First and Last Lines

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. Another day waking up next to someone I’ve grown to hardly know. I force myself out of bed, sliding my feet into worn slippers. I begin my daily routine. I make my way to the closet and laying out my husband’s clothes for the day. Then I was off to the kitchen to make breakfast and pack lunches for the 3 members of my family, while also slipping something extra into my own coffee to help me get threw another breakfast with people who no longer knew how to care. My two children were once the brightest thing in my live, aside from my husband, but kids grow up, no longer caring to spend time with their “mommy”. They both rush out grabbing their bags and making it last minute to the bus leaving me alone with him, we awkwardly sit there not having anything to say while he pretends to read the morning paper while I sip my coffee. Suddenly he stands up, gathers his things and slides over to me kissing me on the cheek, a rather unnecessary gesture at this point no one here to put on a show for, and leaves to spend his day at a dead end job everyone knows he hates. I sit there for a moment and enjoy the silence for a moment before getting up and making another cup of my special coffee. And I start my day being the obedient house wife I’ve leaved to be. Cleaning every inch of every room, laundry, dishes, all becoming a 

bit more enjoyable the more I drink. Hours have passed since everyone’s left and I’m left alone in my now blurry sense of everything, I no longer have anything to distract me, so I make another drink. I stumble and make my way to the couch, maybe I can enjoy a bit of TV before everyone comes home. I glance over at the clock and notice only a short time before I’m no longer alone, I need to attempt to get myself together. I make my way down the hallways and make it into the bathroom, almost falling at this point I gather myself into the shower and wash away the sweat from cleaning all morning. I step out of the shower and just stand there for a moment letting the water drip down my body. I grab the towel, wrapping it around my body and slowly make my way to the bedroom and get dressed. By the time I’m done getting ready most of the family have found their way home and into their own routine of little fights, and staying in their own rooms where they prefer to be. I sit back on the couch with another glass and wait around until it’s time to make food for everyone again. At 6pm my husband finally makes it home, he mumbles “Hi” and makes his way past me, I can faintly smell cheap perfume coming off his clothes, and I swallow more of my drink. 7:30 rolls around and I make my way to the kitchen and begin to make dinner, once it’s made everyone sits down in their usual spot, mine being across from my husbands. We all hold hands and say grace before they scarf down their meal and try to make a fast escape from each others presence. I’m usually left alone to clean up the mess, of course making another drink before doing so. The rest of my evening is uneventful, I no longer had any wifely tasks to complete, unless later on my husband’s feeling “affectionate”.  So I make my way to my own little study with my cup in hand and sit down in my chair. I close my eyes, head drooping, like a person drunk for so long she no longer knows she’s drunk, and then, drunk, awoke to the world which lay before me.

first and last lines

"The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new." ― Samuel Beckett, Murphy
Samuel Beckett 

Born: April 13, 1906

Died: December 22 , 1989
 Samuel Barclay Beckett was an Irish avant-garde novelist, playwright, theater director, and poet, who lived in Paris for most of his life. 
Murphy was published in 1938
The book is about a man, hes apparently  seedy. He likes to rock in his chair a lot also. And then he stars a job as a nurse. And he falls in love, and theirs a lover triangle of some sort. 
Honestly, this book sounds confusing and not something i would wanna read. I was confounded even trying to figure out what it was about.Im sure its not a bad book, but a little to dull for my taste. 



"I closed my eyes, head drooping, like a person drunk for so long she no longer knows shes drunk, and then, drunk, awoke to the world which lay before me."- Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes
Miguel de Cervantes

Born: September 29, 1547

Died: April 22, 1616
 Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, often known mononymously as Cervantes, was a Spanish novelist, poet, and playwright

Publication date 1605 

This book comes in different parts and its in Spanish. I have little to no interest to ever read this book. Its very old and doesn't make any sense. 

Quotes

“The story of Adam and Eve has less to do with evil than the cosmic human sadness that relationships are never straightforward, never pure enough.”
― Darcey Steinke, Suicide Blonde

“People make the rules of society, not God.”
― V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic  

“Sometimes you need to lie make the world go around”
― Koushun Takami, Battle Royale 

“And the rest is rust and stardust.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

Dream threads

I can see myself laying in my bed and I try to wake myself up but it won’t work. Still confused, and frightened trying to figure out what was going on, or where I am. I all I can see is myself, in a bed I can only guess is my own, I take a glance around the room from where I’m stuck in place, it looks like mine. Everything seemed normal, my room looked like it had when I went to sleep, but something was off. I knew I wasn’t together, half of me was asleep and not aware of things going on around. The room slowly starts to get dark and change, things start moving more, the more I get scared and worked up it seems the worst things get. I frantically thought of ways the wake the other half of me up before something happened. Things just kept getting darker and things began to walk around and come alive it seemed. I tried to calm myself, I thought if I could calm down everything would go away, right as I had that thought I heard a loud sound and saw something appear in the corner and start making its way towards my sleeping self. I tried to scream to wake myself up, or to warn myself. I tried with all I had to move or make a sound. I was stuck, paralyzed and petrified as he stalked through the shadows, his knife gleaming in the moonlight.

Writers as readers

1.  When I read I have to be in a completely silent room, I get distracted so easy, and reading is hard enough for me I need to concentrate. Whenever I do put aside to read I’m usually make my bed and but a ton of pillows in the corner and just snuggle up and read. If I’m really into a book and plan to read a long time I usually have some snacks like gold fish or something little like that. I like a ton of light when I’m reading.

2.   I’m so picky about the books I read, I don’t like a book if it has things that can’t happen. I hate reading fairy tales, and science fiction. I like realistic things. I read a lot of books about young adults just kind of going through life and learning. I’m kind of the same way with movies, I don’t like fantasy at all. It’s just always seemed silly and uninteresting to me, even as a kid I disliked it a lot.

5.   The book I ever got most excited about was flowers in the attic. I couldn’t put it down, and it’s a     pretty big book (the version I have just has the first two books mashed together making it about 700     pages). When I finally got it I sat down and couldn’t stop reading it. I just had wanted to read it for so long, and it honestly was a really easy read, and I just thought how it was written was super pretty. And it was just super interesting and there were so many twists and drama, and I was honestly surprised by a lot that happen, I can usually guess what’s going to happen.  I just never read a book and cared about the charters until reading this book.

7.  The first book I ever remember reading was Crank by Ellen Hopkins. It was in 5^th grade, I always hated reading and I ending up finding this book and thought it looked like an easy fast read so I read it. This book just stands out because it was the first book I finished and wasn’t forced to read. Also I got in a lot of trouble for doing a report on a book about a meth addicted teenage, my parents got called in but all they said were “attest she’s reading”.

9.   When I finished reading suicide blonde, I was so angry afterwards because you just read about this girls trying to figure out what to do with herself, and her love life. And how she’s so worried and hung up over her long term boyfriend, and at the end she walks in to see the worst possible outcome and it just ends with her somehow OK with the situation?? It was a roller coaster of a book and the ending was so dramatic yet it made me so mad the last few pages fell so flat, it’s like they rushed it and just had her be ok she the writer could end the book.