I'm planning on buying one of these e-reader gadgets. I'm a die hard book person and I love my personal library of books. But when I'm working out on my elliptical, I have to read to survive the 20 minutes. I've tried TV...and it drags on. I've tried just focusing on the exercise...that's worse. But when I read, it's heavenly! The time flies by and before I know it, I'm done! But try reading a book while walking on an elliptical. I bought the elliptical because it had a great book rack. Well maybe I bought it for other reasons, too. However, the book rack was a big selling point. No matter, I strain to see the words. I thought a Kindle or something perched on the book rack, bright, with large font, would simplify the reading...and thus speed along the exercise.
I'm looking to my blog friends to see which product is their favorite. Besides checking with my friends, I'll do a little on-line research. It's a big thing, moving away from books. I always keep my favorite books to add to my shelves and sell back the not-so-favorite at the 1/2 price bookstore. So, if I like an e-book, do I go buy the hard version? How do book people do this???? I will not give up my library. Do those e-book covers, look like books? Feel like books? Do you put those in your library? This is my dilemma. I will keep you posted on how it pans out.
Don't miss my NEW Bossypants review (under Memoirs & Autobiographies)
and The Secret Life of CeeCee Wilkes review (under the Fiction tab).
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and The Secret Life of CeeCee Wilkes review (under the Fiction tab).
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Sunday, June 19, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Catching up...
I‘ve been a bit negligent on updating my blog. However, I have been right on top of my reading. I finished Waiting for Superman and am wrapping up I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. I just had to re-read Maya Angelou’s book. It was one of my favorites. I looked it up on line because I wasn’t sure if it was a memoir or if it was fiction. As it turns out, it is autobiographical…which only makes the story all that much more poignant. She also wrote a poem by the same name; another surprise. I love this book!! Really, you don’t need to lose any sleep over my missing reviews…lol. Please be assured that I will write the reviews on the two books, zip up a new writing piece for the the front page and post everything this weekend.
I know why the caged bird sings
by Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.
But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
by Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.
But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
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