Monday, August 27, 2018

Remember those Books Labeld "Required Reading?"

The school reading list. Just the thought it makes me say "ugh" and roll my eyes. No matter how much I love to read and have for so many years, the school reading list of the classics still managed to make my eyes glaze over if they were assigned vs. for pleasure reading. Still, so many of those books written up on the school syllabus throughout middle and high school yet a bad wrap. So, ever care to give a few another, or perhaps their first try?



Whether or not these books are on your required reading list this year going back to school, here a few great books that I ended up loving, reading them long after the bell rang for summer break.

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald




What's it About?


The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s third book, stands as the supreme achievement of his career. First published in 1925, this quintessential novel of the Jazz Age has been acclaimed by generations of readers. The story of the mysteriously wealthy Jay Gatsby and his love for the beautiful Daisy Buchanan, of lavish parties on Long Island at a time when The New York Times noted “gin was the national drink and sex the national obsession,” it is an exquisitely crafted tale of America in the 1920s.

Why Must You Read it?


I am sure you have been the movie. The one with Leonardo DiCaprio? If not, DEFINITELY pick up this book right now and prepare for greatness. Great Gatsby seriously is one of the best American Lit novels from the first time I read it to now. A wannabe writer, a mysterious man, and a deadly love interest is sure to please.


The Giver by Lois Lowery


What's it About?


Twelve-year-old Jonas lives in a seemingly ideal world. Not until he is given his life assignment as the Receiver does he begin to understand the dark secrets behind this fragile community.

Why Must You Read it?


This is a classic novel that reads like a favorite dystopian YA. Or utopia? You decide whether to see the world in black and white or let in color like Jonas begins to within a world where love is not quite concrete enough, but reason to fight and live forward in hope for a better world.


A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith




What's it About?



A young girl's coming-of-age at the turn of the century, Betty Smith's A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is a poignant and moving tale filled with compassion and cruelty, laughter and heartache, crowded with life and people and incident. The story of young, sensitive, and idealistic Francie Nolan and her bittersweet formative years in the slums of Williamsburg has enchanted and inspired millions of readers for more than sixty years. By turns overwhelming, sublime, heartbreaking, and uplifting, the daily experiences of the unforgettable Nolans are raw with honesty and tenderly threaded with family connectedness -- in a work of literary art that brilliantly captures a unique time and place as well as incredibly rich moments of universal experience.

Why Must You Read it?


A Tree Grows in Brooklyn seems to fly under the radar, but ever since I read it before entering high school, before I even knew it was a classic, it still manages to be one of my favorites as it enters the life of a young girl creating a portrait of beautiful life even in the cruel light it sometimes manages to shine on us.

Handmaids Tale by Margaret Atwood




What's it About?


Offred is a Handmaid in the Republic of Gilead. She may leave the home of the Commander and his wife once a day to walk to food markets whose signs are now pictures instead of words because women are no longer allowed to read. She must lie on her back once a month and pray that the Commander makes her pregnant, because in an age of declining births, Offred and the other Handmaids are valued only if their ovaries are viable. Offred can remember the years before, when she lived and made love with her husband, Luke; when she played with and protected her daughter; when she had a job, money of her own, and access to knowledge. But all of that is gone now...

Why Must You Read it?


If you are getting ready to binge the Hulu award winning series, best to pick up this story to prepare. The story haunts me to this day from when I read it one summer a few years ago and makes one really think about the world women live in today and if we are getting a little too close to becoming a Republic of Gilead. Luckily, we have plenty of people like Offred ready to fight back and question what is right. This is the dystopia for the feminist generation.

The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank




What's it About?


Anne Frank's extraordinary diary, written in the Amsterdam attic where she and her family hid from the Nazis for two years, has become a world classic and a timeless testament to the human spirit. Now, in a new edition enriched by many passages originally withheld by her father, we meet an Anne more real, more human, and more vital than ever. Here she is first and foremost a teenage girl—stubbornly honest, touchingly vulnerable, in love with life. She imparts her deeply secret world of soul-searching and hungering for affection, rebellious clashes with her mother, romance and newly discovered sexuality, and wry, candid observations of her companions. Facing hunger, fear of discovery and death, and the petty frustrations of such confined quarters, Anne writes with adult wisdom and views beyond her years. Her story is that of every teenager, lived out in conditions few teenagers have ever known.

