It has been forever since I have posted and I am sorry for that. I have been so busy these past few months. Posting has been rough along with reading but here I am ready to renew consistent blogging. I am excited to begin this but first I would like to thank all of my followers for I just hit my two year blog anniversary about a month ago!
Beyond that, I would like to announce that I officially have an Instagram for this blog. The account is called writeyourdestinyw and I will use it to post updates about what I am reading, fun book edits and images, along with news about release dates and cover reveals for all those books we can’t wait to read. Have a wonderful Saturday and I hope to see you on Instagram.
Sharing Saturday is here and today I have decided to share with you a short story that I recently read and would recommend to all of you. This short story is generally believed to be an allegorical expression for a problem that is unsolvable. The Lady, or the Tiger? by Frank R. Stockton was an intriguing story that I would simply suggest all read. Below is the first paragraph of this four-page story.
In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as became the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man of exuberant fancy, and, withal, of an authority so irresistible that, at his will, he turned his varied fancies into facts. He was greatly given to self-communing, and, when he and himself agreed upon anything, the thing was done. When every member of his domestic and political systems moved smoothly in its appointed course, his nature was bland and genial; but, whenever there was a little hitch, and some of his orbs got out of their orbits, he was blander and more genial still, for nothing pleased him so much as to make the crooked straight and crush down uneven places.
Sharing Saturday is upon us once again and I figured I would share an picture with you. I took this picture about a month ago and it is one of my favorite snow pictures. It is below. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.
The second Sharing Saturday of the year has arrived and I am excited to share with you some of my writings. I recently wrote a ten-page essay on Jack the Ripper, a serial killer whose identity has never been discovered. This chapter of history has fascinated me since I read Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco and I have researched and written a lot about it. So, today I will be sharing with you but a short paragraph about this famous killer. Enjoy!
The Ripper’s crimes took place in London during the nineteenth century when technological advancement and new ideas began to flourish. However, this also brought about a boom in migration and London became an overcrowded, dirty, and desperate place as poor immigrants fought for any way to support their families. Chaos ensued, crimes spread like wildfire; robbery, theft, violence, vandalism and even murder were commonplace as people struggled to feed themselves and their families. Soon London became a haven for criminals and one of the worst parts of London was the East End. From the depths of this place arose one of the most well-known serial killers ever: Jack the Ripper.
I have been so busy in the past few months that I have simply have not had time to post Sharing Saturdays. So, I am going to start with the next Sharing Saturday after the last one even if more than a few weeks have passed. And since it is a new year I have decided to share with you a slideshow of some posts from last year.
The weeks are simply flying me by for I have almost hit the fiftieth week of doing these Sharing Saturdays! I’ll do something special in two weeks but for now, I decided to show you some amazing fan art for three amazing books that I have read and reviewed. Let’s get started!
I am so excited for today’s post since I am a logophile. I will once again be sharing new and exciting words that I have found in my travels throughout the bookish world. I previously posted five fun words on Sharing Saturday Thirty-Seven and I decided that I had to do it more often. Curiously enough it is exactly ten weeks later that I decided to do it again. Without further ado… here are five unique words!
Farouche – sullen or shy in company (adjective)
Ataraxia – a state of serene calmness (noun)
lacuna – an unfilled space or gap, a missing portion in a book or manuscript, a cavity or depression especially in bone (noun)
Anthropophobia – fear of people and society (noun)
Fall is finally here! I can’t believe summer has come to a close. My summer flew by in a wonderful whirl of books and time spent interacting with my amazing followers. Fall is a simply gorgeous time of year with the color changes and I am excited for Winter to follow close on the heels of fall. Today, I will be sharing with you the introduction of an essay I wrote regarding the poem “Ars Poetica” by Archibald MacLeish. It is below. Enjoy!
Poetry is simply a gorgeous creation of words marching in inky blackness against the startling white of a page. And yet the emotion and imagery evoked by twenty-six symbols is stunningly unforgettable. This may in part be due to the idea recognized in Archibald MacLeish’s “Ars Poetica” which states that poetry simply is, not overflowing with a set meaning. “Ars Poetica” focuses on the manner in which any form of art should be personally interpreted instead of set in strict connotations. Through the use of metaphorical couplets, almost constant rhyme, and iambic pentameter, the poem balances free verse and classical poetry. Along with that, the author forms twists by switching the rhyme scheme and not completely sticking to a single meter creating a paradoxical piece. For me personally, the resonance of “Ars Poetica” brings back memories of childhood reading endless poems, stories, and books. In the end, poetry is meant to be, to convey emotion and the everyday struggles and joys of life; it is not filled with meaning and “Ars Poetica” imparts this idea with poignant ease.