Book Venture Through Fresh Literature...
Saturday September 6, 2008
September is "Read-A-New-Book Month."
What is it about reading a new book? The pages are crisp and un-crumpled. The spine is stiff and unyielding. The book cover isn't scarred by numerous times of reading the lines, or just flipping through the pages. When you have the opportunity to read a fresh work of literature--especially a classic--it's one of life's most enjoyable experiences.
Which books will you read this month?
In Darkness, Lord Byron writes:
"I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face..."
What do you see in books and literature? Does reading brighten your day, or give you new perspectives? Why do you read? Do you ever write about what you read?
What is it about reading a new book? The pages are crisp and un-crumpled. The spine is stiff and unyielding. The book cover isn't scarred by numerous times of reading the lines, or just flipping through the pages. When you have the opportunity to read a fresh work of literature--especially a classic--it's one of life's most enjoyable experiences.
Which books will you read this month?
In Darkness, Lord Byron writes:
"I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face..."
What do you see in books and literature? Does reading brighten your day, or give you new perspectives? Why do you read? Do you ever write about what you read?


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