Title: The Yellow Wallpaper
Author: Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Genre: Classic, Short Stories, Horror
Number of Pages (Kindle edition): 63
Date Published: first published January of 1892
Synopsis (through Goodreads):
First published in 1892, “The Yellow Wallpaper” is written as the secret journal of a woman who, failing to relish the joys of marriage and motherhood, is sentenced to a country rest cure. Though she longs to write, her husband and doctor forbid it, prescribing instead complete passivity. In the involuntary confinement of her bedroom, the hero creates a reality of her own beyond the hypnotic pattern of the faded yellow wallpaper–a pattern that has come to symbolize her own imprisonment. Narrated with superb psychological and dramatic precision, “The Yellow Wallpaper” stands out not only for the imaginative authenticity with which it depicts one woman’s descent into insanity, but also for the power of its testimony to the importance of freedom and self-empowerment for women.
Rating: ★★★★☆ (4 of 5)
I’ll keep this short and to the point mainly because I have hardly anything to comment into this. This is, after all, in the classics league.
I don’t think further personal interpretation is needed. Another factor is that it’s a short piece so I think it’s just fitting to keep my thoughts on it brief.
Hello! The weekend is going by so fast. Saturday is relax day especially since I have to go have an exam tomorrow! Did I also mention that it’s a 7:30AM exam? I know, horror of all horrors, right?!
Anyway! I was pleasantly surprised when Princess from Royal Reader tagged me! I hardly ever do tags but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying them especially when other book lovers out there extends a chance for me to do one! I do hope you drop by Princess’ blog, as well. 🙂 This tag was originally created by Hannah of One World, Too Many Pages. (By the way, I totally respect that blog URL of hers! Haha.) And without further ado, let’s get on with the tag, shall we? (Please note: Book links either go to my review (if available, that is) or to their Goodreads page, alright?) Continue reading
I was laughing at you because declarations of love amuse me, especially when unrequited.
It’s a VERY rainy Sunday here at home and I’m loving it because, hello, perfect reading weather! Hope you all are also having a ball.
Title: We Were Young
Author: Fortesa Latifi
Genre: Poetry, Nonfiction
Date Published: September of 2015
Publisher: Where Are You Press
Synopsis (through Goodreads):
This is the second book by Fortesa Latifi.
In her sophomore collection of poetry, Fortesa revisits themes from past writings with a new maturity. We Were Young explores the heartbreaks, hangovers, and hang ups associated with growing up.
Rating: ★★☆☆☆ (2 of 5)
I enjoy poetry books in most cases. I love the rawness, the simplicity of how a writer can just pour out his/her heart out on it. It seems like a simple channel of creativity but at the same time a complex one, as well. I feel like poems is such a very close thing to the heart. That’s why I felt a little down upon reading We Were Young. I wanted to like it but half the time I was just reading it–not feeling the words. I couldn’t find any connection with what is in the written word…and I felt like I was doing something wrong or perhaps I might have been distracted? I don’t understand how half the time I was just there, not really understanding what’s happening. I’m not sure if this was a fault of mine upon reading, I mean, I might not have been the general demographic that this work has been going for?
Title: The Best of Me
Author: Nicholas Sparks
Genre: Romance, Women’s Lit, Contemporary
Published by/on: Grand Central Publishing/ 2011
Length (HC): 292 pages
THE BEST OF ME is the heart-rending story of two small-town former high school sweethearts from opposite sides of the tracks. Now middle-aged, they’ve taken wildly divergent paths, but neither has lived the life they imagined . . . and neither can forget the passionate first love that forever altered their world. When they are both called back to their hometown for the funeral of the mentor who once gave them shelter, they will be forced to confront the choices each has made, and ask whether love can truly rewrite the past.
Rate: 3.5 of 5
You might not understand, but I gave you the best of me, and after you left, nothing was ever the same.
I didn’t anticipate the lengthy amount of time that I would be reading this! It took me five weeks, five weeks, people! This is the second book I’ve read by Nicholas Sparks, and though I love most of the plot of his books (those that I’ve read and watched, I mean), this one in particular leaves me this particular sense that I’m missing something–as if there was a part in the book that I skipped; I’m not particularly sure if that’s the intent of the author. I just am not so fond of the ending of The Best of Me, perhaps.
Okay, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to post anything about books right now. It’s because I’m writing my thoughts on A Court of Wings and Ruin right now and we all know that that’s one humongous book both in the flesh and in my heart. 😛 This is what I’ve been up to these past few days:
- I started watching The Office.
I’m currently in Season 2 and I love Michael. I’m also waiting for Chris Pratt to pop up! I’, rooting for Pam and Jim to happen!!! But I’m mainly waiting for this iconic scene:
- I experienced calling in sick for work 😦
It felt really unusual to be at home in daylight. But I didn’t have any other choice, did I? I hate periods.
- I bought City of Bones, finally!
It was also the last copy in my local bookstore!
- I watched For Me and My Gal because of Nicholas Sparks’ The Best of Me.
And I’m both sad and kilig. But that soundtrack is on point. I’ve been humming For Me and My Gal for the past couple of hours. This is the start of my decent to getting addicted to vintage movies again, I can just feel it.
- I’m reading four books currently.
I’m not proud, okay. But mainly I’m still reading The Best of Me. I’m just hating some elements right now.
Hope all is well with you all! Have a nice week ahead!
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For the longest time I had been the girl who was always under par. It’s basically the kind of person that’s always under the given standards. It hurts that I’m of the ambitious type. I get all these weird-slash-creative ideas and it frustrates me when I can’t meet them. No one likes that feeling, I’m sure. No one likes to feel frustrated.