
I feel like a silly reader

Today’s MUSING MONDAYS post is about a story format.
How do you feel about books written in a differing format – whether this be journals or letters (epistolary), verse novels, or any other form? Is this something you enjoy? Or do you prefer straight forward chapter prose.
I actually like books in journal or letter format. I feel like I am closer to the person that is the one writing the letters or journal.
I am actually working on a short story now in letter format. I am also working on setting up a website that is going to be essentially a role-playing group but instead of your usual Play by Email online these days it will be done by letters. I am calling it Letters of Fiction and I look forward to fully making the project work.
Another week has gone by and it is hard to believe that we are going to be going into March now. March already what happened to February? I have not done much reading this week I am sad to say I did not even get through one book. I do have two reviews that I need to post as well. I have just been very wrapped up in the Olympics and writing my pen pal letters. Along with that, I have also been planning a new letter project as well as working on some website designs. I am so blessed at those who have taken a liking to my blog designs. I meant to get started on a St. Pats day for myself but I have not yet done that. I hope that I will find some time before St. Pats day.
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Thank you to those who are doing this. Always a kind and wonderful blessing when people help fight the terribleness that is Cancer
To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart. ~Phyllis Theroux
Never write a letter while you are angry. ~Chinese Proverb
It seems a long time since the morning mail could be called correspondence. ~Jacques Barzun, God’s Country and Mine, 1954
I am tired, Beloved,
of chafing my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
~Amy Lowell, “The Letter”
Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company. ~Lord Byron
What a wonderful thing is the mail, capable of conveying across continents a warm human hand-clasp. ~Author Unknown
It takes two to write a letter as much as it takes two to make a quarrel. ~Elizabeth Drew
And none will hear the postman’s knock
Without a quickening of the heart.
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?
~W.H. Auden
The best time to frame an answer to the letters of a friend, is the moment you receive them. Then the warmth of friendship, and the intelligence received, most forcibly cooperate. ~William Shenstone
What a lot we lost when we stopped writing letters. You can’t reread a phone call. ~Liz Carpenter
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; for, thus friends absent speak. ~John Donne
Or don’t you like to write letters. I do because it’s such a swell way to keep from working and yet feel you’ve done something. ~Ernest Hemingway
A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman. Eternal love and instant payment! ~Douglas Jerrold, The Postman’s Budget
If you must reread old love letters, better pick a room without mirrors. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966
The one good thing about not seeing you is that I can write you letters. ~Svetlana Alliluyeva
We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last we destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverable for ourselves and for others. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Correspondences are like small clothes before the invention of suspenders; it is impossible to keep them up. ~Sydney Smith
I have received no more than one or two letters in my life that were worth the postage. ~Henry David Thoreau, Walden
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend. ~Emily Dickinson
I consider it a good rule for letter-writing to leave unmentioned what the recipient already knows, and instead tell him something new. ~Sigmund Freud
I am sorry that I did not do my Saturday Sanctuary last week and that this week is so late. Such is the way things go sometimes. But I will ask my lovely readers for the Sanctuary what do you do when you are stressed out? How to you find a way beyond the stress?
If I am honest, I am very stressed. Beyond the usual stresses of my sickness these days, I am also stressed about my reading. And that is a silly thing reading is supposed to be enjoyable. I fell behind schedule again because I have been working more on my pen pal letters and trying to catch up with those. I had to take a step back today and remind myself that even though I am doing many reading challenges this year that reading should be enjoyable and if I do not complete the challenges that is OKAY. They are challenges not life or death.
*If Mr Linky is down please leave a comment. Mr. Linky has been a pain lately*
The first line can make or break a reader’s interest. Just how well did the author pull you in to the story with their first sentence? To participate in this weekly book meme is extremely easy.
Grab the book you are currently reading and open to the first page.
Write down the first sentence in the first paragraph.
Create a blog post with this information. (Make sure to include the title & author of the book you are using. Even an ISBN helps!)
Did this first sentence help draw you into the story? Why or why not?
Link back to Well-Read Reviews in your blog entry.
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“Andy Bellefleur was drunk as a skunk.” Living Dead in Dallas by Charlaine Harris
So this is the same as my Teaser Tuesday but I have been a very sluggish reader this week. This month in general really. But I love the first line, it made me giggle and wonder why Andy was drunk.