Why Must You Read it?


Anne Frank's diary is an insight into the mind of a person that may have been never seen. When I read this book along with my class, there was not one of us who was bored or weren't as into the story and the history that went along with the life of Anne Frank as our teacher was. The writing is wonderful and so is the feeling of spirit Anne left behind in each word.

And my brother's recent must read you may have seen in a common high school classroom...


1984 by George Orwell




What's it About?


Among the seminal texts of the 20th century, Nineteen Eighty-Four is a rare work that grows more haunting as its futuristic purgatory becomes more real. Published in 1949, the book offers political satirist George Orwell's nightmare vision of a totalitarian, bureaucratic world and one poor stiff's attempt to find individuality. The brilliance of the novel is Orwell's prescience of modern life--the ubiquity of television, the distortion of the language--and his ability to construct such a thorough version of hell.

Why Must You Read it?


When I asked my brother why everyone must read it he gave to long of a reply to coherently type. Let's just say he loved it and thinks it gives a fantastic commentary not only of when the book was written, but society today. Plus, the plot was pretty awesome.



Has anyone else given those books left behind in high school libraries a second shot since they left, or care to now? Any favorites I left out in my tiny list?

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Devil in Spring by Lisa Kleypas

So, I have never read a historical romance that enters the realm of bodice ripper before. It has been a realm of reading I simply have not yet breached, but oh my...I am so so glad I now have. Watch out mass market sellers, from bookstores to grocery stores! Here I come. And into this fabulously fun romance we go.


An eccentric wallflower…
Most debutantes dream of finding a husband. Lady Pandora Ravenel has different plans. The ambitious young beauty would much rather stay at home and plot out her new board game business than take part in the London Season. But one night at a glittering society ball, she’s ensnared in a scandal with a wickedly handsome stranger. 
A cynical rake…
After years of evading marital traps with ease, Gabriel, Lord St. Vincent, has finally been caught-by a rebellious girl who couldn’t be less suitable. In fact, she wants nothing to do with him. But Gabriel finds the high-spirited Pandora irresistible. He’ll do whatever it takes to possess her, even if their marriage of convenience turns out to be the devil’s own bargain.
A perilous plot…
After succumbing to Gabriel’s skilled and sensuous persuasion, Pandora agrees to become his bride. But soon she discovers that her entrepreneurial endeavors have accidentally involved her in a dangerous conspiracy—and only her husband can keep her safe. As Gabriel protects her from their unknown adversaries, they realize their devil’s bargain may just turn out to be a match made in heaven...

Devil in the Spring is like many historical romances I am now learning. It is a sort of marriage of convince, or marriage for appearances story. Already this book is added onto the pro list for someone who loves that sort of fun loving conflict with a dash of sexual tension.

And of course that kind of person is absolutely me.

“I’m not your enemy,” he managed to say.
“You’re not my fiancé, either.”
“Not yet.”
“Not ever.”
Gabriel wanted to pounce on her. He wanted to haul her into his arms and kiss her senseless.

The wit in the dialogue and strong characters that bring out bright humor and of course the very often swoon had me over the moon with my love for this mass market book I picked up at my local library book sale exceed my expectation and make me need to read more and more of Lisa Kleypas books. My Goodreads to-read list is filled with the first two in this new historical series of hers as well as her original Wallflower series that has been sitting on my to-read list already for quite some time. Until now.




I am not sure I can go back to perilously searching for the next contemporary romance that is fantastic in between my go to authors books when I have Lisa Kleypas to read more of.

If there is more heroines like Pandora and Gabriel, whose impromptu courtship after a bit of a silly mistake was the sweetest and most wonderful journey of a relationship and understanding of characters themselves sent me reading this book whenever I could throughout the day, oh, I know that I wont ever be dissapointed.

Dangerous creatures, wallflowers. Approach them with the utmost caution. They sit quietly in corners, appearing abandoned and forlorn, when in truth they're sirens who lure men to their downfall. You won't even notice the moment she steals the heart right out of your body--and then it's hers for good. A wallflower never gives your heart back.

