Whispering Rows (or my first sweater)

It's NOVEMBER! Daylight casts its muted glow along quiet sidewalks. My hands tucked into my comfy woolen coat with a bottomless hood that I've been told makes others jealous for the coziness of it. It makes me feel a little like a Once Upon A Time character strolling through the Enchanted Forest. It felt so great to bundle up over the past week. We're coming into the quiet season.

After two high impact weekends, it was nice to keep slow today. To wake in warmth, thankful to God for His provision, for family, for blankets, for a steaming cup of Holiday Tea nestled between my palms. The cure for my year long reading slump: The Hunger Games. It's been seven years and this is the only novel in the series that I have yet to reread. Sometimes you don't need something new. You just need home. Collins' writing has always felt warm for the minutiae of her world and characters. A study in keeping what is real close to our hearts. It opened my eyes to the everyday wonder of a handmade life. This time, I'm keeping my eyes trained on the same heirloom-delicate details that inspired me to start knitting in the first place. A sort of full circle to read the novel that started it all, as I embark on a new knitting adventure: a sweater.

Sweaters remind me of Civil Wars (the band) country. Old browning volumes of Flannery O'Connor. One Hundred Year Old libraries. Bucolic farm lands redolent with rain. Brontë strolls through mists. Of hands now wrinkled with age stranding Autumn into yoke sweaters, passing it down down down. That vintage varsity jumper teeming with spirit. A noun for keeping warm.

I've attempted two other sweaters in my life. One: a Boyfriend Sweater , an 18th Century Vassar College red (or at least that's how I envisioned it whilst reading The Gilded Years). Two: a current work in progress called Nolita, raven black with turquoise cuffs to make it playful. Although these two patterns make for two of the coziest sweaters, the downside is that they are knit up in pieces and seamed together afterwards. A feature that many knitters have cautioned me against for a first sweater.  But last week, I discovered Five Dollars in Paris, a beginners raglan knit whole from neck to cuff. Cue my excitement! This pattern seems very beginner friendly and for that I'm so grateful, because it means I'll finally accomplish a knitting goal I've had for a very long time.

My sweater is a silvery mauve, soft as my Rosie's kitten paws between my fingers as I give in to each whispering row. Today, as I sink further into the body, it dawned on me that I'm actually doing this...knitting the fiber equivalent to a house. As I graze the purl bumps along the underside, I'm excited that one day, I'll be able to cuddle up in it during a first snow. Or while browsing the endless stacks of the Strand. Or, on homemade cider days. 

This is the magic of a slower life made my hand.

“It was November—-the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”

— Anne of Green Gables - L.M. Montgomery

Knitting Stories | Forest Green and Cocoa

It's October 1st, and there's finally a granny smith crispness about the air...even if that's only going to last for a couple of days. My frosted votive of Hot Cocoa and Cream is burning, and it's surprisingly delightful. It's preparing my senses for Holiday festivities and I'm so excited for Christmas! I'm watching a charming indie film called "Between Notes" starring my newest musical discovery (and crush, because who am I kidding), David Ramirez. All my life, I've never been able to write any worthwhile stories without music, and this man has whipped my writing lattice windows right open. There's a vulnerable honesty about him that encourages me to write my stories in the same raw manner. 

My apartment is chilly, and I'm knitting a scarf.

The last few months have seen a knitting cacophony of massive Autumn shawls, and hats hats hats for my family. Every year since I started, I've knit my dad a hat, and I wanted to extend the cozy goodness to others around me. I wish I could knit a few a week to hand out to people. Well, if I had the courage to walk up to strangers with a hand knit hat in the chilly afternoon. But in the midst of all of these projects, I've been craving a simple scarf. The kind you learn when you pick up your first pair of knitting needles, Wool Ease Thick and Quick plush between your fingers. I think Autumn has this way about it that makes me want to go back to the basics. No bells and whistles. I think about all of the first scarves, or socks, or hats out there, all simplistic and stumbled through, but the love saturated there is priceless. Many of those objects still loved on after years and much weathering.

My scarf is knit with Petite Wool in a deep forest green. When I'm writing a story, I like to surround myself with as many significant details as I can, and Forest Green is a key character color. I'm knitting it in large blocks of garter and seed stitch for a little something 'pizzazzy'. I'm hoping to finish it by December, but I think I'm purposely taking a long time on it. This scarf feels like a handwritten diary scribbled over time, each loop and stitch reading like a 'Who-What-Where-When' of my life. Something to look back on and remember. I'm thinking I'll store it with with a sachet of something pretty.  Maybe Hot Cocoa and Cream or Marshmallow Fireside because who doesn't want to wrap something around them that smells like Christmas?

The Holiday knitting frenzy approaches, but I hope that in the midst of all of your projects, you knit at least one thing for yourself and someone else that you don't have to think too much about, because you're too busy thinking of how wonderful it feels to be hugged.

Records and Candlelight

When I think about records, I think of what it must have been like for a person in the late 18th century to experience seeing themselves in a daguerreotype photograph for the first time. The wonder of capturing a moment in what seems like an instant in comparison to sitting for hours for a painting. I think about the first viewers of silent film watching themselves in soft light, marveling on the magic making this possible. And likewise, what it must have been like for listeners to play their favorite songs in their drawing rooms on gramophones. Vinyl Records carry the same kind of magic for me. They are a kind of portal that allows me to share an experience with people who lived in eras bygone.

The young world seems aflutter with new listeners starting record collections and discovering a new way to listen to their favorite artists, and although our generation has a bad habit of turning what was once special into something trite and trendy, I can understand the fascination. In the same way that books are their own portable magic for the ways it makes your mind become new worlds, I'm wonderstruck at the technology that makes a vinyl produce sound. If you never hook your turntable up to a speaker, and you start playing a record, you can still hear music playing. Maybe this is really small to those who are fluent with how the technology works, but my mind starts buzzing with questions about how it's even possible. How can music be etched in lines onto a flat vinyl disk? Music in itself is a wonder that seems created from nothing but will and passion and rhythm, and so then to actually hold a vinyl record in my hands feels like being fortunate to have a piece of art I can take home from the Met.

Of late, I've been a little obsessed with watching Vinyl Collection videos on Youtube, and someone made the wonderful point that vinyl forces us to participate with our music. We can't easily jump from one track to the next because we want that instant gratification of hearing one side of the artist. We can't press play and listen to an endless playlist for hours on autopilot. We are more inclined to hear the symphonic story the way the artist originally intended us to experience as the record plays out all sides. And as it plays, we can ponder on how it makes us feel. What makes it special? What memories are we making? What memories are we remembering? It's like a motion picture for your ears. I love the ritual of browsing through my collection, slipping the disk out of its sleeve, and clicking the hollow "start" button. Listening as the motors crank before rich, velvety sound fills my room with warmth. The ritual of being excited about a piece of music and rushing out to the store to excavate the record like fossils. To lift it up, delight in its weight, and its gorgeous sleeve or gatefold album art, to handle it delicately if it's older than me. Even new artists seem to go out of their way to make their vinyl special, and it feels to me like even in just holding it, they have allowed me a small taste of what it felt like for them to make the record. A page ripped out of their journals to pin on my wall.

