Something to think about.
Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in my father’s name;
Piled high, packed large,—where, creeping in and out
Among the giant fossils of my past,
Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs
Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
At this or that box, pulling through the gap,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,
The first book first. And how I felt it beat
Under my pillow, in the morning’s dark,
An hour before the sun would let me read!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “Aurora Leigh”
Few days ago, I thought of surveying people who are possibly reading or at least checking out my blog. So thankful with the outcomes! I was so encouraged and motivated to continue doing this. Shout out to those people out there!
One of them suggested for me to go the extra mile in doing styles. I…
Selfie from my new iPad mini! :)