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Top Ten Tuesday | Earliest TBR Books I Still Haven't Read Yet

Another Tuesday, another Top Ten Tuesday. For those who don’t know, Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme created by the book bloggers and list lovers,  373 more words


Endicott, Pyncheon, and others, in scarlet robes, bands, etc. (Nathaniel Hawthorne’s journal entry for August 22nd, 1838)

In the cabinet of the Essex Historical Society, old portraits.–Governor Leverett; a dark mustachioed face, the figure two thirds length, clothed in a sort of frock-coat, buttoned, and a broad sword-belt girded round the waist, and fastened with a large steel buckle; the hilt of the sword steel,–altogether very striking.

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Nathaniel Hawthorne’s journal entry for Saturday, August 13th, 1842

Saturday, August 13th.–My life, at this time, is more like that of a boy, externally, than it has been since I was really a boy.

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Quote of the Week

She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.

-Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter


St. Peter's Basilica: The Eye of the Storm

“Rome–mere Rome–will crowd everything else out of my heart.”

“There are sermons in stones…and especially in the stones of Rome.” (1)

During my high school senior trip to Greece and Italy, I remember anticipating the sight of Rome, and subsequently the Vatican City, more than anything else on our itinerary. 

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Mr. Thoreau has twice listened to the music of the spheres, which, for our private convenience, we have packed into a musical-box | Nathaniel Hawthorne's journal entry for August 5th, 1842

Concord, August 5th.–A rainy day,–a rainy day. I am commanded to take pen in hand, and I am therefore banished to the little ten-foot-square apartment misnamed my study; but perhaps the dismalness of the day and the dulness of my solitude will be the prominent characteristics of what I write.

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Literary Ramblings

While in Massacusetts, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to visit Concord (of Thoreau’s Walden fame) and Salem, the epicentre of the late C17th witch trials, immortalised in Arthur Miller’s wonderful, yet tragic play, The Crucible. 1,316 more words