
It's like a gravestone on my reading.
You might have once been told that April brings showers and paves the way for May’s beautiful flowers. You might have been told that April is a time to celebrate life! And joy! And Easter! And family! And baby animals!
But you’ve been lied to your whole life. April is, instead, the time when all of your professors look at you and say “I’ve been going too easy on you! I’ve been too nice to you! Really, I want to see you suffer.” April is the month when students get the look of Perpetual Exhaustion on their faces. It’s the month when if you so much as sigh too loudly in the library, you’ll hear the collective tensing up of a crowd of caffeine-strung out seniors in the stacks. So much as think about forgetting to put your phone on silence and you’ll hear pencils crack around the room. April has come early.
That is why, fellow book bloggers, I am taking a self-imposed break from blogging. I will still post the March and Women’s History Month wrap up, and maybe I’ll give you a Sunday Salon or two, just to catch up, but I hardly have any time to read, let alone blog about what I’ve read. Don’t worry, May will be the month of catching up, because I won’t be doing anything but recovering, and recovering involves reading lots and lots of books (and then reviewing them for you).
Here’s a list of the things I need to do, so we can both have the satisfaction of crossing them off the list when I’m done:
25 pages: Thesis
3 pages: Paper on Viaje al Alcarria, Nada, and Ciudad de los perros
Exam in Spanish 317
10-15 pages: Final paper in Spanish 483 – watch 10 episodes of Cuéntame and analyze the use of gender in situations of power
I think there might be a final presentation in this class too…
2-8 pages: Any reaction papers still left
5-8 pages: Final paper in Spanish 481 – still no topic…
2 pages: 481 lit paper
at least 10 pages: Final poetry portfolio
Publish Spring 2009 edition of Aubade
Read and Review two more books of poetry (to be cross-posted here!)
Finish applying to grad school by 4/14!
Wish me luck! I’ll see you when I see you!




I’ve been slacking on the BTT lately, but I really liked last week’s question and this week’s, so I thought I would combine them into one fantabulous post. The two questions were “The Worst Best Book You Ever Read” and “The Best Worst Book you Ever Read.” The first one is the slightly easier question. But my answer might make me lose some readers, I’m just warning you.
I’m going to cheat a little bit on this one, because The House on Mango Street is not considered a “bad” book, nor does it have many negative reviews at all. It’s a wonderful book, and I know that and you know that, but my 9th grade freshman English class did not know that. This book brings back lots of memories – we had to read it the summer before we started high school. I loved this book, I remember reading it at the bus stop before I got picked up for my first day of school, all jittery and nervous. The House on Mango Street calmed me down. It is so beautiful and poetic. So I was disappointed when I got to my English class that first week and everyone was complaining about how boring and confusing it was. It is still one of my favorite required reading books to this day.
“Is it her, will she know
“The trouble began long before June 9, 1976, when I became aware of it, but June 9 is the day I remember. It was my twenty-sixth birthday. It was also the day I met Rufus – the day he called me to him for the first time.”
” ‘I’ll always do whatever you want, Amma. You know that.’ Nazia pressed her face in the crook of Amma’s neck, breathing in the scent of jasmine, tangy sweat and mustard oil.