And from what I hear, there is quite a few cameos who appear in this book that I can't wait to get in on.

This book was just so delightful and loved every page turning romantic, I would totally let you rip my bodice open too, Gabriel, if I had one, moment of it from easy jokes to heartbroken moments that I never expected to be hit so hard by while reading.


The Author



After graduating from Wellesley College with a political science degree, Lisa published her first novel at age twenty-one. Her books are published in more than 20 languages and are bestsellers all over the world.

Lisa writes for Avon and is represented by her agent Mel Berger of the William Morris agency.




Friday, July 27, 2018

"Un Cafe, Sil Vous Plait." Best Coffee Shops in Aix

While in Aix-en-Provence, one thing was necessary with early wake up calls; whether those calls be for adventure, or for an extra early art history class. What is that one thing you ask? Coffee. Though I am going to stand out as someone who might actually prefer my coffee back home to that of European brews (gasp), I still managed to find some wonderful coffee shops throughout my weeks in Aix on the go and while sitting for a few hours to get some much needed work done.



Columbus Cafe


A classic stop before class to get coffee or last minute work done, Columbus has plenty of coffee options hot or frozen which is great for when you want to cool off while also delighting yourself in a possible sweet treat. Even better? If you are a student, be sure to check out their student meal discount that includes a sandwich, drink, and dessert.

I recommend their dark chocolate chip cookie.


Mana Espresso


Run by an English couple, Mana Espresso is a cozy environment perfect for lunch or two sit with a preferred chai latte and slice of homemade cake.

Book in Bar


Yes, there is a bar in this bookshop. Or at least a coffee bar. Serving coffee, smoothies, milkshakes, and homemade pastry and slices of cake, Book in Bar is the place to go if you are looking to relax while being surrounded with your favorite paperback. Wifi not included, but the atmosphere fantastic for a bookworm such as myself. One could say I even spent a little too much time when I had a spare few hours to wander my favorite friends, or shall I say books, among the shelves.



Anticafe


For five euros an hour enjoy all the food and drink you like, and yes, great wifi connection too. Also I plus I found out a little late into my trip, they have ice!

If you are a student...


Be sure to check out if your school has a cafe of their own! Where I studied while abroad, though open a few odd hours a day there was a great spot where students could work and get a good cup of coffee for only a euro.


Though I only managed to hit a few of the great coffee shops and bars around Aix, no matter where you go, you are almost sure to find a place to sit outside and enjoy an afternoon people watching with an espresso, or my preferred cappuccino, in hand.

Monday, July 23, 2018

How to Survive Your Homestay

So, I hear that you are living in a homestay? With a host family? Are you excited? I wasn't, but I am hoping better positive thoughts for you to make this experience great. Because being part of a hosting situation is fantastic. Not only do you get to live abroad; but free meals, wonderful people who want to hear about your day to day experiences, and accommodations to live the life of people who are living the life you only get to experience for a few weeks, is all included.

That being said, it is no lie that usually this is a family situation, and with any family there are rules. Here are a few to help you survive and make the most of your homestay.


1. Prepare Yourself


When going away for your homestay, please remember: this is a person's home. Prepare yourself for the smallest of apartments to a house with kids and farm animals even. A person lives here and now you live here too! It may not be the luck of the draw five star mansion, but it is yours and your new host families together for the next few weeks.

2. Be Prepared to Learn


The language. The ways of the house, everything. You may have come to study abroad and have fun, but your homestay is definitely part of that. Keep yourself open to everything and make this part of a new, strange, yet exciting experience. Oh, and don't worry if you butcher the language for a while...or the whole time. You are learning!

3. Tell Them Things Up Front. Communicate!


Be polite, but also look out for yourself and tell your host family when something needs to change or you need something. I went a good three weeks afraid to let my final host family know that I didn't really eat meat. I had been shoving down perfectly good steak and not enjoying it. Just tell your family what you need. When I finally did I got a "ah, ok then."

4. Be Clean


Both body and room. No one likes a messy bessie. This includes your homestay parent(s).

5. Attend Family Meals


It's free food and usually, the food is pretty awesome. No one wants to be that person that doesn't show up to meals that are prepared with them in mind, only for their place to be empty at the table. This also is great to further get to know your host family and them to get to know you.


