For those of you here who might not know who my boy Meade is, here’s a quick run down:
Richard Kidder Meade was born on July 14th, 1746 and was an Aide-de-camp to George Washington from March 12th, 1777 until October of 1780. Meade departed on leave to get married but was never able to return to headquarters because Benedict Arnold had brought the war to his doorstep.
Meade had an intimate, brotherly relationship with both Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens. Meade was the one mentioned when Hamilton famously wrote Laurens saying “I hate Congress—I hate the army—I hate the world—I hate myself. The whole is a mass of fools and knaves; I could almost except you and Meade.” and Laurens once wrote Meade, closing off his letter with “I embrace you tenderly: my eyes are sore, my body and mind fatigued by an uninterrupted flow of business, but as long as they exist, my friendship for you will burn with that pure flame which is kindled by your virtues_”
Meade and Hamilton maintained a loose correspondence for the rest of their lives, hindered only by the distance between them with Meade living in Virginia and Hamilton in New York. This is remarkable because both Meade and Hamilton were poor letter writers, Meade not a fan of writing letters and preferring face-to-face, and Hamilton notoriously bad at maintaining correspondence with anyone of distance away from him. When news of Hamilton’s death reached Meade in Virginia, he fell into a depression. It was suspected enough to even appear in his obituary that he’d continued mourning the death of his friend that he regretted he never got the chance to see just one more time until he himself died seven months later on February 9th, 1805.
If you want to become even more familiar with who Meade is, you’re in luck because I’m writing a biography on him for fun. I didn’t finish it today like I’d hoped I would, but this thing is ~14k+ words long and I’m only about halfway through the war so this sucker is going up in parts. Part One will be going up today and will take us up to his invitation to become an Aide-de-Camp and then I might be able to squeeze in Part Two as well if I manage to finish up his time as an aide by tonight. Part Three will go up as soon as it’s finished and, when all three parts are done and posted, I’ll be making an additional post that will contain the whole thing altogether.
Once again, Happy Birthday to Richard Kidder Meade!!!! I am well aware that this is probably the first time that anyone in the last two centuries has ever celebrated your birthday, so Happy 271st Birthday.
You may not be able to control what’s on your required reading list, but no one said anything about having two! Add some serious color to your fall semester with these 11 YA books that won’t be on the final but DO deserve their own highly relevant classes:
If you don't mind, 'please stay' with Lokane if you could!
On Asgard, they throw one hell of a party.
They also have booze that would put Captain America under the table in four seconds.
(Jane knows. She’s seen it.)
For a five foot nothing, one hundred something pound woman to take so much as a sip, one could only assume that she had some kind of deathwish.
Jane didn’t have one of those (she hoped), but she had to admit, drinking down a pint of Asgardian ale was certainly helping her forget all about Thor and… and…
What was her name again?
Wow, this stuff was amazing. She couldn’t even remember who she was mad at!
It was that sword fighting woman, right? The one who used to be blonde but then Loki fucked her shit up. Jane should thank him for that. They all said she’d been humiliated beyond measure. It sounded awesome!
But no, that was terrible of her. Sif (right, that was her name) had been nothing but kind and friendly to her from the start. She had treated Jane like an equal when so few of her brethren thought to do the same, and that was even before Thor saw fit to dump Jane on her ass and go shack up with the way hotter warrior woman.
But that wasn’t fair either. Jane had agreed that a break up was best for both of them. Thor was nothing but gentle in ending things, and he’d made it clear that she would always be a valued friend for as long as he lived.
This alcohol was really fucking her head up. It made her hate people who didn’t deserve it!
Worse than that, it was making her spilled her guts to people who weren’t there. She had spent twenty minutes venting to a strangely still and silent guardsmen until some well meaning kid with a water pitcher asked her why she was talking to a pillar.
While the rest of Asgard celebrated their crown prince’s engagement, Jane was carried out of the banquet hall on the back of someone who was probably a person (unless the pillars here were capable of walking and holding people). She was pretty sure the alcohol was still in effect. The ceiling was currently on the floor and vice versa, but the hands that held her were under her back and behind. That was making her incredibly confused, and Jane did not like being confused.
