Words and stories - How do I just start writing this damn scene already? 107 Ironclad Rules for Writers Who Want to Be Better at Writing : Tom McAllister. 10 Beautiful Words About Love That Don’t Exist in English. Peter Pan, Alzheimer's Patient. During a stretch in my life when you might suppose that children’s lit would have had its weakest hold on me—my twenties, with childhood solidly behind me and marriage and children not yet firming on the horizon—I idled my way through a number of old-fashioned classics.
I read “Pinocchio” and “The Secret Garden” and “The Wind in the Willows.” I read “Heidi” and “Tom Sawyer” and “Kim” and “Penrod” and the Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen. “Journey to the Center of the Earth,” “Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea.” “Little Women,” “Little Men.” “Black Beauty,” “White Fang.” I liked a good many of the books, but I’ve regularly gone back to revisit only two: Robert Louis Stevenson’s “Treasure Island” (1883) and J. “Peter Pan” is another matter: a different book whenever you pick it up. This may all sound terribly arch and glib (the boy who never grew up subsiding into a second childhood without ever leaving his first?)
J. The riddle of his existence? Christopher Reeve’s wife writes him a love letter after he is paralyzed. Magical Song. Hairiest Books Of All Time. Rabbit, Bun By John Updike A tragic tale of losing one’s career and direction, Rabbit, Bun tells the story of Harriet “Rabbit” Angstrom, a 26-year-old ballerina, whose volatile relationship with her coach leads to exile from the New York City Ballet Company.
Unsure of where she fits into a society outside of dance, Harriet refuses to wear anything besides her unitard and tights, and for months, never lets her hair out of a bun. From pirouetting down a mall’s escalator to giving her estranged family serious attitudes, Harriet struggles to find meaning in her new life free from chaînés. A novel about truly letting one’s hair down and learning how to gel into a community after loss, John Updike’s Rabbit, Bun masterfully blends tutus and updos to create one of the highlights of 20th century American fiction. “The power of the novel comes from a sense, not absolutely unworthy of Thomas Hardy, that the universe hangs over our faces like a great set of hopeless bangs.
Infinite Chest Hair. Unusual Words Rendered in Bold Graphics. By Maria Popova A visual A-Z of the hidden treasures of language.
As a lover of language and words, especially obscure and endangered words, I was instantly besotted with Project Twins’ visual interpretations of unusual words, originally exhibited at the MadArt Gallery Dublin during DesignWeek 2011. Acersecomic A person whose hair has never been cut. Biblioclasm The practice of destroying, often ceremoniously, books or other written material and media. Cacodemonomania The pathological belief that one is inhabited by an evil spirit. Dactylion An anatomical landmark located at the tip of the middle finger. Enantiodromia The changing of something into its opposite. Fanfaronade Swaggering; empty boasting; blustering manner or behavior; ostentatious display.
Critical Charlize. Magazine - Honors Track. “The exam went off without a hitch, and from there, stopping just didn’t make sense.
Before each Calc test, we convened at Jill’s house to work out the answers.” Brian Finke We were sedulous. We were driven. Our vocabularies were formidable and constantly expanding. We arrived at school early and put in twelve-hour days. Most of us had older siblings who’d been there before. At various times throughout the school day, we pictured those offer letters. Nancy Kim knew what waiting for a letter like that was like. She mailed off her sonata in December and waited for the results. “Dude, stop freaking out,” Vikram Sengupta would say. Maybe Nancy should have sent the minuet. By April, the tension of waiting had taken its toll on Nancy. One Tuesday, she blazed into American History ten minutes before the morning bell. May shrugged. After that, Nancy gave up writing her symphony. We studied constantly, but never enough; we always had more to learn, more to cram in. “Cool,” Neil said. We judged.