Winter!

Now that there is a substantial amount of snow on the ground -not a dusting- it’s officially winter! While there are technically five more days, I count the first real snow as the entry into hibernation-quality lifestyle.

Now is the time for baking!

Now is the time for reading!

Tv, cookies, movies, crafting, drinking, eating, playing!

Winter, besides the bone chilling cold on those truly unbearable days, is really one of the most beautiful times during the year.

It’s a perfect time for self-reflection with the year coming to a close and the birth of a new year. Circle of life y’all.

Enjoy the holidays!

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Brave New England

Recently my friend made a mistake over text that she blamed on sleep deprivation. I believe her because I am a good friend, and also she’d been in a car for over 8 hours, so I cut her some slack.

You see it, right? I think I cried tears of joy. commemorate her glorious, lovely, wonderful mistake, I started bothering her about it, which gave me some ideas for some spectaular (maybe boring) novels.

Brave New England: A novel in which a rebellious region decides they dont want a reigning monarch over their heads and revolt after injustises such as taxes.

Brave New England: In which the humble people of the Northeast last through one of the worst winters of their lives, showing the preservation of the human spirit, the importance of community, and of sharing hot chocolate with neighbors.

Brave New England: The year 2245 was a pivotal  time in the politics of the Formerly United States. New England draws similarities to the 20th century West Germany, or so historians say. The rest of the Regions are not happy and rallied by Deep South, begin to menace the peaceful lives of New Englandians.

Brave New England: The Apple Crisis hit New England hard. A terrible fungus has been attacking the fruit trees, devastating the only stable part of the Northeastern economy. When an enterprising duo realize that New England has more to offer than fruit, they must deal with the reprecussions of fast fame and quick fortunes. Highly recommended for lovers of the commercialization of Thanksgiving.

Thanks for reading!

p.s. Thanks, best friend, for giving me something to laugh about each day! I couldn’t do this without you.

Do you have any ideas what Brave New England could be about? Let me know below!

Reading In the Summertime

I love reading in the summer. I also just love reading. Anytime, anywhere.

But reading in the summer seems drastically different than reading during, say, winter, where I find the most contrast (temperature differences aside) between the two. This probably isn’t a new insight for many people, but sometimes I find myself talking to those who just don’t seem to understand why reading War and Peace just isn’t right during the summer. Trust me, I tried. I even took it to the beach, where reading is a main activity of mine. Nothing. Nada. I couldn’t do it. I just kept getting this feeling that the book would have been great by a nice, cozy fire sometime in mid to late January.

I have an inability to read certain types of books during the summer. Heavy novels begin to be unbearably difficult to digest, and the call of books like The Hunger Games beckon from afar. My mom recently pulled out Dante’s Inferno from the bookshelves we’re packing away, and I started to retch on sight of it. What if I started to read that? I’d probably throw up immediately.
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This isn’t to say that I’ll start reading Shirtless on the Riviera* (cover with Fabio-esque man) once the temperatures rise. It’s not. I refuse to lower myself to that level. I can’t even read 50 Shades of Grey without wanting to throw acid in my eyes. (Before you think I’m afraid of the sex, I’m not. I’ve read fanfiction. That shit is scary.)
My solution is turning to less “Serious Literature but still Literature” books. Young Adult novels, for example, are so prime. They are interesting reads while still being somewhat serious. Sometimes. Maybe not like, Confessions of Georgia Nicholson. (Still fun to read).
Then there are humorous novels. David Sedaris, Bill Bryson, that book by Tina Fey. Perfect summer reading. The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid is literally the perfect book for any situation for reading in the summer. (Bonus: you learn cool retro-ish facts!) Or The Nanny Diaries. Lighter novels that  have a little something that make you think after reading them is what I think a Summer Book is.
Literally anything by Dickens is a Winter Book.
See the difference? I do!
What do you think? Is there a difference in what kind of literature you read throughout the year?
*Not actually I real novel. I think. It might be.