She was a scientist, dammit! Scientists did not get confused. They confused other people with big words and stuff.
Jane said as much to her helper as he brought her to an empty guest room. He didn’t answer her, but then again, he never did. She had probably talked his ear off since he first got hold of her. She couldn’t be sure, because the voice in her ear that sounded like her own felt like it was coming from twenty feet away.
“Boy this mead is something else,” she said, followed by a hiccup. “Would you believe I’ve never had any before?”
He said nothing, and that really wasn’t helping to disprove her sentient pillar theory.
“Do you ever talk?”
“Do you have a name?”
“Aren’t you one of Thor’s guys? I think you are. Are you Hogun? I only ask because this stuff is really strong, and before I confused a potted plant with Odin and when I yelled at it, people stared at me.”
She thought she heard a laugh. Maybe. Everything sounded far away, not just her.
“I’m just gonna guess that you’re Hogun. Think you could not tell Thor about this? Or that I did it because I’m not completely over him even though I said I was? I’d appreciate that.”
He brought her to the bed and laid her down gently. Mumbling words she couldn’t hear, he got up to leave, and Jane’s hand shot out.
“Please don’t go,” she said. It was the most coherent thing she’d been able to think since that well meaning but misguided server put a tankard in front of her while she was emotionally distressed enough to actually drink it. “Please stay… just for a little while… just until I sleep… I don’t want to be alone.”
She held him as tightly as her weak human hand could manage. If he wanted to pull away, he could have done it and taken her whole arm with him. But he stayed, and he came closer, and he sat at the edge of the bed and now Jane knew she heard a sigh from him.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I hate being alone. I never realized how much I hated it until now…”
She closed her eyes and let him move to take her hand in his. The man she thought was Hogun kept his promise, staying with her until blissful sleep claimed her mead addled brain.
She would never know that Loki stayed long after that, as the party died down and daylight broke. She wouldn’t know that he covered the windows to let her sleep longer, or held her hand even as his own fell asleep. She would never know, and he would never know why he did it.
#1077 “I’m going to cross worlds, times and fandoms with this confession - are you ready? I need Michonne from The Walking Dead to join the Company. Have you seen this woman with a sword? Orcs, GONE! Azog? Whatever! And Smaug? Just a little lizard to her. She saves Thorin, Kili & Fili, and when it’s all over she’ll throw a few mugs of mead back with our boys and have an awesome celebration. Yes I need this and I need someone to write this before BOTFA!”
This debut is equal parts haunting and sexy: every October, Cara’s family becomes inexplicably accident-prone, and as she falls in love, this is the year Cara will learn that not all scars are physical.
A new breathtaking combination of fantasy and romance from Richelle Mead: Fei lives in a village where there isn’t sound - until now. At the same time that the existence of her people becomes threatened, she hears a searing noise in the night…and sound becomes her greatest weapon.
This is the book that will grip you until dawn. Sunrise only comes every 28 years on Marin’s island, and he gets accidentally left behind with his friends when everyone leaves to wait out the long Night this time around. What they find is that in the Night, their island belongs to others…who want them gone.
This chilling AND swoon-worthy love story follows Wes, who’s drawn to an intoxicatingly beautiful but distant girl who, among other mysteries, he only seems to run into on the same block in the East Village…and has a dark secret that may answer all of his questions.
Romantics everywhere: rejoice! This is a companion to the beloved MY LIFE NEXT DOOR, which fans of Sarah Dessen and Jenny Han can NOT miss. Utterly romantic and heart-aching, it dives into the lives of Tim Mason and Alice Garrett, which become intertwined after Tim moves into the Garrett’s house to get his life on track…until an unexpected consequence of his wild days comes back to shock everyone.
“You…you got rid of that dress fast,” I pointed out between heavy breaths. “I thought you liked it.”
“I do like it,” he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. “I love it.”
And then he took me to the bed.“