Saturday, June 21, 2008

Need it a Name?



You pull on me like a drug. I'll never go cold cause I don't wanna give you up,
-I Got U, Blake Lewis


I love the feel, the smell, the weight of a new volume. The depth of historys uncounted and unnoticed. No one reads the same thing or sees the same delicate embrodary on the written sleeve. I love the soft fabric of a hardbound, the deep sound it gives at a gentle closing. One word leads to two and then two more when only one was an original. And who would I be if I was not everyone I have ever read or written?
"like grey skies before the rain, before that final morn, and I fail so hard; so well"
Look to the beauty in grey skies and the pheonix in the coulds...
Always,
~Kitty

Friday, June 20, 2008

Curse those sails!!

Let the pun enrage your minds and push out the fact that i have not posted in a wee bit! so my local book store had a sail on for by 3 get the 4th free FOR EVERYTHING IN THE STORE!!! oh the crulty. So here I am 4 new books (oh, yes I was very good, that and my mom bought 2 that we've agreed to share :p) did i mention im half a paycheck short now? Anyways (insert asl sign for forget that) (CATS!! oh i know that one.....i'm watching weakest link here people) Ok so i bought myself a whole bunch of historical fiction and a brand spanking new copy, that is all my own of Arabian Nights translated by a man who has translated many novels I have deeply enjoyed and a wonder copy of Sinbad and his adventures on his boat. I love these stories, letting me slip away to a place I relish and love to find my self in. And so now the family copy can return to the basement shelves and new one with a note in the corner of the last page will take its place in the bookshelf on the headboard of my bed.
"May it always remind you of what once was home"
Always,
~Kitty

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

A "Sticky with feeling and nostaligia" post

Even when I was a kid, I had a great imagination for stories. I had specific stories I would would play out with dolls, toys and my invisible friends. I would play them over, the same people, diffrent things happening and thigns like that. Even so young i knew about love and it was always there. In my backyard I had a swing set with a slide and played out there all the time, summer and winter. I can remember playing at robin hood. Being maid marien and going on adventures, getting in trouble, getting out of trouble all the fun of stealing from the rich and giving to the poor (that may have included a few bunnies)...Anyway I was awake last week in the wee hours of the morning and found a BBC production of Robin Hood, it was awsome and I ended up downloading seasons 1&2 and I loved it! It reminded me of the games I used to play and became one of the shows where the characters are well played and planed and it was full of action and romance (i do live vicariously through tv and books for my romance) and its a funny thing I always find when I get into a show or a book that when it ends its sorta like saying good bye to good friends. I have a habbit of getting ideas from shows and a few short stories and a few day dreams when I'm bored, and at the end of it some feel quite close, it happens more often with books but every once in a while a movie or good show will do it. Its always strange to see how things change from when you were a kid to when you're older but how somethings are still important and how some stories and things stick with you and just keep repeating its self in different ways....its a random post i know...
~Kitty