The act of collecting encourages selectivity. I'm not of the thought that everything sounds better on vinyl, and it's up to each person to decide what they want to experience in this way. I love to experience jazz on vinyl because it feels right, like the Dave Brubeck Quartet or Ella Fitzgerald. I love listening to artists that make me feel sentimental like Taylor Swift's Red album or even her Speak Now album which has a dreamy quality to it. Of course I have Guardians on vinyl because...yeah. I love folky tunes on vinyl...I couldn't imagine not having the Civil Wars, First Aid Kit, or Over the Rhine records. And some of my absolute favorite things to listen to on vinyl are film scores. Ohhhh! To be able to listen to Pride and Prejudice or Jurassic World on vinyl is just such a beautiful experience. Olafur Arnalds is also an absolutely gorgeous artist! His Living Room Songs album is one of the most beautiful records I own. I would love to incorporate more classical and orchestral music. Feels like watching a Ballet Performance.

I really love the thought of making a little sentimental museum of my room full of records. Art, in any way it's expressed, is definitely something I take for granted, so it's nice to have a reason to embrace the experience of it.

Writing | Hooked On A Feeling

Superhero movies are the kind that will bring or send me. As a teenager, I lived for these kinds of movies! I loved the escapism they provided. As an aspiring storyteller, I could watch these films, delving deep into the behind the scenes footage, and breathe the relieving sigh that comes with the comfort of being around ‘your people’. People who understand how breathtaking it can be to create a world for the screen from the ground up.  One watch could fill you with gumption and a revived sense of purpose to do good in the world. After long, though, these movies began to feel more like gimmicks packed in spandex and armor and well glazed abs. But maybe I just needed a few new heroes to love, and those heroes came to me as five orphaned outlaws.

Peter Quill.  Gamora.  Drax. Rocket.  GROOT. (Mantis, and now Nebula (who I have immense hope for)

When I look back at my first experience with Guardians, what truly grabbed and held my heart was our introduction to the hero. He is not introduced as Starlord, the legendary outlaw, but as Peter Quill, a young boy listening to old pop songs to drown out the sorrow of his mother’s terminal illness. We watch as he breaks, and is then captured by the now lovable Yondu, and then James Gunn proceeds to introduce more characters whom at their core are searching for meaning for their sorrows, but more, for someone they can call home at the end of it all.  

For a family. 

They are awkward and silly. Angry and vengeful. But courageous enough to decide in spite of what they’ve experienced, that others deserve everyday kindness. Watching, laughing, crying at their sorrows, cheering for their victories, and lavishing in all the music has made James Gunn a bit of a storytelling hero for me. 

It’s important to go back to the movies and stories we loved as children. The world teaches us as an adult to connect all of the hidden dots and discover the map within. And as much as I’ve grown to appreciate close reading, these discoveries really don’t compare to the ones I felt as a child. When I watched "The Goonies" for the wonder of it. When I discovered the chill of a dinosaurs roar in "Jurassic Park". Or that dog like creature from "The Neverending Story"...what is he again? The point is that as children, before you even know the deeper meanings, you understand what it is to be wonderstruck. To know when you’re watching something that’s just so cool, you and your friends can chat about it for hours! This is what seems to have fueled James Gunn as he composed Guardians. Like a luminous scrapbook, he paints the Guardians in living kaleidoscopes and nostalgia of music and films he loved as a teen, created adventures sewn in a celestials head, taught life lessons through dance offs, deadly whistles with cupids arrow, and a breakfast club of misfits turned Guardians of the Galaxy; and he did all of these things with the kind of creative abandon I aspire to.  He knew he didn't want another story full of the same kinds of heroes. He wanted all of the explosions and action but packed with fun and honest heart level emotions that make it hard not to connect with them. In interviews, James Gunn has explained that he felt in his heart this story was his to tell.

As a writer, one of my biggest insecurities is not being able to guarantee my talent. I can never say that something I write will be successful. But I can tell you that before I let the world in and my mind rule, I’ve dreamt up stories that I knew in my heart would change someones world. These were stories so alive in my head that they almost felt like the story was it’s own thing, and I, merely a vessel chosen to get it out into the world. I think it’s a special feeling you get that doesn’t come with everything dreamt up. And if you have this kind of passion fueling something you’re creating then you should see it through with a kind of reckless abandon. Give it all you’ve got, even if a voice deep inside calls you ridiculous. You should always take your work seriously, but it okay to approach your work playfully. Experiment. Take chances.There’s courage in the silliness. Bravery in the raw. Chris Pratt, one of my faves, who had to fight to prove that he was Starlord, said in one of his interviews that in order to give something to the world, you have to be willing to put yourself out there. Lay it all out. 

Someone out there needs your courage.

And as Yondu instructs Peter in Guardians of the Galaxy 2:

“I don’t use my head to fly the arrow boy. I use my heart.”

knitting stories | a shawl for autumn No. 1

Summer's sun has reached its highest point in New York City skies, but my mind has switched over to burnished amber trees and fog curling through leaves. It always comes in Spring, while everyone else is planning summer escapes, all I can think of are the numbered days between this one and the first day of Fall. I'm ready for cozy reads, Once Upon a Time, spiced lattes and teas in bottomless mugs, for the skies to undulate in waves as The Civil Wars lilts enchanting with soft plush fibers wrapped around my shoulders.

Sometime last year, I reached the point as a knitter where I begun to dream in shawls. At first, I could never have pictured myself wanting to knit a shawl for the time and the tedium. But suddenly, I adored them for the stories woven in with time, for slow techniques, for the thought of having a portable blanket to wrap around my shoulders. I'll admit, however, that shawls of lace and sock weights are incredibly time consuming and I found myself drifting towards other projects after long. Soon after, I discovered Jess Gagnon's Tenmile Shawl knit in a chunky worsted/aran weight yarn, and I've been in love! 

Tenmile is a shawl inspired by keeping warm during the winter months, and it was one of the first shawls I discovered worked in a chunkier weight. It looked so soft that my fingers itched to knit one of my own. This shawl led me to the wonder that is Malabrigo Worsted, a brand of yarn harvested in Uruguay. I can't say enough about this yarn. It's luscious to the touch, and fueled by so many gorgeous colorways that come alive in garments like waves. I chose the colorway, Roanoke, a gorgeous brown inspired by a character I've been writing from the end of the 19th century (and I might be a little enchanted by the lost colony of the same name). I wanted my first shawl to be neutral enough to be paired with anything.