6. Respect the Schedule and the Time


When I got to my homestay, a rule was to not flush the toilet after 10 p.m. Strange rule, yes, but it was a old house, and the toilet was loud for my host mom and dad's bedroom next to it. Also when coming in late, try to be respectful and realize that it is you coming in late while everyone is sleeping. You are the only one that needs to be up in this moment. Shut the door slowly and try to be quiet.

This also helps not portray the college party animal American student stereo-type.

7. Say something when it's just not working


If you get to your homestay and things are just not working out, say something. Talk to your housing or student life adviser if the school has one. Take it from me, it is better to realize these things soon rather than later so you can get on with living your best homestay and study abroad life.

Friday, July 20, 2018

A Weekend in Paris

I used to think that Paris in a weekend would be perfect. I would see everything that I needed to and it would be the perfect amount of time.



I was wrong.

I could have spent a week there and still needed to see more or go back to that perfect spot next to Notre Dame and people watch again for just a few more hours.

But I managed it in a weekend, starting on Friday.

Friday


My flight landing mid morning, I decided to call Friday "tourist day." This really just means that I tried to hit all the major hot spots. Dropping my bag off at the hostel I would be staying in for the next two days up in Montmartre. I took the metro to my first stop I noticed after almost getting lost on my first metro experience on the way into Paris.

Notre Dame Cathedral




I walked out from the metro steps, and turning around suddenly before me stood one of my number one spots in Paris I have always wanted to see. Notre Dame. I stood before it and looked at the facade, the jam statues- my art history professors would have been proud. I am not sure they would have been as proud when they and I realized I accidentally cut in line to get inside. Still, inside the view was just as lovely. Stained glass shone through to chandeliers. 

I made sure to touch one of the columns. It is something I always do, usually in cathedrals that seem like they have a story. I set my hand on the stone and feel as if I am breathing in history. Whose hand has been here before? How I do play into its and story and vise versa. It is a strange thought. But a breath of momentary stillness as I continued on my journey through Paris.




Of course I made sure to stand on Point Zero as well.



After reading Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins, it was a must. Even if I still don't quite know where my own Etienne St. Clair may have been.

Shakespeare and Company

Aka. The independent bookstore of all independent bookstores! At least as far as I have seen...so far.


Wandering through the shelves packed with books and people, I spent a pretty great deal of time just waiting for a book to jump out at me. A sales attendant must have noticed.

"Can I help you with anything?"
"Um..." I looked around. "Can I stay here forever?"
She seemed to think about this. "Well, you can take your time."

She then helped me find and stamped my next read, She Came to Stay by Simone De Beauvoir.

Sainte Chapelle

Ever since I saw this beautiful place in photos whether it be on Instagram or in my art history classes, I knew I had to go and take in the gorgeous gold and color.


Walking in, the bright gold struck me first. Then the heat did, but did the amazing windows shining over me wherever I turned. For some reason I felt a little under dressed to match, but certainly not so to take far too many photos.



Eiffel Tower

After Sainte Chapelle came walking. A lot of walking. I walked for hours and man, my shoes got a workout. I walked all the way next, to the Tour de Eiffel.


Then, after seeing that there was no way for me to attempt at getting a ticket to go up the Eiffel tower, along the Seine, I turned back. Still much to see on this very busy Friday.

Louvre


The much to see of course included the Louvre as I walked through the most beautiful gardens before it. In the heat of the very hot day, people sat all around in the grass and along the fountains, dipping there feat in to cool off.


Then of course I came upon the pyramid.


I also got lost. Who knew one could do so in the Louvre? Slightly dehydrated and thirsting for art, I still managed to see quite a lot, including of course, the Mona Lisa. I could only imagine that if I didn't see it, I would be berated by my family who would be asking all about my trip once I returned home.

Tip: after 6 p.m. on Fridays, those under 26 can get into the Louvre for free!

Saturday


On Saturday, after becoming obsessed on Netflix over a certain tv show while stressing over finals during the school year, I knew I had to take a bit of a trip while I was in Paris. Where to?

Versailles

Where else? Even though after standing in the longest line during my trip after getting there early (get there early!) I may not have felt royal, but me oh my was Versailles made to be ooh-ed and awed at.



