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Can every book shop have one of these please?
This week's reading for pleasure line-up consists of:
Yes means Yes!: Visions of Female Sexual Power and a World Without Rape - Jaclyn Friedman & Jessica Valenti
Salinger - David Shields & Shane Salerno
Love is a Dog from Hell - Charles Bukowski
The notable school reads of this week were:
The Taming of the Shrew - Shakespeare (finished earlier in the week)
To the Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf (also finished earlier in the week)
I heard today (unofficially) that I was accepted as a Wilson Scholar (or maybe even a Fellow!) which means that there will soon be an extra section of research-based materials and eventually a section of young adult literature/literature books that I'll classify for my research project as things that I am presently reading.
It was some feeling of completeness perhaps which, ten years ago, standing almost where she stood now, had made her say that she must be in love with the place. Love had a thousand shapes. There might be lovers whose gift it was to choose out the elements of things and place them together and so, giving them a wholeness not theirs in life, make of some scene, or meeting of people (all now gone and separate), one of those globed compacted things over which thought lingers, and love plays.
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse