Archive for May, 2008
Southern Haiku Contest
In southern reading challenge on May 31, 2008 at 3:18 amUntitled
In reading on May 29, 2008 at 12:45 am2008 Read-a-thon
In Readathon, reading on May 26, 2008 at 12:02 amOne of the great things about this event (besides the reading,) is that participants can get their friends and loved ones to sponsor them to raise money for Reading Is Fundamental. I think I’m going to just donate a set amount to RIF.
Book Awards 2
In Book Awards Reading Challenge on May 22, 2008 at 2:32 am1. Looking for Alaska – John Green (Printz 2006)
So many book challenges, so little time
In Classics Challenge, fiction on May 21, 2008 at 3:33 amName Your Homeplace Contest
In southern reading challenge on May 18, 2008 at 7:18 pmWeekly Geek #3
In Dewey's weekly geeks, poetry on May 14, 2008 at 1:33 am
Late Fragment
In poetry on May 11, 2008 at 5:51 pmRest In Peace
Gloria Jean Floyd
May 4, 1945 – May 3, 2008
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
-Raymond Carver
The Stolen Child
In Triple 8 challenge, once upon a time 2 on May 8, 2008 at 3:17 amThe Stolen Child (2007)
Keith Donohue
336 pages
4.5 out of 5
Challenges Progress
In challenges on May 7, 2008 at 3:06 amI don’t think I’m going to sign up for anymore challenges this year. I’m starting to get just a little swamped.
In their shoes : 3 out of 10
Triple 8: 27/56
Short story: 2/5
The Pub Challenge 2/8
Once upon a time: 3/5
Mini-challenge 9/12
Man Booker 1/7
Spirituality 0/3
Soup’s On 1/4
Graphic Novel 7/6
You set it paperback 0/6
Book Awards 9/12
Southern Reading Challenge 0/3
D.E.A.R. completed
48 hour challenge start date pending
Okay, that’s it, no more challenges. Now I’m off to read.
Southern Reading Challenge
In Book Awards Reading Challenge, fiction, southern reading challenge on May 4, 2008 at 7:35 pmA Day of Poetry
In poetry on May 2, 2008 at 2:08 amOtherwise
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
hav ebeen otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.
Jane Kenyon, from “Otherwise” (19997)