I decided to become "semi-monogamous", splitting my time between this shawl and another I'm determined to have finished by October. The weight makes it more of a reality that I'll finish it up by then. I definitely recommend this pattern for a beginner/intermediate knitter, as it requires knowledge of Make One Left / Right, Knitting and Purling. Thankfully, it does not require knowledge of lacework or slipped stitches (because then this would be an entirely different post!). This would be good for someone wanting to knit their first shawl, learn beginner shawl techniques, and be rewarded with a garment in no time!

I can't wait to cast off on Tenmile, block it (my first time blocking anything!), and take it with me on afternoon strolls through Sleepy Hollow, or bustling across Museum Mile towards Central Park. Until then, I simply luxuriate in the satisfying weight of it as a single strand of yarn becomes this almost living breathing thing. Something romantic enough to holding stories, and practical enough to keep me cozy.

Autumn hearts, be glad. Fallen leaves are coming soon!

Bluestocking | On Paperbacks

One Christmas several years ago, my Mom asked me what I wanted, and I told her the perfect hardcover edition of Haruki Murakami's 1Q84; white with a frosted dust jacket and two photographs of a man and woman on either side. For a while, I loved carrying it around, hugging it to my chest as one does when a favorite author publishes a deliciously heavy volume. A part of me sighed, yes, I'll have tons of time to dwell in Murakami's mirrored universe. A true adventure. But after a few years, and yes, the saga continues for me, the weight of it in my bag through the rush of a New York City commute... Needless to say, I  went to Barnes and Noble and purchased a paperback edition.

Paperbacks offer the cracked spine satisfaction of scoring the reading of a book to your daily life. A cozy sweater and comfy ripped jeans on a rainy day. It invites you to converse, punctuating moments with dusty rose mildliners. Underlined passages like tiny instant photographs for scrapbooks. New Friends and Old Friends having tea stained brunches, pages undulating to the rainfall because you couldn't stop reading on the way to the bus. Dogeared and soft,  etched with your fingerprints and notes and smudges of that day you spent with your mother, or took a train trip to the countryside, or crammed into a packed subway station, your book mere inches away from that cantankerous passengers face.

A spine cracked conversation with your past lives and the contented feeling that comes with seeing old friends and the old selves you were when it all began. 

Sunday Stories | On Returning to God

We are entering into the Holy season. A time where if you choose, you can put away everything that may have been distracting you from His presence. A time to discover truly how much man does not live by bread alone, but by every Word that comes from our Father (Matthew 4:3-5).

My story is one I think may resonate with others. I was born in Jesus, and by His Grace, cultivated a relationship with Him at a very young age. I decided I would dedicate my life to Him, and prayed that He would make me an example of purity lived out, the beauty of obedience, the breathless security of dwelling in Him. I would save myself for Marriage, and believe in His timing and power to make those secret dreams in my heart come true. But it's when you leave the bubble of your family or your church, and Jesus gets you alone, that's when He begins to open your eyes to what it truly means to walk in Him.  In my early twenties, the Holy Spirit revealed just how deep my decision to save myself goes. The truth of it flooding my being all at once: I was never saving myself for a Husband, no, I was setting myself apart for my Bridegroom. It was always Jesus. I'll admit that as much as the notion of this blew my mind, ashamedly, it also disappointed me a little. It's almost as if it wiped the taste of Him right out of my mouth. It meant that the one dream that I had staked my entire faith on was just as uncertain as everyday. Admittedly, I began to pull away from Jesus, because in my heart I felt I'd done everything I could to earn this reward. It's hard to watch your heart dreams evanesce into a life you never planned. I never planned to watch as others move into their dreams. But, looking over my life, there's a part of me so grateful to God for not being a genie. For walking with me, and putting up with my bitterness, my selfishness, and doubt even though He keeps me breathing, keeps me hoping, keeps me.

Striving with God for so long results in an autopilot existence, where you keep adding adding adding, and nothing quite fills you up. I prayed to Jesus recently, asking that He would deliver me from my bitterness and doubt, and that He would send me a book or a testimony from someone who understands.  He always sends me a book, one favorite being Beautiful Uncertainty by Mandy Hale, about stepping out on faith in all areas! The latest being I Don't Wait Anymore by Grace Thornton, which I discovered shortly after praying that prayer, on Instagram. I'm on chapter 6, and so far it's so blessed! I thank God for Grace Thornton's vulnerable account of her emptiness and doubt, and her courageous decision to seek true intimacy with God. I needed someone to be truthful about how heartbreaking unrequited dreams (for now) can be when you're believing God for it, and it doesn't happen. But deeper than this, dreams don't hold a candle to the adventure that Jesus has planned. The reality is, even if dreams come true, they will never be able to completely fill every hollow place Jesus wants to fill in you. I Don't Wait Anymore is a declaration against even Christian societies' mandate that if you're single after a while you must be doing something wrong. It is a reminder that Jesus pursues you everyday, that He has a life for you that does not look like other lives, an invitation to Walk with Him, an invitation to an unexplored adventure of miracles and new people, and freedom. Both Mindy and Grace write like dreamers, and each book comes from ladies with romantic, dreamy sensibilities. That's another reason I thank God for allowing me to discover their books. I want to walk into the Adventure that He has for me with an open heart.

And so this is my desire during this Holy Season:

• To truly meet God.
• To hear Him.
• To grasp His sacrifice.
• To live in gratitude.  
• To have renewed faith to believe that in His good timing, He will bring that man into my life, but all the more, to have faith in the arms already holding me. 

Sunday Stories | Inspirations for the Three Day Weekend

I've started writing again and it's been too long since I've posted anything to my little corner of cyberspace! This year, I would like to fall in love with writing again, and so I offer a little series where I promise myself to post at least one meandering a week: a Sunday Story.

This Sunday brings a calm and cozy reflection of what's been inspiring me this month. The Autobiography of Jane Eyre's playing in the background as I write under the afternoon sunlight and the flickering of my Baltic Amber candle. I'm so grateful to have a little break from work to spend time with family, and goof around with my bunny Aiko and my rambunctious new addition, Rosie...a kitten on fire. Although I know it's impossible to think I'll get to all of these things by the end of the day tomorrow, it's nice to have the option!

Roanoke

A few years ago, when Sleepy Hollow was still amazing, I learned of the mysterious first American Colony, Roanoke, that simply ceased to exist. Shortly afterward, I found this thrilling account that reads like an episode of Serial. How does an entire colony just disappear? I'm excited to delve deeper into the mystery whilst mourning my favorite show. I've also started knitting a new shawl (one of many shawl attempts) with Malabrigo yarn in a colorway aptly called: Roanoke! My inner geek started jumping up and down when I learned it's name.

