Brin's Books

I like stealing things. My friend blogged a post about the first book she read this summer. I think she's going to put more, but maybe not. I don't know what her plans are. But either way, it gave me an idea.

Lately, and also throughout the years, I've wished I had a list of what books I've read, and how many times each. Unfortunately the library does not keep a record of what you've checked out once it's been returned and fines paid for. I've read way too many books to know by memory, plus my memory is less than stellar.

But why not start now?
Also, I've been very happy lately and being happy makes me extra talkative, and I like my blog because I can talk to it and it doesn't matter if people have to listen to me ramble.

And I just decided I will make a new blog just for my books.

Brin's Books

Enjoy! Or ignore, whichever you prefer.

Day 23 - Happily Marry After

Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.

The second picture is the book that I actually read, but the first one conveys the book a little better. I never did understand the cover before. 

Picking a favorite book is hard for me. I love all books, almost. I love to read, anyhow. I used to devour books. I still do when they're good, but now I try to read more classics so it takes me a bit more to get through them. 

Pipit's Song hit a chord when I read it, so I loved it. I don't even know what chord that would be. My guess could be that I hunger for romance novels that continue on after the wedding. 90+% of chick flicks and romance novels just stop once the couple ends up together. Yeah, that's sweet, but why should we take their happily ever after as granted? 

Working through marriage is the hardest part of love, and the most rewarding. 

I know we shouldn't take media as examples of life, but we all know that we all do at least a little. I have lots of examples of marriages in my life, but I want more. What makes a happy marriage? Tell me how. Tell me why. This book does a little, and I love it.

Day 5 - High School Me

Day 5 – A photo of yourself from high school.


High School was still just yesterday for me. Some people loved it, more hated it.
I was one of the ones that did everything Senior year. The list is long, but the main three are big enough by themselves, and yes, I am very proud of my accomplishments. 

I was Senior Class Secretary, though that sounds classier and cooler than it really is. Class presidencies do very little, though Seniors have one or two bigger responsibilities than the other two. This one will stay following me for the next 5 years if not the rest of my life, as reunions fall into our hands.

I was in Madrigals, the Vice President. Though, admittedly, I'm the only one who cares about that second part. It sounds just a titch nicer on resumes =D I LOVED Madrigals and I miss being in a choir. An exclusive choir, that is. Not that I like being exclusive and "better," but because massive choirs where you're just a small notch in the noise detector aren't all that inviting. Ensemble choirs are fantastic because what you do with your voice actually matters. You need to improve every aspect of the way you personally sing or else the whole group suffers. You grow more, and you feel more. Also, its a friend-friendlier group. In Mads I was lucky enough to have most of the Mads already my friends, so we had tons of fun together on trips and performances. We spent a ridiculous amount of time together and I wouldn't trade those memories for anything.

The last third of my major contributions to Granger High was the most infuriating one. But sometimes I'm pretty sure I miss it the most. I was the Journalism Editor-in-Chief. I was in charge of the newspaper. It was challenging; it made me mad; it never lived up to my hopes and rarely my expectations; I could never do everything I wanted to do with it; I had too much to do and not enough time and definitely not enough resources; I never had enough support. But I gave my all to it (the all that wasn't involved in the other million things I was super involved in) and I ache to go back and do more. I LOVED creating and running the newspaper. The one time I had the chance to actually write an article was thrilling (because it was the only article during the whole year worth writing). However, it completely horrifies me that I will probably never get the chance to do something like that again. To work up the hierarchy of real journalism, you have to do tons of dirty, boring work that I'll never be willing to do. Like I said, I hate writing articles that aren't worth my time, and 90% of them wouldn't be.