So it's a teeny bit late to start getting worried about this (seeing as how it's due in tomorrow) but is it really lame to be writing a story about an angel? He's a fairly amoral kind of an angel - what with the being the lover of a 15 year old - but still: angel. ::frets::

``All this she must possess,'' added Darcy, ``and to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.''

Brilliant! yet alas! this little sentence has sparked off yet another one of my silly stories, all I have to do is replace "reading" with "pastry"...

By the way...

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I'm having the most horrible nightmares about zombies. Really horrible nightmares. And they're starting to spill over into my waking hours - I keep thinking I see some terrifying phantasm lurking in the corner of my vision - I spin around and there's nothing there... at least not anymore, and it leaves me pale, and shaking and stammering. And it's ( Read more... )

1) The number of books I've owned?Well...I have two bookcases filled to bursting in my room, a few bags filled with books under my bed, half my wardrobe is full of books, and there are a couple of suitcases in the garage stuffed with the books that I couldn’t manage to balance precariously on top of the books already balanced precariously in ( Read more... )

Well, North and South is over, and I’m in such a fever-- my cheeks burn as my heart quickens and my breathing becomes shallow -- sure, it may be because I’m still ill, but I like to think I’m overcome with the Romantic intensity of it all, like some young girl from the days of old, who needs some dashing young man to sway some smelling salts under ( Read more... )

Lying in bed one night, her eyes fell upon a small crack in the white painted wainscoting. She didn’t know why she’d never noticed it before, despite the fact that it was in the dark corner of the room, partly obscured by the large mahogany cupboard that was too heavy to move ( Read more... )

Yes, I apologise, yet more shoddy uni inspired rambles.

‘Turn Loose the Swans: Yeats and his Yearning’

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I really enjoyed this novel - which surprised me, because it's not the kind of thing I would usually go in for - it's too slow, too descriptive, too "let's write an angsty novel, full of people sitting around in darkened rooms, having very deep and philosophical discussions" But for some reason it struck a chord. So. Here are some thoughts ( Read more... )