When it comes to stories I write, I always love to fill my life with as many things that inspire the story as possible. This shawl feels reminiscent of one that my 19th Century protagonist would have worn. An heirloom from her mother. The fact that the yarn seems to be inspired by this historical colony further solidifies the connection I make with my character. It's also my first experience with Malabrigo yarn, and I cannot fawn enough over it! It's a plush aran weight yarn, in a beautiful chocolate color that feels like a dream on my skin. And unlike most shawl patterns that are intricate fingering weights, this aran weight shawl will have it completed in no time!

The Night Circus

Here's where I kick myself for waiting so long to pick up this absolutely stunning novel. I'm about half way through, and I just want to dwell in it's vignettes and delights, and glorious language, and a cast of characters I'll never forget! It has me wanting to knit a scarlet scarf and become a true Rêveur and travel the world haunting the sights of this beautiful circus, a flask filled with hot apple cider and a childlike heart. Erin Morganstern's writing gives me the same feeling I felt whilst reading Francesca Lia Block's Echo for the first time: I will spend my life learning to write if it means capturing at least one person's imagination as she has captured mine.

Take Courage

This probably comes as no surprise, for the Brontë enthusiast I am! But one of the things I'm really happy, and fascinated by, is that the literary world seems to be finally giving Anne some notice. When I began to delve into the Brontë's, I found it strange that two sisters would be so prolific, yet one would live forever in their shadows. What made her work less compelling than Thornfield Hall or Thrushcross Grange? What made Charlotte feel she could stop Wildfell from being published after Anne's death? But I'm learning that, although Charlotte or Emily's works are not for the soft at heart by any measure, people like to be coddled to an extent. As long as something seems otherworldly or is filled with ravenous passion, we will always be drawn to it. I, myself, love this kind of literature. But Anne was compelled towards truth. She seemed to want young women to understand that they are not cursed to a life with abusive men simply because society deems it so, that they can make a life for themselves, that they can raise their children single if need be, that they can be free to choose love for themselves. When I discovered that Samantha Ellis wrote a personal account of her journey towards the real Anne Brontë, I had to pick it up. I am on the second chapter, and I'm loving it, save a few points where I disagree a little on her religious criticism. As a bibliophile, I love the size of it, and the way it fits between my hands, and the typeset...you know all those bookish qualities. If you're interested in reading this, please note it contains spoilers to Brontë novels.

FUN FACT: Patrick and Maria Brontë's (Parents) first home still stands as a cozy little Italian Cafe!

 

Hygge

If you had no idea about "Hygge" (Danish | pronounced: Hoogah) a few month's ago, there's a high chance that you know about it now! I discovered the word quite awhile ago whilst perusing Other-wordly. I recently finished reading The Little Book of Hygge which defines it as "...the sensation you get when you’re cuddled up on a sofa, in cozy socks under a soft throw, during a storm. It’s that feeling when you’re sharing comfort food and easy conversation with loved ones at a candlelit table. It is the warmth of morning light shining just right on a crisp blue-sky day". I've fallen in love with this Danish pastime, and weaving more of it's cozy warmth into my everyday life. Now I have another little nugget of happy, thanks to my dear friend Casee's recommendation. I wonder when the Swedish custom of "Fika" will rise to popularity.

Writer Peace

Twenty Seventeen is the year that I return to writing. Where I stop making excuses and self sabotaging every effort to advance. I taken on Neil Gaiman's famed advice: " You do it. You write. You finish what you write." I not only want to finish, but to enjoy the journey, and stop second guessing every word! I've gone back to editing the second draft of my novel, and I'm excited to choose everyday to overcome. I found this little notebook in Target before I knew what I would use it for, and it's become my "writer peace" book where I don't feel apprehensive about the blank page. And this charming little "Language of Flowers" volume is one that inspires a portion of the story. Now I'm pondering whether I should write to query, or post to Wattpad. 

I hope that you're having a lovely weekend so far, that it is relaxing and filled with hygge! 

Lose The Rule Book

This past week gave me a gift I didn't know I needed: A Snow Day! Who doesn't love Snow Days, huh? I spent the day reading cozy books on Hygge, burning my Snow in Love Candle, and I pulled out a fresh notebook that I purchased for the sole purpose of writing the second draft of my novel in long hand. I've been in pursuit of this second draft for a while now, and I thought that it would help me to focus more if I got the story down in order. That plan backfired, when I found myself exhaustedly staring at a blank page, not knowing where to start, what I wanted to write, how to write...you know all those thoughts that shoot through you when you've been away for a while. The same happened last night when I even thought about having another go.

I think throughout my writing life, especially after a Creative Writing Degree, my mind sets specific rules on what good writing is. Good writing is "bum in chair". It rises with the sunlight every morning, after a glass of orange juice and a plate of egg whites. You have to write in a quiet room, in longhand, in a well worn notebook. You have to read a chapter of Hemmingway, or all that jazz like Fitzgerald. You have to post something to Wattpad and have a thousand likes. You have be published in The Paris Review. Someone has to affirm that you are, in fact a writer, before you can call yourself one. Believe me, all of these kinds of lies course through my body (because it has now become a physical response to the replay) every day.

Well I'm here to offer these thoughts their emancipation papers. 

Today, I took out my Neo Alphasmart, I wrote about a page of revisions for my novel. I turned on Toulouse's cover of "I Will Follow You" and let my emotions compel writing out of me. That's the kind of writer I am. I can be concise and choppy at times. Or extremely longwinded (there's no in between). I love writing setting and am all the more intrigued when setting goes from candlelight flickering in the evening, to the candlelight wafting messages to the person in the room. Miracles move me. I wrote the whole first draft of my novel (mostly) on my phone, in the midst of the hustle and bustle of rush hour in New York City. I write to music blasting in my ears, and calling out from people around me, because that's the time when I can step outside of my anxieties, and hangups and just concentrate on what feels write (*yes*). And once I've emptied myself of all the bones, that's when I can sit in a room, 'bum in chair' and sort through all the bits. 

You don't have to write like anyone else to look at yourself as a real writer. You don't have to carry on the same processes as others, or buy a Leuchturrm because a great writer used one (unless that inspires you). Of course, at some point, you will have to sit down and get down to business. But how you get to that point is up to you. Most of the pains of writing, or any art form, is learning what's been done, and then losing the rule book to learn your own voice. 

What will it take for you to get your work out there? Don't agonize. Get comfortable, and do your thing. Once you and your muse are comfortable and ready to go, you'll be surprised what comes out.

Kind & Cozy | London Fog

Happy Autumn, Dearies!

I wholeheartedly reject the notion that Autumn falls on September 22nd. I've been the psycho burning Warm Buttered Cashew scented candles, wearing acorn necklaces, and brainstorming how to decorate my room with sparkly twine and fabric leaves from Michaels. September 1st marked the first Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season, and as JK Rowling describes this day: "Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.”

Jumping head first into the festivities, I wanted to launch a celebratory series for all of the Autumnal and cozy recipes that make me warmhearted! The first: a London Fog Tea Latte.

