Only eighty more pages to go! I’m planning on reading forty today and forty tomorrow. Sophomores told me that the teacher doesn’t collect the essay, so I don’t think I’m going to do anything at all for it. Maybe plan it just in case.
I think me and my siblings are going to go with my mom, her friend, and the friend’s kids to a botanical gardens or something of the sort. I’m hoping for a wonderful picnic and time to read with the scent of flowers all around me!
“I think that translating is the most profound, most intimate way of reading. A translation is a wonderful, dynamic encounter between two languages, two texts, two writers. It entails a doubling, a renewal….It was a way of getting close to different languages, of feeling connected to writers very distant from me in space and time.”
A PSA from your friendly neighborhood possum (and librarian):
With summer just around the corner, why not consider joining your local library’s summer reading program?
Get into a good book this summer! We are going to force you into a good book this summer. You are going to g͕̠e̞̦t i͍̳͎̭̼ns̹i̫͙̝̪̖̙d͍̲̰͔e̠͖̼ ͉̮̰̠t͈͕̻h̙͔̮̗̫̱͙ị͍̰̩̲s ̳̙̤̤̘̖ḇ̳͈͎͉̜ook̭͙̻͖͎͍
, and we are going to close it on you, and there is
I can read everywhere. The act of reading itself requires nothing else than a book (paper or otherwise) and a place to sit and concentrate. Which is exactly what makes it such a simple and beloved pastime for so many people all over the world.
I can (and will) read on busses, airplanes, in cars and even while walking. I’ll read while the world is in motion, and I’ll read while sitting in my bed, completely still and not moving for multiple hours. I’ll read in my living room, surrounded by candles, and I’ll read on the beach surrounded by happy noises from children and their families.
But my favorite place to read is in the forest. I’ll walk for an entire hour to get there, and sit on fallen trees with spiders, ants and beetles, while wasps and flies circle around me, and birds peruse the green leaves above us. I’ll sit there, catching rays of sunshine filtered through the green leaves, and I’ll be at peace. Me and my book in a place, that’s exactly as magical as the act of reading itself.
I grew up on the country, and trees calm me. I’ll happily ruin my clothes and get leaves in my hair, if it makes me able to lean on a tree, while I turn the paper pages which (ironically enough) were produced from a tree once.
The forest is my refuge. And this is where you’ll find me, throughout the summer. Leaning on a tree with a book in my hand.