Favorites Entry 2: January 2015

     Hello, My lovelies! I'm beyond excited for today's post! I'm seriously writing this more than a week ahead of time(I would like to add that I'm not finishing in untill 1/30, though...), but I just can't wait! I want to share this month's favorites with you right this very second!

     1. My wall of poetry

My wall of beauty!

     To start things off I'd like to show you my masterpiece (Dun, dun, dunnn!)

     This my epic wall of poetry! It's actually even greater now. This picture was taken in its earliest of days. All of the poetry on this wall is my own...and, to be honest, this entire wall wouldn't be able to hold all the poetry I've written. I'm addicted to writing to poetry...it's wonderful.

     2. North and South(BBC)

     

North and South poster (via Pinterest)

     Okay, ages ago (I mean months ago) I started reading the North and South book by Elizabeth Gaskell...and I failed. I gave it try, after try, after try I wanted to love it so badly! Eventually, I broke down and watched the BBC adaption on Netflix. I loved it! I enjoyed it so much that I've been inspired to give the book yet another try. If you don't fall in love with Mr. Thornton (Richard Armitage)then I will--Well, I already have *swoon*! I love Margaret (Daniela Denby-Ashe) too! She's just awkward enough and just proper enough to be terribly likable! You have got to check this one out. You won't be disappointed!

  

     3. All the lovely books I've acquired this past month

     

My books! (Ft. the necklace from my bestie!)

     I think I went to the bookstore twice this month. Well, I went to two separate bookstores...but books are books, am I right? The first time I went, it was to my usual bookstore(with Bestie in tow). It was there that I purchased The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict by Trenton Lee Stewart (Pictured: Third from the bottom), Voss By I-have-no-idea-but-I'm-too-lazy-to-go-upstairs-and-check (Pictured: Second from the bottom), and last (but definitely not least) Bestie and I indulged and each got separate of The Complete Novels of Jane Austen (Pictured: Very bottom).

     The second bookstore visit was to the obscure bookstore in town, and, boy, was I in Heaven! So many books! So many books for really low prices! Yes, that was me sitting down on the floor starting The Fellowship of the Ring (Even though I had no money left to purchase it) while my mom continued a conversation with the lady there. 

     Anyway, from that lovely place I purchased The Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson (Pictured: Very tippity-top), In Bloom By Louisa May Alcott (Pictured: Smack in the middle), Blue Willow By Doris Gates (Pictured: Second from top), and The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle By Avi (Pictured: Third from top).

     Wow, look at how much I wrote on my bookstore visits alone...nerd, much?

     4. These vintage postcards

Postcard #1 (front only)

Postcard #2 (Front and back)

     The same day Bestie and I hit the bookstore...we also hit the local antiques mall. We scored with our super vintage, super obscure vintage postcards. We each got two...and they are lovely!
     Side note: Postcard #1 just might be my new blog photo...

     5. East and West Vlog (Web series)

East and West Vlog opening sequence (via Google Images)

     Guys. Guys. GUYS.  I found my a new favorite web series!! This is a modern take on North and South, and it's so good! The acting is top notch...and I have never been so inspired to give the book another try! Here's the link to the first episode if you want to check it out! It's seriously amazing!

      Well, that's January 2015 for you guys! Let me know about your favorites of this month!

The Wrong Question

     Lately I've still been feeling like an alien. 

     The reason why I so often feel like an alien is not because I'm better or worse than everyone else around me. I think I'm just in my own square of individuality, and I look at everyone else like they're in one big square. 
     I mean, I've gotten past most of it, but I've realized something. I've been spending a lot of time just asking myself why I'm this way. It seems like there's only me, and then all of you. Which is really and awful way to look at it, I'm one of you, aren't I? I'm not superior or inferior to anybody...and yet, I feel as if I'm both at once...
     The problem is, I've been asking myself the wrong question.
     The real question is: How is everyone else different from me?
     The truth is, they're not. We're all different, obviously, but we're all the same. 
     How is everyone different than me?
     They aren't.
     We're all individuals, yes. We're all ourselves, yes. But it is never me against everybody else. It is never a category where there's me...and then you. This is not a book where there's one chapter about me and 20 chapters about everyone else. This is not a book where there are 20 chapters about me and a single chapter about everybody else. I guess we're all in this together. Even if you feel like you know it's about you more than others, or about others more than you...we're all in this together. 
     We like to believe that we know this, but we don't. We don't understand that treating everyone with kindness, and love, and genuine care is the only way that we can even try to show everyone else that the line between inferior and superior does not exist. There is no line. 
     I always kind of feel that I'm on the outside looking in on everyone else. I think I'll feel this way for a long time...but I think it's because everyone is on the outside looking in at everyone else. I thought it was just me...that I was the only one who really felt this way, but I believe that we've all felt like an alien. I've never felt intimidated by this feeling, I've only felt lost and challenged. Lost because I seemed to have no direction to go, and challenged to find a direction. 
     You are in a square...but you're not the only one.

   
    "Have no fear, you will
     find your way.
     It's in your bones.
     It's in your soul."
                          --Mark Z. Danielewski