The London Fog Tea Latte is a delicious blend of Earl Grey Tea, Vanilla, and frothed milk. In the past, I'll admit that Earl Grey has always been a bit too 'perfumey' for my tastes, but when blended with Vanilla, it is the bees knees, and the perfect elegant drink to warm your Autumn heart.

materials

• Earl Grey Tea of your choice: I used Harney & Son's Organic Earl Grey Loose Tea. I recommend loose tea as they offer the most wonderful full bodied flavor. 
• Vanilla Flavoring of your choice: Some use Vanilla extract or the vanilla bean itself. I use Monin's Organic Vanilla Syrup. 
• Milk (Whatever Kind of Milk You Love)
• a French Press (or frothing wand) for Frothing Milk: Normally, a french press is used to brew an elegant cup of coffee. However it does wonders with frothing milk. I've used the wand as well, but I think using a French Press offers such luxurious foam! Thankfully both are affordable on Amazon. I purchased my Bodum Chambord for around $30.
• Your favorite cup.
• A nice candle.
• A good book: I'm currently reading The Gilded Years by Karin Tanabe and it is captivating.

First, fill your cup halfway, and steep your tea for five minutes (or as directed by the brand of your choosing). Meanwhile, warm your milk. After your tea has fully steeped, stir in the sweetener of your choice. Once your milk is warm, pour it into your french press (or a cup, if you're using a wand). Use the Press to plunge your milk for a minute. You will see the milk foam up and rise right before your eyes. Pour what's left of your warm milk into your tea, and top it loving heaps of foam. Voila! A London Fog tea latte.

Knitting Stories | On Shawls

Over the past month, I've taken on the adventure of knitting a shawl. A serendipitous find that fell right into place. It's for my Mom. Her birthday is today, and although it won't be finished in time, it already feels like her. I never expected to knit a shawl. Ever. As I perused patterns, they always seemed entirely too intricate with a weight too akin to lace for my tastes, or patience, if I'm being honest. But of course, a Brontë would lead me to it, and inspired by a novel, I can endeavor most challenges.

Over the last month, I've come to realize that yarn and color choice are very important in a shawl. With memories and affections twined in each stitch, the time it takes is roused by the feeling of silky yarn with a striking shade, solid or gradient. If you imbue the entire experience with feeling before hand, it serves as great incentive to carry it through. Whether it's thoughts of your own Autumn adventures, how the color or pattern will bring a little portable magic to the person you're giving it to, a practical need to keep warm during the winter months, or a new way to present the "something old" of bygone romance during a wedding.

Shawls seem to carry with them a great deal of romance. Whilst knitting mine, I've been reading (and watching--swooning--over Richard Armitage) North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell, watching Jane Eyre, and writing a story set within the 19th Century, pondering the significance of this accessory in the time period. Shawls stand out to me as both practical and delicately feminine, able to keep one warm, whilst adding a touch of elegance to your daily wardrobe. Many seem to take on the ethereal quality of a butterfly's wing, as if it could tear with the slightest of grazings. I hold the musing that I would be draping historical romance over my shoulders. 

Knitting prayers and well wishes for my mom into this shawl, I noted that this most feels like I'm knitting something weighted with significance. It feels like a heirloom, especially now that it's more tangible than a few rows of stitches. Like I'm united with generations of women knitting these to keep their girls warm, to adorn a new bride or mother, a small luxury from fibers spun by hand. 

I've decided to knit  a wedding shawl for myself one day. Sooner rather than later. It seems the kind of thing you knit your dreams into.

BLOOM | Wednesday Afternoon Peptalk

Today, I got the feeling that it was time to swipe the dust off of the second draft of my novel and get back to work. I got the same feeling a few weeks ago when my iPod shuffled songs that made my story come alive on the way to work. And while this entry may be just the kind of distraction that often creeps up right when you have a mustard seed sized inkling to start again, I thought I'd nudge us both today.

If you were looking for a sign that whatever you're working on, scared to work on, dreaming of working on, will move someone else in a way that God created only you can move them: this is it.

Whilst in the kitchen, eating popcorn for breakfast (which, I don't recommend) and reading A Different Blue by Amy Harmon, it struck me that her protagonist and the mine both share a harsh upbringing. As I pondered how many people out there who share similar realities may be touched by this novel, I thought, how many people may possibly be touched by my own story if I just got over myself and finished it?

Fear is a twisted little addiction. That frenemy who scares you, but comforts you all the same so that you never step out. Over the last few years, I've noticed something about myself. I'm usually fine with new projects until someone notices I'm working on them. Then I'll find a way to convince myself that a few critiques must mean that I'm a talentless nobody, who shouldn't bother with anything. But something happens when you keep psyching yourself out of everything you try. The desire to do something builds up like a balloon and keeps building until the pressure becomes too great.

I have to do something.

Even if I don't know all of the details, what my great calling is, or what the future may lead to. I can't sit around, making a passive decision not to contribute to the world. And so at the moment, I feel like the consequence of never trying because of fear is greater than trying and perhaps being disappointed with the outcome. Maybe even the concept of "crushed dreams" is a shield we throw up to keep ourselves safe from ever having to step out. I think I'll think of these kinds of fears like battle scars. As much as even the thought of not succeeding hurts deeply, risking the same means I mustered the courage to try.

So I say again, if you're looking for a sign that what you're working on will change someone else's life...this is it.

The Supper Hall Book Club | The Madwoman Upstairs by Catherine Lowell

It's 3:00 AM (no, really) on the dot and I've just finished The Madwoman Upstairs. My gosh. I'm writing this post on my phone with my mouth agape because Catherine Lowell has written herself a masterpiece and what has become one of my favorite novels.  

Madwoman tells the story of, Samantha, the last remaining Brontë heir, who is thrust into an epic literary mystery of her late father's making to uncover her inheritance which may expose secrets long hidden about the Brontë Sisters, and make us question the validity of what we know about them.

Firstly, I love this novel because it's a love letter to the Brontë Sisters, with speculations ranging from the highly romantic to the wonderful, and even to the possible jealousy that may have entered their turbulent lives. This novel is steeped in truth and "Moorish" folklore that is literal candy for a Brontë fan in the form of worn penguin editions popping up, leaving our protagonist confused and emotional.

Secondly, I love that it's a love letter to books and their magical affect on us. Lowell crafts a tale of characters who are literally lost without the tomes that guide them; every kind of reader, from the close, literal reader who takes the writing as it is under their nose, to the reader who digs beneath the surface to uncover the deeper meanings of every metaphor. As much as I've grown disdainful of Academia over my years of undergrad and post, this novel also made me a bit nostalgic for my days spent philosophizing literature I loved, and mostly literature I hated. If you were an English Major, this will bring back all of the memories, victories, and moments where I felt in over my head at every waking moment! 

