Hella Excited

 

HBO’s Insecure is back. Four episodes have aired, but I’m not sure if I should start watching or wait to binge-watch the whole second season.

As I don’t mind spoilers I have been reading the episode recaps and it sounds like there are solid scripts and acting to look forward to.

I am a little afraid though. Season One ended in such heartbreak and I don’t want to have to cope with even more of that. I guess I am Team Issa-Lawrence, meaning I want them to get back together. Yeah, yeah, I know I’m a sentimental fool.

The Truth About Love

O Tell Me the Truth About Love

Some say love’s a little boy,

And some say it’s a bird,

Some say it makes the world go round,

Some say that’s absurd,

And when I asked the man next door,

Who looked as if he knew,

His wife got very cross indeed,

And said it wouldn’t do.

 

Does it look like a pair of pyjamas,

Or the ham in a temperance hotel?

Does its odour remind one of llamas,

Or has it a comforting smell?

Is it prickly to touch as a hedge is,

Or soft as eiderdown fluff?

Is it sharp or quite smooth at the edges?

O tell me the truth about love.

 

Our history books refer to it

In cryptic little notes,

It’s quite a common topic on

The Transatlantic boats;

I’ve found the subject mentioned in

Accounts of suicides,

And even seen it scribbled on

The backs of railway guides.

 

Does it howl like a hungry Alsatian,

Or boom like a military band?

Could one give a first-rate imitation

On a saw or a Steinway Grand?

Is its singing at parties a riot?

Does it only like Classical stuff?

Will it stop when one wants to be quiet?

O tell me the truth about love.

 

I looked inside the summer-house;

It wasn’t even there;

I tried the Thames at Maidenhead,

And Brighton’s bracing air.

I don’t know what the blackbird sang,

Or what the tulip said;

But it wasn’t in the chicken-run,

Or underneath the bed.

 

Can it pull extraordinary faces?

Is it usually sick on a swing?

Does it spend all its time at the races,

or fiddling with pieces of string?

Has it views of its own about money?

Does it think Patriotism enough?

Are its stories vulgar but funny?

O tell me the truth about love.

 

When it comes, will it come without warning

Just as I’m picking my nose?

Will it knock on my door in the morning,

Or tread in the bus on my toes?

Will it come like a change in the weather?

Will its greeting be courteous or rough?

Will it alter my life altogether?

O tell me the truth about love.

 

By WH Auden (!907-1973)

Conversations With the Dead

There are these things in my head and they trickle like cold water into my heart. I suspect I feel more than I used to, yet less than I did yesterday when your letter came.

Reading your news, I could see what I needed to do, but the moment it was back in its envelope, I was back to normal. Is that normal?

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Top Ten Tuesday: Book Covers I Love

Today’s Top Ten Tuesday meme, hosted by The Broke and the Bookish is a freestyle one about book covers. I’m gonna be boring and post ten book covers I love. The Dracula one may not even be the a published book: I think it’s a competition entry, but I would surely buy an edition with that cover.

Top Three Tuesday:Books I Wish Were Part of a Ten-Book Series

It seems that every fantasy and sci-fi book that’s been published in recent years has been a trilogy, at very least. So, I sometimes take it for granted, when I read a new book belonging to these two genres, that there’ll be another two books to enjoy once I’ve finished the first. For this week’s Top Ten Tuesday meme (hosted by  The Broke and the Bookish), I’m listing three books that I wish were part of longer series.

Seraphina by Rachel Hartmann – I realised it wasn’t going to be a trilogy when I got to the end of the sequel Shadow Scale and eagerly asked my book merchandiser friend (who had recommended Seraphina in the first place) when number three was due to be published. She said there was only going to be two books and I was crushed.

But perhaps not as crushed as when I found out that …

The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison is a standalone.

The Imperial Radch series is a trilogy, but I want more books.

In all three cases, it’s my attachment to and interest in the books’ main characters that make me want more stories about them. Just re-reading the books that exist would be like looking at pictures of a friend and never learning anything new about their lives.