My favorite room while inside of course was the fan favorite of the hall of mirrors, everything felt so magical in there. I felt as if I needed to be dressed in a big hoop skirt, prepared to dance in a ball. Of course, I was only in one of my sundresses and surrounded by quite a few others, but I managed a few steps of some ballet or another on my toes to make past Kings and Queens proud. Well, I at least thought so.

I am sure with gorgeous rooms and a view over the gardens like they had, it would be hard to be to impressed.


My favorite part of Versailles however, was definitely the gardens. I got lost in the hedges and spent hours wandering. Even so, I still have things to see, including Marie Antoinette's little palace and gardens.


Maybe if I manage to make a trip back, next time. Leaving back on the train in the late afternoon, I truly made the day out of my trip to Versailles. And since the World Cup was going on while I was in Paris, I grabbed a pizza before heading back to my hostel for some much needed rest, while the rest of the city loudly cheered on.

Sunday


Sunday plans were a little fuzzy for me, I won't lie. My first goal however?

Coffee.

KB Cafeshop



After finding the spot on Google Maps I walked through Montmartre to KB Cafeshop where an Instagram-able flat while was to be found, along with the most delicious scone with butter and jam. I spent over an hour, just sipping and people watching out the window I sat in.


As I did people watch, a woman sat down next to me who spoke English. She went to Cambridge and told me how living in Paris was. Sometimes it seems those random conversations with a kind stranger with good taste in sunglasses and coffee are the best conversations. She told me since I was studying art history, to head to my next destination.

Musee de Vie Romantique


The tea house made this museum of romantic art even more beautiful. Under the sunlight it looked like a fairy tale sort of glass greenhouse.

Sacre Coeur

Since my morning walk turned into going a little longer than I already thought through Montmartre, I kept walking upwards. This time towards Sacre Coeur.




The view over Paris was definitely worth it to end my trip. I headed back down the hill and to my flight only for it to be delayed three hours, just in time.

Monday, July 16, 2018

Climbing Mt. Sainte Victoire

I dressed myself in a floral blue dress and wedges, unsure exactly how I was going to be spending my first weekend in Aix-en-Provence. I figured none the less that I would at least look nice after the rough weeks of switching homestays and switching classes and not being able to travel to Nice for the weekend because of said switching homestays. Looking at myself in the mirror, my phone was forever in its abroad position of being charged connected to the the character chord connected to the European adapter connected to the extension chord outlet. It beeped.



Opening it up to the only way to get a hold on of me on the Facebook messenger I never thought anyone used until now, my new friend Braden who also did not go to Nice was already typing a second message after the first hello.

"So, you want to climb a mountain today?"

I turned back to my reflection in the mirror in my pretty summer dress. I looked so damn pretty. With a groan I stripped down and redressed into black leggings and a slightly too loose pink tank top before I messaged back. While we set up a spot to meet before getting on the bus for the journey to the base of the mountain, I slipped on my trusty yellow Keds.

Because what else would you climb a mountain in?




Yes, I know. Probably actual sneakers, bus I was not too concerned. There would probably be a nice trail path and some shade as we hiked. It would be a nice fun day. So, appearing slightly homeless and very un-French as other women passed by in their cobblestone steady heels, I met up with Braden for a veggie filled brunch lunch at Toasty. Then it was time...to find the bus...to get off the bus almost at the wrong stop...to get off the bus at the correct stop...and to begin climbing Mt. Sainte Victoire.

I was pumped. I was ready. I was already sweating from the heat of 1 p.m. sunlight shining down on my shoulders as we began on the red and white trail. Another couple began the hike with us after getting off the bus at the same time.

She was from France.

He was from Columbia.

They were in love and talked all about the places they had been and other mountains they had climbed, both together and alone.

They talked, Braden and I-- ok, mostly I was trying to cover the fact that if I opened my mouth it would be to gasp for air. Cute French-Columbia couple were keeping a pace as we scaled the trails already hefty incline. They barely looked like they were breaking a sweat as we all paused to reapply sunscreen and then the next time for a little sip of water or two or three, and then the next time when they pretended not to see us stop as I collapsed to the rocky ground for another break as they kept hiking onward.

