I have a penchant for book shelves; books in general.
Buy me a book, I’ll love you forever. Build me a book shelf … <3<3<3
I just finished the most riveting series possibly ever written. Now, I honestly don’t know what to do. My thought’s keep migrating towards Katniss, Peeta, Prim, Gale, and everybody else from The Hunger Games/Catching Fire/The Mockingjay…
Oh wait…… I know what to do ….
13 days till The Son of Neptune? ….
I think I’ll re-read The Percy Jackson series ….
Yeah, that’ll keep my mind off it.
AHHHHH 1 3 D A Y S T I L L T H E S O N O F N E P T U N E ! ! ! ! !
PERCY JACKSON SERIES + THE HUNGER GAMES SERIES = COMPLETE AND UTTER HAPPINESS.
Do you know what tomorrow is??????
THE SON OF NEPTUNE! THE SON OF NEPTUNE! THE SON OF NEPTUNE!
I’VE BEEN WAITING 11 MONTHS FOR THIS!
“Why, William, on that old grey stone,
Thus for the length of half a day,
Why, William, sit you thus alone,
And dream your time away?
“Where are your books?—that light bequeathed
To Beings else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
From dead men to their kind.
“You look round on your Mother Earth,
As if she for no purpose bore you;
As if you were her first-born birth,
And none had lived before you!”
One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply:
“The eye—it cannot choose but see;
We cannot bid the ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where’er they be,
Against or with our will.
“Nor less I deem that there are Powers
Which of themselves our minds impress;
That we can feed this mind of ours
In a wise passiveness.
“Think you, ‘mid all this mighty sum
Of things for ever speaking,
That nothing of itself will come,
But we must still be seeking?
“—Then ask not wherefore, here, alone,
Conversing as I may,
I sit upon this old grey stone,
And dream my time away,”
[I love this poem]
I have an obsession with classic novels … it’s simply killing me that I haven’t been able to read one in so long. It seems like just yesterday that I finished The Count of Monte Cristo. I miss reading.