Archive for February, 2014

February 21, 2014

Letters

by thebirdieflies

I like writing letters.

Letters, not emails.

Pieces of paper with my scrawls and my thoughts and my phrasing and re-phrasing and my post-scripts and after-thoughts.

Then I will carefully put them in an envelope, stick a stamp or two, and send them on their way. To someone, who, like me, likes receiving mail in the post. Not email in the inbox. But real mail. And who will read it and will like it despite the handwriting that comes from not having written anything in ages, or the language that comes from not having a Backspace key.

And who will, maybe, write one back to me!

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February 9, 2014

Lolita

by thebirdieflies

I finished a book after a really long time. A difficult book, at that.

Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokv.

The theme is a little creepy. The book is full of many innuendos. Sometimes I wasn’t sure if I was reading too much into the words, or there really was all that double meaning.

Verdict: Despite the theme that often sent shivers down my spine, I enjoyed the wordplay, the rambling narrative and the subjective descriptions like you were inside the narrator’s head. Indeed, the innuendos and references to sexual encounters are what keep you reading through the sometimes overly descriptive prose.

I want to read more books now.

Meanwhile, many unread blog posts pile up in my inbox. Fear not, I’ll get to them one of these days.