Grumpy Owl Tells Bookish Fibs

I am owl shocked… I never expected a bird said to be so wise could ever ululate such horror of an understatement. I don’t just like books. I freaking love worlds made of ink. So, my heart bleeds (and cries foul at the bookish wisdom of owls).

Now that the statement of the grumpy owl has been properly addressed, I shall share a thought (or three) about my summer readings and other bookish bits.

The list I put together for Khaya’s Summer Reading Challenge evolved (and kept on growing because, well… I have no self-control when it comes to the joy that is reading). These are 13 from the bunch:

Behind My Eyes: Poems, by Li-Young Lee
Dirt Road Dreams, by Susie Clevenger
Enigma Tales, by Una McCormack
Erotic Poems, by e. e. cummings
Fever Dream, by Samanta Schweblin (translated from Spanish)
The Fifty-Year Mission: The Next 25 Years: From The Next Generation to J. J. Abrams: The Complete, Uncensored, and Unauthorized Oral History of Star Trek, by M. A. Altman and E. Gross
The Girl in the Flammable Skirt, by Aimee Bender
The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate—Discoveries from a Secret World, by Peter Wohlleben
Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov (Spanish edition)
Mi negro pasado (My Dark Past), by Laura Esquivel
Spellbook of the Lost and Found, by Moïra Fowley-Doyle
Todos mis cuentos (All My Stories), by Ana María Matute
Welcome to the Monkey House, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Out of the list, I reviewed Susie Clevenger’s Dirt Road Dreams. You can read my short entry and my favorite quote from the book, here. Speaking of quotes, there is one, from The Hidden Life of Trees, which will stay with me for always:

“When the logs in the fireplace crackle merrily, the corpse of a beech or oak is going up in flames… Does that sound over the top? I don’t think so… parallels can definitely be drawn to pigs and pork… We use living things killed for our purposes. Does that make our behavior reprehensible? Not necessarily. After all, we are also part of Nature, and we are made in such a way that we can survive only with the help of organic substances from other species. We share this necessity with all other animals. The real question is whether we help ourselves only to what we need from the forest ecosystem, and-analogous to our treatment of animals-whether we spare the trees unnecessary suffering when we do this.”

There is a handful of books and stories that have made a home inside my bones: One Hundred Years of Solitude, “The Decapitated Chicken”, and “The Circular Ruins” come to mind. This summer, The Hidden Life of Trees has joined the list.

 

So, my bookish Luvs, what word-worlds have you explored this summer? What bits stuck? Do tell… I’m always on the hunt for a good title (or 13). 😉

 

Thorned

You wear no mask
in my dreams, you are no one’s
sick rose. Your thorns prick
softly, carving the best of you and me
(an image of rapture) on my skin.

 

Remember
our first night?
We’re ink-drunk…

your hands wild,
my hips starved,
our souls lust.

“I’m a blank
book”, you said,
“write me yours.”

 

Awake you’re hungry
ink undreamed real
in my head, your voice
fairytaled… thorned
nevermore.

 

 

Inspired by the expression ruling the pretty face of Wisteria, a doll crafted by Rhissanna. Find more of Rhissanna’s work on her Etsy shop, and on her newly started Patreon page (where she creates dolls and stories). Also, if you love free books, follow this link to Amazon and download a copy of Mabel Bunt and the Masked Monarchs, a novel by Rhissanna (aka R. Collins) and B.R. Marsten.

Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.