Monthly Archives: March 2012
(Otherwise known as: All The Books I Have Bought in the Last Month – a.k.a. I Really Can’t Sleep/Reminding Myself Why I Am NOT Allowed to Browse BookDepository)
This really is just a random posting of all of the books I have bought recently. Mostly because I can’t sleep, but also because I just find it funny/entertaining/horrifying to look at. 😛
Side note: I’ve been going through a bit of a biography/YA phase. They don’t really fit together, but it’s certainly made life interesting!
Books with ** have been read. Books with * I am currently in the process of reading, sort of.
From February 20, 2012: aplaceformorethoughts
It is nearly two o’clock in the morning here, and I am wide awake.
Ideally, I would rather be blissfully dreaming the night away, but clearly that just isn’t going to happen any time soon.
I have been spending the last week (or is it two? three, even?) being alternately absorbed by the book I’m reading (On the Edge by Richard and Mindy Hammond), the TV show I’m watching (Eureka – behind the times in the middle of season 3), and the many, many articles and books and forums I’ve been reading in preparation for my upcoming assignment.
My mind is awhirl with combinations of serious brain injuries, strange science experiments, styles of leadership, car crashes and professional development plans. Is it any wonder at all that I suddenly can’t sleep?
I’m actually quite amazed that I haven’t forgotten which way is up and which subject I’m meant to be focusing on at the moment. But then, there’s still time! Come Monday, it could be that my lecturer gets an assignment on the fascinating and addictive show that is Eureka, and a report on the effects of serious brain injuries. Or, if I can actually get to sleep sometime soon, mayhap they’ll get an essay on two of Goleman’s leadership styles and a report providing an overview of a professional development plan.
Maybe. We’ll just have to wait and see. And, hopefully, sleep.
I’ve been thinking about love. Love the way it is shown in so many of the films and novels that I see and read every year. The kind of love that is all-encompassing, that far surpasses everything else in its breathtaking beauty. The kind of love that it seems every girl or woman dreams of having. Doesn’t she? Whether she is six, twenty-six, fifty-six or any age in between, every one of us seems to have this deep desire for a love that can survive anything. Well, that’s what popular culture tells us, anyway.
I thought that I was somehow immune to this desire. I dismissed this type of passionate love as something that only happens in stories and films and told myself that I was content with what the real world could give me. But over several recent sleepless nights I began to wonder.