It's set in the beautiful Oxford University, and I gushed over this. I've always loved the mystery around such renown universities, especially in England, and fun fact: it even inspired me to pick up an 80's Oxford Sweatshirt that winked  at me a little too enthusiastically to pass up on Etsy.

Lastly, which is not the end on any level, I adored Samantha Whipple. Samantha is my spirit animal. She is hilarious and awkward and opinionated and I adored her. I loved her relationship with her eccentric father who teaches her the beauty of treating novels as tangible living things. I loved that he creates little literary mysteries for her as a child, thus preparing her for this grand uncovering as his final poignant message. And James Timothy Orville the Third is the greatest. Listening to them spar made me nostalgic for my own college days full of challenging tutors. Although, if I had a tutor as breathtakingly handsome and intelligent as Orville, I'd have taken the torture with glee! Samantha's relationship with Orville is so precious, honestly. Lowell creates a special meeting of minds and hearts with these two. They drive each other crazy in the best way possible, and it has the same subtle quality of other classic romances out there in terms of slow pacing and subtle nuance. Their dialogue is so intelligent and hilarious. It's the dream of any bookish person to meet someone who will go toe to toe with them in seeming endless passionate debates over literature and dinner.

Lowell does an awesome job of weaving all sorts of key Brontë moments from their novels and lives into Samantha's, from the fire in Rochester's bedroom, to the student professor relationship, to the stormy moors all the while balancing each moment with Samantha's wit and humor. I especially loved how Lowell makes Anne a key component of this novel. Anne has long since fascinated me because it seems that the world has forgotten her in lieu of her two passionate sisters and as I've become an avid fan of the Brontë's, it's made me a bit resentful. For some reason I feel the need to stand up for Anne and shout that the world shouldn't sleep on her. And through Samantha, I was gratified. I loved that they analyzed who "the Madwoman", Bertha Mason, could be or represent. She even calls out Charlotte's passionate refusal to have Anne's Wildfell republished, opening the door for examination of the sisters' relationship with each other. More importantly a woman's desire to be heard. 

Catherine Lowell's writing is beautiful, sparse at the right moments, and dreamy at the right moments.  Samantha has such a great voice that is sarcastic, enthusiastic when pushed, and thoughtful. Samantha's comebacks are the best!!! I loved that even with her matriculation into the world's greatest institution, she second guesses her self, her writing ability, her place there, and has to fight to gain her confidence. I won't say that the uncovered mystery at the end is a feat of magnificence, but I kind of think that this was the point all along. The novel discusses at length the things we do to give people, objects, or stories great significance because it fills a hole in us that we want to fill. This was one of the great messages that the novel contained. But all of this said, the experience of this novel, it's characters and charm, it's dark humor, and the Brontë's are the point!

The Madwoman Upstairs is for the English major, Anglophile, blue-stocking, Jane Eyre loving, Haworth visiting, "Reader I Married Him" swooning person out there. I still don't know if this review does the novel justice. I literally spent all week looking forward to leaving work so I could stroll with my book in peace. Catherine Lowell has given us a fabulous debut novel that is beautifully written, and witty, and I think I've already entertained ideas of rereading this one right away.

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“To him, every book was its own treasure map. A good novel, he said, left the close reader with a useful souvenir. All you needed to do was learn to see what was right under your nose”

Happy 200th, Charlotte

My Brontë's heart is brimming as the world of literature celebrates the 200th anniversary of this marvelous woman and her writing! Here are a few goodies I'll be luxuriating in to celebrate:

Being the Brontë's

Over the weekend, BBC2 premiered a documentary called Being the Brontë's which allowed three women to step into the shoes of our favorite sisters with a tour of their home, exploration of their writing, and strolls along the haunting moors.  I definitely geeked out because a definitive documentary is long overdue. I'm actually hoping for a live action film...they've done one for Jane Austen, so...

I really enjoyed watching. Especially the parts where they walk along the rustic moors. The land is so overwhelming and gorgeous, and I'm kicking myself that I did not have this love for the Brontë's while in school in Wales...darn it! Click that link above to watch!

Retellings

Retellings are the bees knees when they manage to capture the same tone of the original with a spicy little spin. Two new releases, inspired by Jane Eyre, have caught my eye: Jane Steele by Lyndsay Faye, is a satirical romance that reimagines Jane Eyre as a serial killer. Yeah. I'm not normally a huge fan of murder and gore, but I can't help but have serious intrigue over this new Jane Steele, who's story begins as humbly and Jane Eyre's, but seems to cast the people who tried to hold her back in an even harsher light than Charlotte first penned them, driving Steele to fight for her life by any means. This heroine is even a fan of Jane Eyre. I'm looking forward to seeing it all play out, especially her romance with Mr. Thornfield. This promises to be a trip!

The Mad Woman Upstairs by Catherine Lowell tells the story of Samantha Whipple, the last remaining descendant of the Brontë family, who's life changes when she enrolls into Oxford University and begins to discover clues identifying the whereabouts of a trove of diaries, letters, and drafts, and a possible hidden fortune passed down from the family estate. I love that this story seems a swashbuckling literary mystery, piecing together clues of who the Brontë's really are. Hidden letters, diaries, and other bygone tokens make me so excited! A possible romantic relationship with her distinguished professor helping her sort out the clues...priceless.

On the Moors with Jane Eyre Monthly Knit Along

Ravelry is a knitters best friend, and in this case, I've hit the jackpot. I hadn't ever just scrolled through random projects on Ravelry, so one night I thought, why not? (As if I need anymore projects on the needles, right?). Whilst meandering, I found The Sampler Girl's Jane Eyre inspired Monthly Knit Along! A Jane inspired pattern is like my mind and heart exploding! I've been toying with the idea of joining in on a knit along for a while, but never found one that really caught my eye until this one. I'm so excited!!! I even had this beautiful Madelinetosh Chunky yarn in Lepidoptra and the needles sitting new and beautiful in my room. Somehow "it" knew this project was coming!

I'm not sure how Knit Along's work, but this one's really exciting because you only receive parts of the pattern as clues throughout the month, and you knit this sight unseen. All you know is that by the end you'll have an 19th Century inspired lovely shawl!!!

Jane Eyre has truly enraptured the minds of readers for so long, it's no wonder that it's one of the best novels in the form. I recommend it to anyone who will take a chance on it. Before it, I was definitely not a huge fan of classic novels, believing them to be a bit challenging to relate to. Jane changed all of that! So if you'd like to read more classics this year, Jane Eyre is a great one to start with!

P.S. - I'm in the middle of reading North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell, and loving it. If you're curious what brought me here, ask Richard Armitage. 