"I am not sure I am going to make it. I am dying."

Braden laughed, as I am not going to lie, I proclaim my death quite often. Then he saw my face. "Oh, seriously?"

I wasn't sure.






We sat there as I decided and drunk most of my water in the sliver of shade. I didn't even care as ants began to climb up my dirt covered Keds. I was not sure that I was going to make it. We could easily turn back right then, but then I took out my phone and took a photo of the trail before us. I took a photo of Braden's uneasy face that was now to be the face of determination as I stood up.

"Well, let's go."

"Yeah?"

I thought over my answer. I suddenly remembered the last time I went hiking almost two years ago in New Jersey on a camping trip with my first roommate, Allison. After watching a Yoga with Adriene video we adopted one of the mantras for that trip. I decided I needed to bring it back out.

"I accept."

We kept hiking. The trail got hotter and the path got smaller as we began to climb dirt and rocks smoothed over from many others doing this same climb. Soon I looked over the edge we stood walking on and could see nearly all of Provence it seemed like. With a laugh that sounded less and less like me gasping for air, I kept moving a new sort of spring in my step as we then saw the monastrary above us.

We were at least halfway there, if not more. We joked as we hiked and took moments to suck down the last bits of water we had as if we were in the desert. Before I knew it though, something happened all of a sudden.

I made it.



I climbed Mount Sainte Victoire.

So high I could almost touch the clouds, we sat on the edge of the cross where the couple was already there sitting and eating the bread they had somehow managed to lug.

"You made it!" They called.

Yeah, we made it.

I got to see the amazing view I'll never forget to prove it as Braden shared half of his peanut butter filled Clif bar that made our mouths dry from lack of water before heading back down each boulder and rock. We got lost on a separate trail on the way down and took the bus for an extra hour more than necessary, but the day we climbed Mt. Sainte Victoire was a day to be remembered.

To celebrate, for our first Aix meal out? Pasta and Provence Rose.



Amazing.

To be honest I may even climb that mountain again someday. Or maybe another. Is this am I a hiker now?

Maybe.

Someday.

Monday, July 9, 2018

The Rooftops of Moustier-Sainte-Marie


I saw a painting of Moustiers-Sainte-Marie in La Musee Grene in Aix-en-Provence, and I knew I had to go to the city overlooked by two mountain tops, and a star.


Known as one of France's most beautiful towns, a group of buildings are nestled into the base of the mountain, a star to evoke Saint Mary hangs between the two. The star that currently hangs above the town was made in 1957. It is the eleventh star to put up, though in 1995 it had to be recovered in gold leaf after having a fall, but ultimately was put back up to look over Moustiers once again.

Moustiers, though I came to see the star and the gorgeous town, is also quite known for its china. Still they have potters that emulate the china with small patterns that you definitely want to spend some time looking at, and if the price alright to you, maybe take home a piece that seems to be from another century.

Imagine sitting down to that at the kitchen table.


Moutstiers is a lovely place I could only imagine the most beautiful of love stories to be told. Lovers could be walking down the narrow streets and kisses shared in all the little nooks and crannies this town has to offer.

There was a story here, I knew it, though I am still not sure what exactly it was. Maybe one day, it will come to me during another hazy summer day.


Within the town, we hiked up the rocky roads to where a small well was. Slipping water bottles out from bags everyone began to fill their bottles.

"Miracle water," one said.

It is true in a way. It is said that one should fill their bottle of water and drink it while hiking up the Moustiers' Notre Dame, a chapel high between the two mountains. Once one made it to the top to the chapel under the star, you were told to make a wish.


Though I had not planned on hiking, I couldn't pass the opportunity to get to the top and see the star a little closer. Plus, I could always use a wish.

Step by 262 stone steps, I made the twenty minute trek to the Notre-Dame-de-Beauvoir chapel. The view from the top was definitely worth the trip, the view of Provence and Moustiers rooftops before me.


The day however was not over as I strained to wander and see all Moustier had to offer. Rushed from the beautiful town to the next event, I definitely recommend taking your time, or at least an hour or two to enjoy Moustiers.

Even if, like me, it was time to go to the beautiful lavender fields Provence dreams are made of.

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