Lost Months & Lost Words

I finished my exams just under a week ago. I had planned to return to blogging immediately, but then I wound up in a strange post-exam/pre-summer languor. So I've spent the last few days in a particularly lethargic mood – and it is not until now, six days later, I've looked at this blog. In fact, I've been vaguely unproductive, though – for once – this doesn't seem to be bothering me. I'd say I've been experiencing a wonderful case of rasasvada (a fantastic word I came across the other day, meaning "the taste of bliss in the absence of all thoughts").

I guess this is a waffly explanation for my recent absence. Essentially, I've had exams. Though I'm back now, and I can't wait to reclaim the words that the past few months have stolen away.

I. Books I've read & plan to read
I had very little time to read throughout exams, though I did dip in and out of Ariel by Sylvia Plath. Her poetry collection is rich and true spoken – I can't remember the last time I've experienced such beauty within so few pages. Since the end of exams, I've read Heroes and Villains by Angela Carter (endearingly bizarre and grotesque), and Trigger Warning by Neil Gaiman (as wonderful as you could expect from Gaiman, naturally).

Over the next ten blissful summer weeks, I have several stacks of books to get through. (It's worth noting that, the moment my final exam ended, I fled to the library and came home with a decent pile of novels). Perhaps the novel I'm most excited to read is The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood.

2. Words to be scrawled
I have many rough plans for what I'll be writing across the summer. However I thought it would be more apt to share some words my fingers have been itching to use (as is the way on this blog): orphic, meaning mysterious and entrancing; anacampserote, something that can bring back lost love; and nefelibata, which refers to someone who lives in the clouds of their own imagination.

3. This blog
I'll be doing my best to blog as much as I can – and, given it's the summer, I'll be posting more than ever. This said, I have been thinking of setting up a second blog to run alongside this one. The potential new blog would consist of my own writing, as well as small fragments of artwork, and other muses… I'm not entirely sure of this yet, though, so Feed Me Books Now will remain my main preoccupation!

So, essentially, I'm back. :)
Please excuse the brevity and confusion of this post – I haven't blogged in so long, it's as if I've forgotten how this all works. But I'll slowly remember the way, page by page, and word by word.

2 // All the Books

“Racism should never have happened and so you don't get a cookie for reducing it.”

Americanah is a compelling tale of love, race and identity. Ifemelu and Obinze fell in love when they were young, but are separated when they leave the military-ruled Nigeria to lead different lives; Ifemelu continues her studies in America, but finds herself grappling with what it means to be black, whilst Obinze plunges into a dangerous life in London. Fifteen years later, the two are reunited.

Oh, how I love Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I read AMERICANAH last October, and my love for it hasn't faded at all. Whilst the novel's essentially a romance, it also offers so much more; AMERICANAH explores personal, national and racial identity against the backdrop of our globalised world. "I came from a country where race was not an issue, I did not think of myself as black and I only became black when I came to America."

“It didn’t take tragedy or war to derail a man. It took only a memory.”

The Girl With Glass Feet is set on the strange and enigmatic archipelago of St. Hauda's Land, where many unusual things happen. For instance, a young woman named Ida Maclaird is slowly turning into glass. And, as the glass transformation begins, a local man's love is put to the test.

The Girl With Glass Feet is an utterly bizarre book. When you're reading it, the descriptions of everything from the island's winged creatures to its snow-glazed woods burn vividly in your mind. Yet, the moment you close the covers, everything is quickly forgotten. Although, perhaps that is the magic? Whatever the case, The Girl With Glass Feet is an interesting read – one which will suit fans of The Night Circus or The Snow Child nicely.

“Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.”

To the Lighthouse offers an intricate depiction of marriage, childhood and parenthood, all of which is explored within one family living in a summer house off the rocky coast of Scotland. And Virginia Woolf perfectly encapsulates the transience of life within these 200 pages.

To the Lighthouse is by no means my favourite novel by Virginia Woolf. However, when I picked it up sometime last year, I found unmeasurable satisfaction within this tale. And the prose? To die for. “For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.” 

BOOK 57: The Girl With All the gifts by M. R. Carey.
“In an age of rust, she comes up stainless steel”

The Girl With All the Gifts is about a girl named Melanie. Melanie is a very special girl. Everyday she is collected from class at gunpoint and strapped into a wheelchair. She jokes that she won't bite, but they don't laugh. THE GIRL WITH ALL THE GIFTS gives a new life to the zombie novel. Gone are the clichés, the emotionless characters, the predictable plot… instead, we have something entirely new. 

At the time of the book's release, my obsession with Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all things Whedon had just began. So, when I saw Whedon quoted on the cover… well, I knew I had to read this. And, whilst THE GIRL WITH ALL THE GIFTS wasn't what I expected it to be, it was still an exciting read.

