I'm so excited to share with you all my first ever book display. Although I don't work with the Children's Ministry, I volunteered to help promote FernGully: The Last Rainforest, the choice for Family Movie Night. I thought a book display would be a great way to garner attention for the event, as well as learn about the rainforest. Initially, I had planned to create a mini rainforest between the inner and outer doors of the preschool; however, it didn't pan out. So, I opted for a foliage-covered table instead. I didn't realize until after I completed the display that I should have covered the table with brown paper. Oh well, there's always next time.
Ernest Hemingway. New York: Collier Books/MacMillan Publishing, 1987 (first published 1952). 127 pp.
Rating: Decent
**Note: The following below are my initial thoughts upon completing the Old Man and the Sea and is not intended to be a "review" per se.
"But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favours, and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them. The moon affects her as it does a woman, he thought" (30).
In my attempt to close my classics book gap, I picked up my copy of The Old Man and the Sea. To be such a short book, it seemed so long and boredom quickly came upon me. Throughout many of the old man's conversations with himself, I began to imagine the life of a fisherman. He who knows the ins and outs of the sea. He who develops a relationship with its creatures. He who appreciates the beauty of all its life forms and the sea itself, but will never be able to tame its unpredictable nature. He who understands the danger of the vocation, yet is drawn to "her" (as Santiago would say) alluring call.
Although I hoped for a better resolution, I found within the pages of this novella an old fisherman whose tenacious nature pulled him out to sea each day despite unsuccessful outings months at a time. However, I must admit, Santiago is a shark-killing, badass old man.
Anyone who knows me knows that
I love books. Upon my arrival at my previous job, my coworkers quickly learned that
I was a reader. During slow periods, they observed me devour books whether for
study or pleasure. Always seeking to procure books for Cultivating You, Inc., I
announced to everyone that I'd be more than happy to relieve them of any of their unwanted books. One of my fellow coworkers had begun replacing his paperbacks with
electronic copies. A day earlier than promised, Kyle brought me a crate filled
with books. As I walked in the door before the start of my shift, my
co-workers bombarded me with requests to borrow a book. Dumbfounded I
responded, "what books?"
