A Year’s Review of Fiction
Author: Sam
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blog, Books, RamblingsA Year's Review of Non-Fiction
Innocence & Vacancy
blog, Books, Fiction, RamblingsA Year's Review of Fiction
Adventures in Reality
blog, Books, RamblingsA Year's Review of Non-Fiction
Malaised.
blog, Ramblings, UncategorizedA Tale of Loss, the Gift of Good Teachers, and how I almost didn't graduate College.
Coffee and Wine.
blog, Books, Life, Ramblings, UncategorizedHow one thing could teach us something else
The Undead Medium.
blog, Books, FictionLast Year’s Fiction
A Year of Nonfiction.
blog, UncategorizedIt seems like time keeps pushing me faster and faster through life because this year seriously arrived, tipped its hat, and left with a flourish of its coat that it never took off. With that, however, this year was really the year where I read books. Quite a few books actually.
Okay, I read books annually, but they’ve always been casual when I’ve “found the time to read” or when I’ve scrambled together a few minutes between classes. As much as I would love to always be in the sanctuary of green leaves and tall trees reading for long whiles desirable books of my choosing (meaning they weren’t assigned to me), that typically gets planned in advance. And prepared for.
The Beauty of Intimate Spaces.
blog, Ramblings, UncategorizedIf there’s one thing that you can’t tell just by staring at me, it’s the undying love I have for Kelly Clarkson. I love her, her music, her voice, her personality, her talents, her concerts, everything. I don’t know when it started, however, it had to have been around the time she won Idol. It’s a musical interest that has made a lot of people laugh, for obvious reasons, but I love her nonetheless. Always have, always will. Idol days to dyin’ days.
Charlie and A Game of Cricket.
blog, Ramblings, UncategorizedThere is many-a-convo one can hear while touring the Biltmore. I mean, it’s a great place for family and friends but sometimes you’ll overhear certain things from other visitors that stick in your mind just because they’re so prominent: like one older lady that seemed to proclaim to the entire courtyard “Well I haven’t been on my feet this much since nineteen-eighty-five!” Or the small child that lost his mind when news was broken to him that the lions by the front door didn’t come alive at night (a claim I can neither prove nor disprove myself).
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