Halfway through yet another week. I just finished reading The Time Traveler’s Wife, have been jogging everyday since I got back home, and have been incessantly daydreaming about where my life is going next. It’s not like I’m unable to live in the here and now or whatever them zen gooroos say. It’s just that I’m always somewhere else in my mind. This is not something new. Ever since I was young in grade school I as always the child looking out the window, coming home with marks on my report card saying “needs to get out of ‘la la land’, and enjoying every school trip to the library. Books have from childhood into my young adult life fed into my imagination and given me somewhere to go in my mind. Novels, short stories and poems have given me another world to enter and often after finishing one book I would find myself reacting to situations and making decisions based on what my favorite characters would do. Books have affected and influenced my life both internally and externally from the way I see myself and others to how I’ve lived my life throughout the years.
As I have not been as active on my blog as much as I would like lately due to my move to a new country, new job, new language – new life. I have been living here in France for about two months now and now that the absolute excitement and amazement is wearing away and real life is taking its place I often find myself a bit lonely and dreamy. In moments like these, I often think of recent books I’ve enjoyed and the characters whom I’ve grown to love. I’m sure my babblers out there know that feeling. When you feel completely and utterly lost in this world we are supposed to call real, but in our minds that “real” world is the inked universe between those sometimes clean, most times dusty pages.
And then when we reach those last pages of an intensely entrancing read? There is no sense of accomplishment here, but rather a sense of longing for more of this other world, beyond the scopes of our own imagination, connecting us with the writer behind it.
Such describes my feelings towards A Blindefellows Chronicle by Auriel Roe. Being her first published book, I was instantly mesmerized by the characters, happenings and stylistic techniques that brought together this novel. At the same time comic and dramatic, A Blindefellows Chronicle has become more than a physical object for me. It has become another place I can go in the back of my mind when life overwhelms me and I just need to go elsewhere, if even for a few moments, or a few pages in this sense.
Roe is currently an artist, but is heading closer and closer to a full-time career as a writer. A writer myself, Roe’s decision inspires me beyond all reason. To never let go of that “other life” – the one where your heart leads you and only then, the rest of you follows.
I had the amazing opportunity to interview Roe about her life as a writer, the thoughts, feelings and processes behind A Blindefellows Chronicle along with a set of questions that may be helpful for our up-and-coming authors out there. You can read my full review of A Blindefellows Chroniclehere. My discussion with Roe has been empowering for myself and I hope the same can be said for anyone out there – writers, artists, athletes whose grasp is torn between logic and passion… Continue reading “Author Interview: Auriel Roe”→
Welcome back to my “Life Update” series. These posts are basically just a detour back into my last few weeks and how my life has drastically changed, having moved from sunny California to nippy Joigny.
The first post of this series was really just a deep and personal reflection of my first impressions of France and in what ways my life, in terms of my overall mentality, has changed and what it has done to my perceptions of life and the world around me. In this second post I will get into some of the places and many adventures that I have had since arriving. Of course I will not be able to include everything, but I thought it would be rather fun to bring y’all into my life outside of my blog and book-reviewing. Also… Another reason for these posts? I haven’t picked up to read a single book since I got here… YIKES. That probably wouldn’t be such a big deal if my blog wasn’t umm… well… a BOOK BLOG!!! Continue reading “Life Update Part 2: Delphine et la France”→
I have an overflowing inbox of comments, nominations, tags, bookmarked posts and author requests that have no nearby end. In the past week I seem to have reached an all time low in blogging activity. Since I started my blog back in May I’ve been extremely active and have learned so much from so many bloggers that I’ve had the opportunity to know and learn from in the past few months.
