Another Day by David Levithan is a follow-up to Every Day by the same author. Not exactly a sequel, this narrative put you in Rhiannon's head, giving you the opportunity to observe A's actions from her perspective.
Whether viewed though his or her eyes, it's a love story worthy of reading.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Saturday, September 12, 2015
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun(Sonnet 130
by William Shakespeare)
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
(Many people believe this is an expression of true love: the opposite of blind, the opposite of flattering, the opposite of false compare. Personally, I'd be glad to receive a little bit of fake gold dusting on a love poem. What do you think?)