I’ve seen this quotation in several places lately. It’s from Sven Birkerts’ ‘The Gutenberg Elegies: The Fate of Reading in an Electronic Age’:
“To read, when one does so of one’s own free will, is to make a volitional statement, to cast a vote; it is to posit an elsewhere and set off toward it. And like any traveling, reading is at once a movement and a comment of sorts about the place one has left. To open a book voluntarily is at some level to remark the insufficiency either of one’s life or one’s orientation toward it.”
To what extent does this describe you?
Sounds like someone put a lot of thought into that. I suppose it is somewhat correct with me. Truly I read for the enjoyment of it, I read for the stories, I read to work my brain I read because I like the feel of a book in my hands the smell of the pages.
“Angelic Sookie, vision of love and beauty, I am prostrate that the wicked evil maenad violated your smooth and voluptuous body, in an attempt to deliver a message to me.”
A sweeping debut novel drawn from a history shrouded in secrets about two women-one American, one Japanese-whose fates become entwined in the rapidly changing world of late-nineteenth-century Japan. When nine-year-old Aurelia Bernard takes shelter in Kyoto’s beautiful and mysterious Baishian teahouse after a fire one night in 1866, she is unaware of the building’s purpose. She has just fled the only family she’s ever known: after her French immigrant mother died of cholera in New York, her abusive missionary uncle brought her along on his assignment to Christianize Japan. She finds in Baishian a place that will open up entirely new worlds to her- and bring her a new family. It is there that she discovers the woman who will come to define the next several decades of her life, Shin Yukako, daughter of Kyoto’s most important tea master and one of the first women to openly practice the sacred ceremony known as the Way of Tea. For hundreds of years, Japan’s warriors and well-off men would gather in tatami-floored structures- teahouses- to participate in an event that was equal parts ritual dance and sacramental meal. Women were rarely welcome, and often expressly forbidden. But in the late nineteenth century, Japan opened its doors to the West for the first time, and the seeds of drastic changes that would shake all of Japanese society, even this most civilized of arts, were planted. Taking her for the abandoned daughter of a prostitute rather than a foreigner, the Shin family renames Aurelia “Urako” and adopts her as Yukako’s attendant and surrogate younger sister. Yukako provides Aurelia with generosity, wisdom, and protection as she navigates a culture that is not accepting of outsiders. From her privileged position at Yukako’s side, Aurelia aids in Yukako’s crusade to preserve the tea ceremony as it starts to fall out of favor under pressure of intense Westernization. And Aurelia herself is embraced and rejected as modernizing Japan embraces and rejects an era of radical change. An utterly absorbing story told in an enchanting and unforgettable voice, The Teahouse Fire is a lively, provocative, and lushly detailed historical novel of epic scope and compulsive readability.
It has been a while since I was so into a book that I stayed up way passed when I should have gone to bed to finish it; well that is exactly what I did with the Teahouse fire. This story is compelling and beautiful I never would have thought it was a debut novel if I had not been told. Ellis Avery weaves a beautiful tapestry of a story that follows the life of one girl from girlhood through to adulthood.
Young Aurelia starts her young life in New York City a modest and happy life with her Mother and her Uncle Charles. But when she is Nine years old her Mother takes sick and her Uncle Charles takes her to Japan things go from bad to worse once in Japan until the night of a fire which sends Aurelia fleeing for her life and away from her Uncle Charles who is not as chaste as he claims to be.
The night she flees, she is found by Yukako and begins to her live as a Japanese servant in her household. The story has so many levels of love and dedication it is impossible to put into words just how beautiful all of them are. You can also learn about the beautiful art of the Japanese Tea Ceremony, and follow the fight of a great family in tea to keep their art as just that an art. An important and beautiful social part of Japanese culture.
The Teahouse fire takes many twists and turns some of them you see coming, and some of them you truly do not. You will grow to love the characters and find yourself attached to them. I highly recommend this book for anyone who is a little bit interested in Japanese history.
“Who’d have believed an Ancient Greek legend would be strolling through the woods of Northern Louisiana? Maybe there really were fairies at the bottom of the garden, a phrase I remembered from a song my Grandmother had sung when she hung clothes out on the line.” ~ Pg. 63 of Living Dead in Dallas by Charlaine Harris