The blueberry pies haven’t been made. Ms. Kate comes in early every morning to make the pies fresh from scratch. And they weren’t made. There goes my breakfast.
There is calm before the storm as well as after. In a time when all I want to do, we want to do is go outside, it’s not easy during a thunderstorm. It is almost a cruel joke to have a storm in Texas during a quarantine when every other year the state would be in a drought. The one time Texans don’t wish for rain we get it. Hours stretch longer, and mood drops even further into a grey abyss than before; but when the storm is over, I can’t help but want another one if it means the sky takes on a face like it did in the picture. From inside my house, the windows filled with orange light that seemed to beckon an audience to see the aftermath of the chaos that was raining down upon our home not thirty minutes earlier.
As a bookseller in a major chain bookstore, I have noticed that people, even book lovers don’t understand what I mean when I mention the different sections and categories that books can fall under and what that entails. So I have put together a cheat sheet based on my knowledge as a bookseller in said bookstore chain. Obviously every bookstore chooses to categorize books to their liking and even still the books could be in different places than what the author and publishers thought the book should belong. Take this information with a grain of salt because books are a fluid thing, and can be placed in many categories. I should also note that everyone is at a different level of reading as well have their own preferences to what books they want and like to read. Rarely are sections set in stone to match the age or reading level. So I hope this will help understand not only your local bookseller but yourself as a reader!
For me and probably for a lot of people, the sound of rain is the most soothing sound to hear; from the roar of water hitting the ground to all the “pings,” “plops,” “thumps,” sounds that drops of rain can make on their decent. The sounds of rain have become so treasured that recordings of the rain have been made to meet the market of rain loving souls. There is a calm peace to the sound of rain. Maybe it’s human instinct that is found of the sound of what our lives have revolved and still revolve around. Rain, the bringer of fresh water, magic to plants and humans around the world. And there is a magic to this weather pattern. It gives relief to the dry, the thirsty, the dirty. Rain leaves the world refreshed if only for a moment. Water reflects of surfaces, catching light and releasing it. Rain is enjoyed during and after it has fallen, whether in puddles to be splashed or water droplets waiting to be caught. Something so amazing and magical can hardly ever be recreated. So, at best the emotions behind it, that it carries, that it leaves behind, can be captured and made into something. And that something I have found in a song.
At 12:56 in the morning of November 24, 2018 I finished a book titled A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara.
During the release of each Harry Potter book, and the years after, readers all around the world believed that there were only three wizarding schools in existence, and they were all in Europe: Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Hogwarts. All that really mattered was Hogwarts. Of course knowing the inner workings of the school for the most part helps with its popularity; readers will know the types of classes, teachers, layout of the grounds, how to get into Hogwarts, and most importantly how to be sorted into one of four houses.