bit when I saw that it was a novel in verse. I’ve never been a huge fan of this format (which is odd when you take into consideration that I adore poetry) but as a novel I prefer more words. I was chatting with someone on line who summed up my thoughts on verse novels when they said that it seems like its chosen when an author just doesn’t have enough words or talent to make for a full novel. I’m not sure if that is true with all verse books, but it seems to be the case with the few that I have read. The only good thing that I can say for novels in verse, at this time, is that they are quick reads.

So, admittedly, I was a bit biased against this book before I even started it but I had begun to see so many rave reviews I thought that maybe this verse novel would be the one that really turned my thoughts around on this format. Then I began to read and had absolutely no connection what-so-ever with any character in the book. In fact, I pretty much hated the main character of Marcie. She wasn’t overtly dislikable but she does cheat on her boyfriend, then proceeds to lie by omission and then pout when he finds out and in the end gets everything that she wants. She also never seems to learn or grow from the mistakes she makes. She hits a rough patch yes, but she just mopes through it and then everything rights its self and its back to being all sunshine and roses in her world.
Her mother was mostly absent and pretty darn selfish and her dad just wasn’t very believable to me as a homosexual….or bisexual as he later claims. This could be because we never really get to see him interact on a romantic level with his live-in boyfriend. I also really didn’t like how her dad seemed to tell her how it was ok she cheated since she was lonely and that was the very same reason that he tossed 12 years of marriage out the window and cheated on her mother. But he was wrong to marry her as he wasn’t fully committed and mostly just wanted to have a child. Say what? I also thought it really bizarre for her father to send her condoms….just in case she wants to sleep with the guy she just met and is cheating on her boyfriend with. Um…yeah…I just can’t picture a dad doing that. At least, none of the dads that I’ve ever met. 

Then you have Marcie’s friends back home who are all too willing to just turn their backs on her the 1st moment she does something wrong. While I don’t agree with Marcie’s choices and would be put out if my best friend did the same I wouldn’t turn my back on her because of it. While the friends do all eventually meet up, they forgiveness scenes just come across as very 2D. None of the characters really seemed to have much depth and I think that could be in part because of the verse format. Free verse doesn’t seem to really allow for real in depth thoughts or getting to know a character. I don’t think I’ll be rushing to read another verse novel anytime soon but I haven’t given up on this format just yet. 


People who thought differently from me (click the blog name for the full review)
Book Chic Club – “I really enjoyed this book-in-verse. It’s an interesting, unique exploration of what love is, which was a nice break from a lot of love triangles and insta-love that goes on in a lot of YA novels these days.”


Books With Bite – “ I just love the way this book is written. Written in a beautiful format of verse poem style, the reader gets a great connection to the main character Marcie and watches her world fall apart. I love getting to know a character through short paragraphs but filled with so much emotions.”
The Bookish Babes – “Love and Leftovers was a complete, beautiful, full story told in these small, heartbreaking segments that completely drew me in.”
Between the Pages – “Love & Leftovers, was a very well written book about self-discovery. The words flow through you, and leaves your heart wanting so much, for Marcie to find where she belongs in her world.” 
YA Librarian Tales – “Love & Leftovers is a satisfying story, even for those who, like myself, aren’t big fans of novels in verse. This book has a an easy likeability to it and since I am a sap for romance, well, this story was right up my alley.”
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Thursday, April 8, 2010

NPM: Life Is Fine by Langston Hughes

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Life Is Fine
by Langston Hughes

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

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Wednesday, April 7, 2010

NPM: Hysteria by T.S. Eliot

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Hysteria
by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
in her laughter and being part of it, until her
teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,
inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally
in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by
the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading
a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: “If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,
if the lady and gentleman wish to take their
tea in the garden …” I decided that if the
shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of
the fragments of the afternoon might be collected,
and I concentrated my attention with careful
subtlety to this end.

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Tuesday, April 6, 2010

NPM: Where the Sidewalk Ends

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Where the Sidewalk Ends
by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

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Sunday, April 4, 2010

NPM: There is another sky by Emily Dickinson

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There is another sky
by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

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Saturday, April 3, 2010

NPM: If You Forget me by Pablo Neruda

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If You Forget Me
by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

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Friday, April 2, 2010

NPM: She Walks In Beauty

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She Walks In Beauty
By: Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

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Thursday, April 1, 2010

Welcome to National Poetry Month 2010!

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Hello Internet!! As you may or may not know April is National Poetry Month and I am a huge lover of poetry. Since around 1995 or so I’ve been celebrating this event by emailing a poem a day to many of my friends and family. Some will whine and moan about it, but those same people are usually among the first to remind me if I’ve missed a day so I know they love it. And if not tough. *lol*

Last year I branched out and also posted a poem a day here on my blog and so thought to continue that trend again this year. I’ll still be posting my trailers and other reviews during this time so this daily poem will just be an added thing. For those who follow via an RSS feed I apologize in advance for all the extra posts. Though all will be titled with NPM so you’ll know at a glance if its a poem or review. There are a few rules, of sorts, for this event and they are as follows:

I enjoy reading and picking out poems on a daily basis (and when I am feeling brave I send out one of my own), but I know that my tastes are the tastes of all….so if there is a particular poem or poet that you would like to see featured then please let me know. I’ll also do my best to round up a poem if you only remember a fragment or two. I don’t always succeed but I always enjoy the challenge.

And well…that’s about it for rules. Like I said…there were only a few. lol Please feel free to comment (I love comments), sit back and enjoy the poems.

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Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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