Right off the bat I am going to say that I absolutely adored this book. The fact that I slept on it for so long and did not read it immediately after finishing the first Percy Jackson series pains me in a way that is almost physical. There is so much to unpack about what I loved about The Lost Hero, but I will do my best to keep it concise and in a single post.
Given all the excitement and hype around the new Percy Jackson Disney+ show, I figured now was the perfect time to bring back my old blog series—the Percy Jackson project. Every week on Tuesdays I will be uploading a reaction/review of one of Rick Riordan’s books in the Percy Jackson universe.
Happy Pride! I know it’s been a hot minute since I posted on this blog, but to be honest I’ve been feeling pretty drained, physically, spiritually, emotionally, etc. But it’s Pride Month, and I’ve been burying my feelings by watching Heartstopper on repeat, alternating with re-reading the comics… you know, normal coping strategies! In all seriousness, I have come to this humble blog to offer you, out of the goodness of my heart, a 7ish recommendations of queer books you might want to read this month. (Why 7? Because it’s my favorite number, and everyone always makes lists of either 5 or 10 and that’s basic. Do you want me to be basic during Pride Month??)
I took a class last semester called “The Good Life” and for my final assignment I created a “Good Friendship Compass” which was supposed to create a path toward being a good friend according to the four spheres of activity, Dharma, Moksha, Artha, and Kama. Classical Indian philosophy might be a bit of a niche topic, but this has always been an unconventional blog. Enjoy.
I feel fractured/ something fundamental/ is broken inside of me./ My pieces aren’t ticking/ and tocking the way they should.
Grief is such a small word/ How can only five letters/ Encompass the vast sea/ Of emotions crashing/ The waves tearing me apart?
Birds flying high, you know how I feel
I have a very intense fear of heights. But the thing about having a fear of heights, is that having a fear of heights is not about the fear of being up high, it is about the fear of falling. It is the fear of having nothing to catch you. I have dreams of being in the body of a bird, of flying, and in those dreams I have no fear of falling because I will catch myself on my wings. It is the plummeting crash that I fear. The view from up high is amazing, the fear is the potential to fall.
It’s funny how life can surprise you. There are so many things that have happened in my life that I regret. Alongside them are things that I do not regret, though some people might think I should. And as I think about where I am going, what paths I am taking forward, I sometimes wonder […]
It is November and that means NaNoWriMo has come around once more. It has been eleven years since I participated in my first NaNo in 2010, and I like to think I have improved a great deal as a writer since that truly egregious novel that I wrote as a teenager and that hopefully never […]
I am wishing everyone a blessed Samhain and a happy Halloween on this day. The following is one of my favorite poems, from Audre Lorde. You can listen to me read it in the 10th episode of Wandering Troupe Poetry Readings, my Patron-only poetry podcast which I have made publicly available for this episode only.
In the age of the internet it seems as though there’s nothing that doesn’t get put online. Ultrasound photos, obituaries, dance videos, fanfiction, blog posts, selfies (so many selfies), love notes, sex tapes, death threats, music, and so much more. And all of it, they tell you, all of it lasts forever. When those ultrasound […]
This poem is somewhat an ode to my tattoos, but I’ve gotten more tattoos since then. I hope you enjoy!
The Love Study by Kris Ripper is beautiful and wild and so sweet, and I love it. Bear with me as I have not written a book review in a while, so I’m trying to find my footing between telling you about the book and not just gushing over how much I adore it.
