Tag Archives: books

A case of the Mondays

30 Apr

So far the trickiest part of these gratitude posts has been coming up with non-lame post titles. I’d say I’m about 50/50 right now. I know it’s Tuesday, but here’s what was awesome about yesterday:

1. Dinner with my baby broski (he makes really awesome music, which you should go listen to immediately.)

2. Curry-apple-veggie meatloaf

3. Arrested Development (sooooo close to getting new episodes!)

4. Christopher Moore (currently re-reading Bloodsucking Fiends after snagging a copy at my local ARC)

5. Flowy skirts on freshly-shaved legs (especially when it’s my first leg-shave in months)

6. Dogger walks

7. Gorgeous weather (even once it started getting dark!)

8. Yarn

9. Neutral Milk Hotel is reuniting for a (very limited) tour!

10. And Daniel Johnston is opening the Asheville show! This probably means I need to take a trip to N.C.

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Winning the war on TEABS

31 Jan

I know, I’m terrible. I really have been blogging-ish, just on Tumblr. Which, if you want to know what I’m doing, is a way more reliable place than WordPress. And what I’ve been doing is waging a war on TEABS (The End of an Awesome Book Syndrome). 

I’m a voracious reader with a not-so-secret affinity for YA fiction. This means my heartstrings are constantly getting tugged, nay, lawnmower cord-ripped, by fictional high schoolers learning about love and magic and shit at boarding school/summer camp/dark magical forests, etc. By the time I have finished my chosen book (or rather, by the time it’s finished with me), I have invariable been reduced to a puddle of all the feels. I wouldn’t change a word, and yet I crave more! I’m never ready to leave the world that I’ve been so thoroughly immersed in, albeit usually for less than 24 hours (what can I say, when I read, i read HARD).

My name is Caitlyn, and I have TEABS.

This past weekend, I was wallowing in TEABS-induced melancholy after speeding through Sarah Zarr’s Sweethearts. Now I love my fella, he is the best dude I could ever ask for, but holy shit, if Cameron Quick were real James would have to learn to share. So I’m moping around, all heartsore for this poor, sweet, wonderful guy (who is COMPLETELY MADE-UP), when Andrew Bird pops up on my Spotify shuffle. And it’s like I’m back in the world of this book, and nothing’s different, but I get to linger just a little longer. 

Ladies and gentleman, I have found the cure for TEABS (kind of). I have discovered a way to alleviate that harshest of sounds – the final closing of a book – by making playlists for fictional characters (I also just really love making mix-tapes). Scoot on over to my Tumblr and have yourself a listen.

You’re welcome.