As interns we are allocated 22 days of leave annually, and we are allowed a maximum of eight days per four months. This ensures that we don’t miss out too much of any of our rotations, but necessitates some fine planning if one wishes to take a break.
So instead of going very far for a weekend breakaway, we learn to explore the gems spread around the Eastern Cape. Continue reading
South African schools don’t really study The Giver by Lois Lowry as prescribed reading, so I finally read it last weekend. I had been putting it off for years but it is such a quick and easy read that I could read it in an afternoon.
Guys, I had so many thoughts about it afterwards. On GoodReads I gave it a pretty high rating, BECAUSE THERE WAS NO “QUESTION-MARK” OPTION! I have never felt so conflicted about a book before. Okay, maybe once before, in Lord of the Flies, after that whole thing with the rock happened. That was unnecessary.
My name be Ice Cream Fifteen Star. This be the tale of how I bring the cure to all the Nighted States, save every poory children, brief for life. Is how a city die for selfish love, and rise from this same smallness. Be how the new America begin, in wars against all hope – a country with no power in a world that hate its life. So been the faith I sworn, and it ain’t evils in no world nor cruelties in no red hell can change the vally heart of Ice Cream Star.
In the ruins of a future America, fifteen-year-old Ice Cream Star and her people survive by scavenging in the detritus of an abandoned civilization. Theirs is a world of children – by the time they reach the age of twenty, each of them will die of the disease they call posies. Continue reading
Linking up with Christine from Bookishly Boisterous for this post – the first time this year! In her words, It allows book bloggers (or any blogger, for that matter) to write about pretty much anything, bookish or otherwise.
This year I rather bravely attempted a bookish challenge, consisting of reading many different genres.
For the Philosophy category I read The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch.
For those of you who want to point out that this book isn’t actually philosophy, besides being philosophical… I get that now. But it was filed under philosophy and I didn’t know any better. Sigh.
Phil Jourdan’s Praise of Motherhood is a memoir of sorts – a memoir of mourning. When his mother dies unexpectedly, Jourdan is left with memories of a mother who supported him through his troubled childhood, a mother who surely had some secret life, a mother who was his mother unabashed, regardless of any perceived faults.
His loss is accompanied by the useless platitudes from those who mourn with him. Jourdan writes candidly about his response to these good intentions.
Today on Top Ten Tuesday with The Broke and the Bookish we share which characters we would most like to change places with for twenty-four hours.
I thought this would be easy as pie – turns out not! I realised that I read a LOT of messed up and dark books. For example, awesome as little Rue is… I don’t want to change places with her. In no particular order, my Top Ten: