Jul. 17th, 2013

osprey_archer: (books)
What I’ve Just Finished Reading

The first five books of Ally Carter’s Gallagher Girl series, which is about a boarding school for spy girls. BOARDING SCHOOL FOR SPY GIRLS, you guys. So many of my favorite things packed in those five words!

It’s basically literary candy, but it is my kind of literary candy, and I enjoyed it immensely. The only problem is - the sixth and last book doesn’t come out till September! Ugh, waiting is so hard.

What I’m Reading Now

Susan Cooper’s The Grey King. I will probably have to hand in my geek card for saying this, but Will Stanton is powerfully boring.

Also, we’re reading Voltaire’s Candide for French class. There’s an annotated version here which makes reading it virtually painless if you have a little background in French.

Well, painless as far as the language part goes. The plot is full of pain. So far Candide has been chased from his home and ladylove, press-ganged into the army, beaten to death, narrowly escaped a battle and wandered through harrowingly destroyed villages, had a chamber pot dumped on his head, and met up with his old teacher who is covered with pulsating syphilitic sores.

And this is just the first four chapters!

Still better than the story about the horse being marched off to the abattoir, though. Or the one about the guy turning his head.

What I Plan to Read Next

For once I don't have any definite plans for this. I am getting a pile of academic books from the library today, and I really should make some headway on those...
osprey_archer: (art)
I first read this poem in Amelia Atwater-Rhodes debut novel, In the Forests of the Night, thus proving that good poetry can lie in the most unexpected places. It remains my favorite William Blake poem. Such atmosphere!

The Tyger
by William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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