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Reading Circles: Where We Read

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In an interview with Huffington Post, one of my new favorite authors, John Green, divulged that his favorite place to read is “in this chair in my living room that is the most expensive piece of furniture I will ever own. I don’t even know if the chair is comfortable so much as I’m constantly aware of how much it costs, and that makes me want to spend a lot of time in it.” (full interview here)

I’m the kind of reader to read just about anywhere. My parents would send me to bed when I was a child, and I would clamber into bed, pull my book up to my bedroom window and use the light reflected from the living room where my parents were watching TV to continue reading whatever book it was I couldn’t put down (my poor eyes seem to have survived). On long road trips, I’d stretch out across the back seat and read the entire ride. (Can’t do that anymore…I get headaches now!) When I was in university, the Harry Potter series hit bookshelves and I would smuggle the book into class and read in between taking notes. When I joined the working world and had 45-minute commutes each day, I couldn’t read, so I listened to books on tape. Some days I would get so into the book, I’d pull into my driveway at home and sit in the car to listen to just a little bit more.

Nowadays, I do most of my reading curled up on our couch or in bed. The Kindle has made bed reading extra nice because you don’t need both hands to prop open the pages, and you don’t have to keep flipping over to get the best angle on each side.

The last book I read there? Jenny Lawson’s (aka The Bloggess) Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, which was kind of funny but also kind of not, and mostly kind of tiresome. I need to find a new read to get lost in!

How about you? Where do you like to read, and what did you last read there?

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Reading Circles – Rescheduled

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Since multiple members of last night’s Reading Circle were hit with the Plague that seems to be going around, our Reading Circles discussion has been postponed to February, 21, 2013 at 8:00 p.m. CST. This means there are three more whole weeks until our discussion – plenty of time if anyone else cares to snag the book and join in. If you’d like to join our party, just email me at jade.celene.keller [at] gmail.com.

This is what we’re reading and discussing:

hour_i_first_believedThe Hour I First Believed
Wally Lamb

High school teacher Caelum Quirk and his wife, Maureen, a school nurse, move to Littleton, Colorado, where they both get jobs at Columbine High School. In April 1999, Caelum is away and Maureen is witness to the horrific school massacre. She survives, but cannot recover from the trauma. Caelum and Maureen try to find safety on the Quirk family’s Connecticut farm, but come to find the difficulty of life after trauma.

Jade’s Musical Inspiration #BPCreates

Once upon a time, I used to be a dancer. Not, like, professional or anything, but I did love to dance. It put me in a great community of women – not like the kind who go to Juilliard and tear the competition down, but the kind that loves to celebrate each other, femininity, and womanhood. It made me feel powerful, earthy, and womanly – not to mention, an hour of dancing is way fun and an hour of running sucks b*lls (no offense, runners).

I use music in my writing most especially to set tone and mood. If there’s a particular note of angst, drama, melancholy, or swelling ache that I want to hit in my stories, I put on an appropriate song and play it over and over and over again until my writing hits the notes in the song.

But the song I want to share with you is one that hasn’t (yet) influenced my writing. It’s from my dancing days. And I share it with you because when the prompt mentioned music, this is the one that called from my heart. I had danced to it, and I always loved the way the notes trickled and rolled over my body, bending down my back, and spilling out my fingertips and toes.

It’s this one: Red House Painters’ Song for a Blue Guitar.

I couldn’t even tell you in words what this song speaks to me, I can only dance it. It makes me want to cry. And it makes me want to dance.

I hope you want to dance it too.

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Over the next few weeks we are looking at how music can and does inspire our writing. Do you use music? Has a particular song inspired you? Leave the song, or a link to your writing playlist on Spotify, we’ll be putting together a BPB Writing Playlist to share with you over the next few weeks.