Well, I was on Goodreads in one of my groups, and they had a list to introduce yourself, and I thought it would be wonderful to put it here so you could get to know me better. Plus it was fun to answer the questions!
Your favourite childhood book? Peter Pan. It's also an all time favourite.
Do you ever read more than one book at a time? All the time! I always have at least three books on the go.
Your favorite place to read? Somewhere cosy. I love reading in my bed before I go to sleep. My imagination (which is always active) comes more alive then, when I have a soft flashlight glow on my pages.
Do you ever read in public? Yes. I read everywhere.
Your book lending policy? I lend to my friends, but if they damage a book of mine, I'll expect them to replace it, and obviously vice versa.
Do you ever write in your books? NEVER! I hate it when people do that. It's desecration. (I have a very strong opinion on this).
Your favorite reading snack? Ritz crackers...yum!
What's the most money you've ever spent on a book? $25? But I want The Art of Tangled from Amazon, which is almost $40.
Your favorite three genres? Fairytales Retold (Absolute favourite!), Fantasy, and Classics.
Your three favorite books? Good grief. The Blue Castle by L. M. Montgomery, Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie, and Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.
Fictional character you're secretly in love with? Henry Tilney from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen...sigh.
If you somehow could make one book required reading for everyone, what would it be? The Bible.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
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Saturday, January 1, 2011
Adorable Old Poem
This is a poem that my grandpa learned in school, back when he was in kindergarten. We were visiting one time and he quoted a part of it that made us laugh, and we asked him where he'd heard it. He told us that he'd had to memorize it as a little boy. My brother only recently tracked it down. Unfortunately, neither of us has been able to find the title or the author, so I will just have to the best I can without that information for you. It's such a dear little poem. It made me smile.
The Fairy, the Mole, and the Rabbit
There once was a rabbit with silver fur:
Her little gray neighbours looked up to her,
Till she thought with pride in the moon-lit wood,
“The reason I’m white is because I’m good.”
“Oh what shall I do?” cried a tiny mole;
“A fairy has tumbled into a hole:
It’s full of water and crawling things,
And she can’t get out, for she’s hurt her wings.
“I did my best to catch hold of her hair,
But my arms are so short, and she’s still in there,
Oh! darling white rabbit, your arms are long,
You say you are good, and I know you are strong.”
“Don’t tell me about it,” the rabbit said -
She shut up her eyes, and her ears grew red; -
“There’s lots of mud and it’s sure to stick,
Because my hair is so long and thick.”
“Oh dear! oh dear!” sobbed the poor little mole,
“Who will help the fairy out of the hole?”
A common gray rabbit popped up from the gorse,
“I’m not very strong, but I’ll try, of course.”
His little tail bobbed as he waded in,
The muddy water came up to his chin,
But he caught the fairy tight by the hand
And sent her off safe into Fairy-land.
But she kissed him first on his muddy nose,
She kissed his face, and his little wet toes,
And when the day dawned, in the early light
That little gray rabbit was shining white.
- Author Unknown
There once was a rabbit with silver fur:
Her little gray neighbours looked up to her,
Till she thought with pride in the moon-lit wood,
“The reason I’m white is because I’m good.”
“Oh what shall I do?” cried a tiny mole;
“A fairy has tumbled into a hole:
It’s full of water and crawling things,
And she can’t get out, for she’s hurt her wings.
“I did my best to catch hold of her hair,
But my arms are so short, and she’s still in there,
Oh! darling white rabbit, your arms are long,
You say you are good, and I know you are strong.”
“Don’t tell me about it,” the rabbit said -
She shut up her eyes, and her ears grew red; -
“There’s lots of mud and it’s sure to stick,
Because my hair is so long and thick.”
“Oh dear! oh dear!” sobbed the poor little mole,
“Who will help the fairy out of the hole?”
A common gray rabbit popped up from the gorse,
“I’m not very strong, but I’ll try, of course.”
His little tail bobbed as he waded in,
The muddy water came up to his chin,
But he caught the fairy tight by the hand
And sent her off safe into Fairy-land.
But she kissed him first on his muddy nose,
She kissed his face, and his little wet toes,
And when the day dawned, in the early light
That little gray rabbit was shining white.
- Author Unknown
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