Have you read any of these? What did you think of them?
See my first of these posts HERE

Book Haul | April 2015

“A library is never complete. That’s the joy of it. We are always seeking one more book to add to our collection.” – Catherynne M. Valente.

The first book I picked up is A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab – a fantasy novel about parallel versions of London, revolving around a Traveller who can jump between them. “And so Kell—inspired by the lost city known to all as Black London—had given each remaining capital a colour. Grey for the magic-less city. Red, for the healthy empire. White, for the starving world.” I'm a huge fantasy fan, and there's nothing I love more than to lose myself in reverie. So, naturally, this book seemed like a must.

Picnic At Hanging Rock by Joan Lindsay is a 1967 novel about a group of female students who disappear  after a picnic. Going from the first few pages, I can tell this is going to be a short, but eerie and suspenseful, read.

The third book I picked up is one that I still don't entirely know the plot of. Essentially, the quote on the cover of this novel – “Curious Incident meets The Man Who Fell to Earth” (Joanne Harris) – is why I picked up The Humans by Matt Haig. From what I've gathered, this book is best approached when you don't know too much about it, and just leave yourself susceptible to the shock of unnamed territory and undefined mysteries.

I also picked up The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August by Claire North – a book which has received ridiculously high praise. The novel revolves around Harry August, a man who, upon death, returns to his childhood with recollections of all his past lives – nothing ever changes, until his eleventh life. I was initially quite skeptical of this book (after all, it isn't exactly an original concept) but, after reading reviews that refer to it as "the best book you'll read this year", I'm definitely intrigued.

Haruki Murakami has inspired my recent obsession with Japanese literature. And, whilst I don't expect to find any authors as bizarre as Murakami, I am looking forward to further exploring elements of Japanese culture. Strange Weather In Tokyo by Hiromi kAWAKAMI sounds like a beautifully-written novel, as well as tender examination of loneliness; I can't wait to read it.

The Girl On the Train by Paula Hawkins has been hailed a masterpiece. And it sounds exactly like the kind of book I would enjoy. After hearing nonstop raving about its artful and suspenseful storytelling, and twisted characters, I have no idea why I've only just picked it up.

Have you read any of these books? Do you plan to? I'd love to know!

March 2015 | In Wonderfully Peculiar Words

Oh, March, will I ever like you? It seems the only months I'll every truly enjoy are those that end with '-uary' or '-ber'. And, despite the fact I seem to judge months and weekdays on a linguistic basis (e.g. I prefer Thursdays to Sundays for the simple fact 'Thursday' sounds a lot better), I can honestly say I dislike March for both its content and how it sounds. The reason for this March-related hatred being the fact it largely revolved around schoolwork, mock exams and revision. (Which, in my opinion, is a pretty sound reason for disliking a month).

Earlier this month I read a novel entitled  PERFUME: THE STORY OF A MURDERER, which, unsurprisingly, explores smell. Smell is not a sense I've ever fully appreciated, yet Patrick Süskind's lavish (albeit morbid) descriptions of various aromas enlightened me to its beauty. And so, as an ode to all the fleeting and fickle scents of this world, here's my favourite: the scent of rain on dry earth.

a detailed imaginary world created by a child that includes human, animal, or alien creations.
When I discovered this word,  I couldn't help but offer a wistful smile. I was a child of many paracosms – too many to count, let alone remember. And now, as I spend each day encircled by the harsh reality of revision, I can't help but look upon these years I spent in these paracosms, and gleefully await their return. “Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody — no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds… Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.” – Neil Gaiman

Love of darkness or night; findin relaxation or comfort in darkness.
Perhaps when you were younger, your parents would look upon you with a faint shadow of amusement (and a light-hearted shake of the head), and refer to you as a "night owl" or "early bird". (I, myself, was both – but that's another story). Nowadays I still channel the "night owl" within; for me, there's no better time to write or read, than when moonlight offers its cold embrace.

Beautiful writing on a subject of little or no importance.
As a reader, I've always felt compelled by intricate plot lines and detailed character development, in the same way I've always worshipped the profound meanings of words. That said, I realised this month that I have a real love for flowery and wonderfully pointless prose. I just adore it.

The deep, distant stretch of ocean visible from land; the foreseeable future.
'Offing' wasn't necessarily a word I planned to include in this post – after all, it doesn't directly relate to March, but rather the months that lie ahead. And yet, it's such a fantastically introspective word, I couldn't help but want it to be included. After all, when I look out towards the deep, distant stretch of ocean, what is it I see? (Admittedly, a load of exams – but, eh, let's ignore that for a now).

How was March to you?
Blog posts written: REVIEW: All My Friends Are Superheroes, On Reading For Pleasure, 1 // All the Books
Books read this month: The Five People You Meet In Heaven, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His years of Pilgrimage, The Name of the Rose, The Rehearsal