Dreaming Of You

Tonight, Selena came on TV, and my entire childhood flashed before my eyes. I can remember when it released in theaters, and although I hadn’t known much about her save her beautiful songs “Dreaming of You” and “I Could Fall In Love” I was drawn to her like Friday night. And afterwards, I had to have everything I could find. I purchased all of her albums, and sang them every night to my parents who laughed an rolled their eyes as I tried my best to mouth Spanish lyrics just right. "El Chico Del Apartamento 512" still makes my family laugh to this day, because they know that's my jam! As a matter of fact, my cousin Ashley and I went to a restaurant a few weeks ago, and they were playing Selena, and I almost got out of my seat and started dancing! I always liked to research online what all her songs meant because I just like to know, but the thing about Selena is even if you didn’t understand you could feel every ounce of joy or pain radiating from her beautiful voice.

When I look back, I’m so happy that the film released when it did, because it introduced me to such a beautiful artist. Even more, her story is one of the few examples portrayed in the media that people of color dream vibrant starscapes, and want to change the world, and try our best to touch as many people as God allows us to. That we fall deeply in love with life and people and art forms. I’ve never seen an unhappy photo of her, she always had the smile that seemed incandescently happy. She inspires me to sing my heart out. To meet the world as a dreamer, because dreams are agreeable fuel when matched with action. To inspire someone. 

Her music was staying up late with my friends talking about boys we were crushing on. Wondering at the man who would come and make me feel "Amor Prohibido". Singing all of her songs and watching the film with my cousin as if we had never seen it before...laughing at "Anything for Selenaaaaaasss" and tearing up when she first won her Grammy Award.

And when I read Chris Perez’ heartbreaking homage to her, To Selena, With Love, I cried  in my room with the lights dimmed as the pages filtered to a close, and we’re introduced intimately to the tragedy that took her away from us. I would say "snuffed out her light", but darkness can never snuff out the light. Her’s is a story that I’m not sure you can help but be moved by, and Dreaming of You will always be my daydream.

Supper Hall Book Club: P.S. I Still Love You by Jenny Han

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Lara Jean didn’t expect to really fall for Peter.
She and Peter were just pretending. Except suddenly they weren’t. Now Lara Jean is more confused than ever.
When another boy from her past returns to her life, Lara Jean’s feelings for him return too. Can a girl be in love with two boys at once?
In this charming and heartfelt sequel to the New York Times bestseller To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, we see first love through the eyes of the unforgettable Lara Jean. Love is never easy, but maybe that’s part of makes it so amazing.

-Amazon

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Have you ever walked into a place and spotted something from your childhood that automatically fills you with that warm feeling? Reading this duology is like spotting Lip Smackers lip gloss, and remembering all of the friendships, outings, bands, and things that meant the world before. 

This second novel picks up where To All the Boys I've Loved Before ended with Lara Jean opening up to the possibility of she and Peter being a real couple. Of course it's not long until a monkey wrench in thrown into the mix in a way that allows her to stop and consider whether she truly loves Peter, or if another special someone is more her fit. There were parts of me that really disliked how the synopsis of this second installment was written, as I feel it makes Lara Jean seem like a love struck, fickle, indecisive teenager who'll jump on the next bus at the slightest change of heart. Really what made me fall in love with Lara all the more in this installment is that even as she stays true to her old-fashioned romantic heart, she grows in subtle ways that does not call attention to itself. We see her considering every step, thinking things through, stumbling, opening up to different possibilities, and ultimately standing her ground. 

It was also amazing to watch Lara Jean discover her own faults and ways that she has allowed self sabotage to get in the way of things. Genevieve's presence is definitely the catalyst of Lara Jean's insecurity and uncertainty when it comes to Peter, and it felt natural for her to hold this suspicion. But I loved when Lara Jean begins to understand that sometimes we can be so focused on the person or thing that we believe is shielding us from what/who we want, that we allow them to win by bowing out of the fight as the victim. She truly impressed me with how she deals with everything once the novel crescendoes. Everything said, Lara and Peter are adorable, really. I love whenever they launch into arguments because I can just picture Lara saying something that throws Peter for a loop, and sending him over the edge! They're written in a very honest way that was hard for me not to love them. And yet still, this new person that comes along is not too shabby himself, let me tell you! Unlike other love triangles (even though I hate labelling it this way), there's actual, legitimate competition. It didn't feel gratuitous.

In P.S. I Still Love You, Jenny Han has done what I've come to adore about her writing: all of the sparkling details. Lara Jean's love for old fashioned ideals, handwritten letters, vintage living, scrapbooking, baking, moments when she spent time with her friends at the nursing home, or her sisters...these are my favorite things! Like me, Lara Jean loves tradition, and making miniature celebrations of sentimental moments like a living charm bracelet.These details set this series apart from a lot of young adult contemporary novels on the market that seem to focus more on angst or slow burning sex appeal. Of course, this book has been practically sold out in every Barnes & Noble I've been to. I get it!

One of my good work friends and I have been lavishing ourselves in the beauty of this duology. It seems to harken back to bildungsroman of ten, or twenty years ago, even eighties teen movies in some respects. It's filled with so much happiness and light. It's having the best sleepover with good friends and family. Or stopping by the stationary section at Kinokuniya! I just love every bit of it.

My only qualm with the novel is that it ended too soon. I wanted a least a chapter more...

I want the feeling back, so I think I'll dive back in to To All The Boys I've Loved Before. Maybe I'll highlight all of the details I loved in this read...with pastel colored Mildliners of course!

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"Lara Jean, I think you half-fall in love with every person you meet. It's part of your charm. You're in love with love."

Knitting Stories | Agnes

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Meet Marlee. I discovered her story of knitting her first sweater on her blog "Have Company" whilst reading Quince & Co.'s post on the knit along for their sweater pattern: Agnes. They've dubbed it the newbie sweater to try out. Looking at their Puffin range of yarn, specifically in the color "shell" makes me super excited to learn. Who wouldn't want to experience the glory of donning a sweater that you knit all on your own. Gosh, sounds lovely! 

But the fact is...it's a sweater. I can find my way around a cabled shawl, or a blanket, or even a Katniss cowl. I've also knit up a little clutch bag once. But a sweater seems so daunting...it involves swatching and picking up stitches (a concept that scares me). Yet, I'm still intrigued by the thought of trying it, maybe as a summer project. Sweaters seem to me like blankets. There's so much time and patience and effort put into it. The very time it takes to knit sewn into every stitch. A first sweater may even feel like the cherry on top of a sumptuous mint chocolate chip ice cream sundae--imbued with your courage to start, the hasty stitches you had to rip out, times you persisted, times you took a break. And then, with it's imperfect silver linings, you'll imbue it with your day to day, your Sunday afternoon walks, dinner with friends, the grind.  

Marlee's chronicle of knitting her first sweater is informative, hilarious, and inspiring. The prospect of an Agnes knit along is also pretty awesome...who's with me?

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No Copyright Infringement Intended. Music for added ambiance. 

Listen to Merival

Cozy | Ibis Yarn by Quince & Co.

