Do people still go to the library? Because any time I go there now, which admittedly is not that often, the only people I see is the man who's napping in one of the chairs, the desperate moms trying to pry their kid's sticky hands from the books and the older couples browsing the old … Continue reading Are Libraries a Thing of The Past?
Ellen Hopkins will forever be one of my favorite authors. She is most certainly not for everyone, but I happen to find her style enthralling, gritty and irresistible. Here are the opening few poems of one of her books Rumble: "Between the gray of consciousness and the obsidian where dreams ebb and flow, there … Continue reading Rumble, Ellen Hopkins
Being in love means hard questions. Will I? Won't I? Should I? Could I? Yes? No? you? Me? There is no me without you. Is there a you without … Continue reading Being In Love, A Poem By Eden Streit
Link to Poem: here Summary: Another planet is a poem about obviously, another planet which our protagonist has a "special ticket to". She describes this planet through the ways that it is different to her planet now (assumed to be Earth). This poem is basically just a description of this planet, there isn't really much more to … Continue reading Another Planet by Dunya Mikhail (Summary and Analysis)
“History is the collective and ancestral shit of the human race, a great big and ever-growing pile of crap. Right now we’re standing at the top of it, but pretty soon we’ll be buried under the doodoo of generations yet to come.”-Stephen King Well, I would say that's pretty accurate. Sure won't find that in … Continue reading History
From A.S Kings Novel "I crawl through it" which is one of my favourite books. The first book that really made me think on several levels. Some Boys Have Tricks We believe them like we believe the weatherman when he predicts snow and when he's wrong, we shrug and blame ourselves for ever believing him. … Continue reading Some Boys Have Tricks
If you were a cat then I would be the catnip The drug that seems so enticing and you can't help but reach for...yet when you have it you can't help but second guess your actions If you were a reader then I would be the smell of a new book You never quite know … Continue reading If only you were…