Ok. I failed. But to be fair, I can’t type at work and I went out last night and didn’t get home until 4am. So… shush. Here’s days 9 and 10 together.
Day 9 - A regret.
I regret waiting until I was 32 to start losing weight. I really do. I feel like I missed out on so much of my life due to my weight. I know that I am only 34 at the moment and that’s still young(ish) but the things I could have done if I had the confidence that I am gaining back now… It stings a little. I know that there are a lot of people who could say that it didn’t matter and that I should have just lived my life but not everyone is strong enough to overcome their demons. After having it drummed into me year after year that I was not good enough, I believed it. I did little things to fight against it but most of the time that was just bravado.
Day 10 - Opening lines from five favourite books.
I’m in trouble… I walked into the my lounge and grabbed the first five of my admittedly huge list of favourites… but now I have them within reach and all I want to do is read the weekend away. Fighting the urge! I have stuff to do this weekend. Dammit!
“It’s still my favourite book in all the world.”
The Princess Bride, William S Goldman
Such an apt line. I love this book and it is one of my favourites. It’s one of the few books I read after watching the movie adaptation where I’ve actually enjoyed the reading more than the watching – and that’s a difficult thing to say because so many film adaptations need this:
Unless the screenplay was written by the author, as The Princess Bride was, in which case the above is not necessary.
“The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.”
The Last Unicorn, Peter S Beagle
No explanation needed. This is my third blog post that includes this story.
“Her mother had been born in Paris, where, in May-time, even the butchers put lilacs in the windows. It was from Maman that Chantal inherited her lively enthusiasm for love.
Her father had been born in Boston, where it is still against the law for women to appear in public wearing powder and rouge. It was from Father that Chantal inherited an undermining reserve which wintered her springtime enthusiasm.
The result of this heterogeneous scramble was that Nature served her up early to unsuspecting males as an attractive little dish of French creme au caramel, and then topped it off with a lump of New England boiled potato.”
If A Man Answers, Winifred Wolfe
Ok, I know I posted the first few lines of this book but I just love it SO MUCH and this opening never fails to bring a smile. Published in 1961, it tells the tale of a pretty girl called Chantal as she learns to find a husband and keep him. For something written in the ’60s it’s quite cheeky as well as charming and as per usual, it’s the use of language – I mean, come on – “heterogeous scramble” – that tickles me.
“When Alma created the world, most of it she made into the Great Grass Plain. which was not a flat place, but rolling like a mare’s back and covered all over with the greencorn and the haycorn and the wild oats, knee-high, so that when the wind stirred it, billowing, it looked like a mare’s winter coat blowing.”
Birth of the Firebringer, Meredith Ann Pierce
This three-novel series of books is too awesome. If you’re a fan of Peter S Beagle, then the Firebringer trilogy will also be a treat. It’s a fantasy story involving unicorns but it’s more than just the pretty unicorns that flash around appearing to virgins. They have their own society (there’s more than one!) and their own laws and they’re just as human as we are. Though I know that makes very little sense. Just read them.
“This book has been compiled in the belief that girls and boys in middle and upper forms should enjoy poetry read in class or at least have honest satisfaction from it.”
A Book of Poetry, Ed. WM Smyth.
Ok, so this book isn’t a novel. It’s a book of poetry and prose. It’s actually one of my mother’s old school text books so there’s a sentimental attachment to it, but also it’s where I discovered Shakespeare and Poe and Tennyson and a plethora of other poets and writers that I enjoy reading. Occasionally I will just go to the shelf and pull out this book and stand there reading a couple of poems before sliding the book back into it’s spot and carrying on my merry way.
Brought to you as part of the “Blog Every Day in August” challenge.