Last Saturday, whilst listening to this beautiful song, pondering the latest story I'm writing, and searching for a yarn equivalent to knit with, I discovered Quince & Co.. I'm such an enthusiast of artisan shops that put their hearts into every bit that they touch, and Quince & Co. is just that: and artisan shop that spins yarn in gorgeous colors and names them after birds. Their aesthetic is clean and elegant, allowing the vibrance of fiber to speak for itself. 

I immediately fell for their Ibis bulky weight yarn that is twisted, part superfine merino/part mohair with a subtle gleam and gorgeous color ways, particularly, Austen. I don't believe my camera does it justice, but Austin is a gorgeous brick red, or auburn/oxblood mix. Literally, I saw the yarn, and immediately went on a search for a pattern that would give me an excuse to purchase. Plus, in my story, I'm dwelling in Autumn, and this gives me all of the feelings of Fall. 

Since then, my package arrived and I am so enamored. It is the softest yarn, just snuggle in it cozy.  It's gorgeous. The only caveat is that it's on the pricey side at $27 a skein, but I can't say it's not worth it. I can't wait to finish up my enormous infinity cowl designed by Yin of Pretty Quirky Pants. This cowl is the definition of love!

Post Script: Billie Marten is glorious. She's fueling my story, and making my knitting/writing time amazing.

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No Copyright Infringement Intended. Attached for added ambiance. 

The Supper Hall Book Club | To All The Boys I've Loved Before by Jenny Han

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What if all the crushes you ever had found out how you felt about them…all at once?

Sixteen-year-old Lara Jean Song keeps her love letters in a hatbox her mother gave her. They aren’t love letters that anyone else wrote for her; these are ones she’s written. One for every boy she’s ever loved—five in all. When she writes, she pours out her heart and soul and says all the things she would never say in real life, because her letters are for her eyes only. Until the day her secret letters are mailed, and suddenly, Lara Jean’s love life goes from imaginary to out of control.

Amazon

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Jenny Han has a magic about her that makes all of the live action growing pains of high school something that you'll be nostalgic for years afterward. Lara Jean is thoughtful and romantic with a heart for vintage and love letters, and I couldn't help but fall in love with her. She shares the idealistic sensibilities that my best friend and I shared in high school. Jenny Han has validated romantic hearted idealists everywhere via Lara Jean!  She writes letters to all of her past loves, throwing her whole heart on to the page for closure. One day she wakes up to find that all of her letters were mailed out to all of the boys she's written to, including, Josh, a guy she's loved but who chose her older sister Margot instead. I thoroughly enjoyed Lara Jean's character growth and adventures as she deals with the aftermath, and even more, Peter, the guy who knows how to push all of her buttons. I loved how they get to know each other, and Lara's realization that the way you picture life in your head, may not be what you actually want. 

Through them we explore themes of unrequited love, toxic relationships, and opening up. One of my favorite bits of the novel is it's exploration of self sabotage. Being a romantic, it can be so easy to fall for someone and paint a whole story in your mind about them, what they eat, the things like to do, what they believe. But when faced with the reality of them in the flesh, it can be frightening, or even deflating. It made me ask myself, why is it so easy to fall in love with someone from a distance, when life is waiting to show you something tangible. Something real.

Other bits I enjoyed were Lara Jean's relationship with her perfectionist older sister, Margot, and younger sister, Kitty who is such a delight to read. Their dynamic with their father, and all of the ways they keep their traditions is heartwarming. I just...this novel affected me in quite surprising ways. I had been drawn to it for a while, and I'm happy I finally gave in, and more so, that there's a sequel because although, I don't necessarily consider the ending a cliffhanger...I'm happy I can head right out to Barnes and Noble and pick up the next installment. This novel is adorable and lighthearted with just enough heavy to make it great. It came to me when I needed a reminder that tangible relationships exist and I should appreciate them more. Also, there's room for idealistic romantics in the world.

And can I just linger a little bit more on it's inspiring aesthetics? I love vintage clothing, and record players, and hand written letters, and I adored the cover photography, and would decorate my space like this any day. Dried flower crowns, Paris and Macarons, and Peter Pan collars...stop my heart!

The Supper Hall Book Club | The Secret Diaries of Charlotte Brontë by Syrie James

I’ve spent most of my English Major career searching for a classic author to love.  Jane Austen has floored the world and many of my friends, and although I think she’s wonderful, and Sense and Sensibility is a fave of mine, Jane’s never quite reached the fever pitch sensation I’m looking for in a favorite author. I read Jane Eyre a few years ago, after watching a booktuber rave about it, and boy did it finally click. Charlotte Brontë’s writing carries truth, wit, and passion. I was most taken by how timeless it is. I couldn’t believe how progressive Jane is, how gorgeous the writing is, and how fleshed, flawed, and filled with integrity Bronte’s world was. I loved the moors and it’s rustic beauty.

Flash forward to my devouring of Syrie James’ The Secret Diaries of Charlotte Bronte...and any question of my literary devotion for the Brontë Sisters was now extinguished. “Secret Diaries” brings Charlotte Bronte to life as she narrates key moments: those spent writing with her sisters, Anne and Emily, the victory in holding the first published copy of Jane Eyre and the fame that immediately followed, great tragedy as she experiences the deaths of those closest to her. Syrie James is truly an amazing writer who combed every letter, every biography, even the moors in Haworth, England, in order to capture Charlotte’s  historical moments accurately, whilst capturing her passion and vulnerability in a voice akin to truth. 

What I truly appreciated about this novel, especially as someone very new to Brontë, is learning entirely new things about her, like her time spent in Belgium, and her unrequited (?) love for the headmaster of the school she attended there, or, as is particularly showcased in this novel, the man who won her heart, Arthur Nicholls. Experiencing their “Pride and Prejudice” ebbs and flows are priceless. Once they finally open up to each other, their moments are wonderful and heartbreaking. I appreciated that James depicts this love slowly, allowing Charlotte to come to the realization that although love may not always come in the frantic passion as that of her own Jane and Rochester, when it blooms, it blooms with a delicate realization of esteem you feel for them. 

What Syrie James has done with this beautiful novel is allow a most ardent fan an opportunity to converse with her favorite classic author.  Brontë fans will also appreciate the insight James gives into what inspired each of their classic novels.  Along with showcasing such a well rounded portrayal of Charlotte, James does wonders for Emily, Anne, and Branwell as well. Their family moments and disagreements gave the novel such life. James’ has definitely made me a fan of each Bronte counterpart in different ways and has made me want to delve into all of their writing more deeply. This edition contains extras such as an interview with Syrie James, and a few excerpts of Charlotte’s poetry and letters.

This novel is definitely a Supper Hall Book Club story of note. I’m actually a little emotional that it’s over, as I’ve spent the last year savoring it in bits. I imagine I'll spend more years, God Willing, rereading this.