With all the life changes that are going on in my life right now, despite my rising at 4 am every morning, I have been not been very loyal or attentive to my blog and readers. I know this all pretty unnecessary to write, given that every blogger, aside from being a blogger, also has a life and several responsibilities. Despite all my jokes, profanity and attempted humor I take my blog very seriously and having it means a lot to me. It has provided me with an outlet to express my thoughts and critique books I read, meet other avid readers, make publishing contacts, and explore my imagination and connections with characters and the fictional universe. So to have turned away from my blog for just the past week has definitely cracked my heart a bit so I want to first apologize to any readers that care and, of course, qualify my negligence and overall unworthiness of calling myself a “book blogger.” Continue reading “Delphine, The Unworthy Book Blogger”→
I love books and I know that all y’all do too. If you don’t, why you’re reading or following my blog remains an enigma if ya ask me. I really have no reason to be writing this right now, given the fact that this is not supposed to be a discussion post but rather a tag. But we’ll get to the tag after a short babble on the magic of books. I’ve been having a number of personal issues lately that have been putting me in a teary eyed and upside down mood lately. Reading has been my escape and solace. It’s only during reading (and my long, excruciating morning runs, but lets not get into that) that I finally find hope and make a return to joy and the hopeful possibility that theres a whole world out there just waiting to be delved into. It’s really hard for me to deal with sadness and pain so I’ve been hiding out at home and reading from early morning into the late evening only leaving the house for doctors appointments, job interviews, and to throw out the trash. If it wasn’t for books I don’t know how I would cope. Lazlo Strange, Eliza Mirk, Lara Jean Song – all my favorite characters remind me that, despite everything, there’s still hope and maybe, just maybe, things will get better. I’m sure we’ve all had some pretty low lows and I know a lot of my readers know exactly what I’m talking about when I say books save lives, in the most literal sense of the word. That’s all for now. Let’s get to the real purpose of my rambles, the Coffee Book Tag. Continue reading “Teeny-Weeny Life Update + Coffee Book Tag”→
Wake Up. Sound the alarm. Put your overalls on. Don’t forget Señor Bus Pass and Señorita House Keys. And lezzz-gooowww…. It’s Monday y’all! Get your cozy little tushy outta bed and out into friendly and dusty ‘ole reality!
Oh yeah – don’t forget to air me a big smoochie kiss down below ! Wait… whah?! ?!
Das Right – Señorita Babbler – or shall we call her lazy bikini bottoms – has used her America, the Beautiful as an excuse to call off work an cuddle up with her furry little man, Haruki and dive in on her July TBR.
So while you, my dearest fellow book-a-freaks are ringing up customers at the grocery store, pretending to listen to your smelly breath calculus professor train you on the derivatives of the evil tangent line – whatever is keeping you from gravitating from reality into the fiction world – I am here with, no, not more Murakami, at least not yet – on the TBR though (for my full July TBR visit my last post here)! I’ve been so excited about my reading plan for the month that choosing where to start proved to be the hardest part. So what more appropriate an occasion to utilize the good ‘ole ‘Eenie-meenie-minie-mow’? Continue reading “Babble To Señorita Babbler About Whatcha Reading On This Monday”→
June has been a pretty *meh* month for me. I haven’t come across anything truly worth my babbles. After reading The Circle at the beginning of the month I’m pretty sure the rest of my month of reading was tainted by that despicable piece of craftsmanship (you can find a full review of The Circlehere). I spent this afternoon finishing up on Dear Mr. M by Herman Koch and will definitely will be posting a review of it soon to share with y’all yet another one of my readerly sufferings. I wasn’t as impressed as I anticipated. The Dinner is a whole lot better. Dear Mr. M is just a bunch of twists and turns between multiple focalizers spanning the course of several years. The disappearance of a high school history teacher is what’s supposed to draw the narratives together but I found the lack of linearity very difficult to keep up with. *sigh*
If you have unfortunately stumbled upon, become strangely intrigued by, and miraculously have thereafter clicked *Follow* on Delphine’s Babble on Some Good Reads (also know as …*where you are now*) then you will have caught on by now that I truly live up to my virtual existence as a Babbler; book Babbler if you decide to grant me such an honor.
Like most of you, I myself have a life which of school, work, commitments, commitments and then some more commitments that are supposedly important. Despite the overbearing weight that life has increasingly pounded onto me I’ve always found time, one way or another to snuggle into a silent (for once) mound under my coffee-stained blanket and read. How I fit reading into my busy, yet meaningless life is another babble for another day.
Instead, why don’t we babble (it’s more like ranting, really) about the oh so « breezy » life of book blogging. Okay, I’ve only been at it for about a month now and I already feel book blogging permeating into every sphere of my life (not that I had much going for me anyway, if you so choose to endure some more of this sort of negative, yet somewhat totally common logic check out The Fear of the Literature Graduate !), and here is why: Continue reading “Book Babbler Conundrums”→