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summerscoldhands · 2 years
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haveyoureadthispoll · 2 months
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Jayne Baek is barely getting by. She shuffles through fashion school, saddled with a deadbeat boyfriend, clout-chasing friends, and a wretched eating disorder that she’s not fully ready to confront. But that’s New York City, right? At least she isn’t in Texas anymore, and is finally living in a city that feels right for her. On the other hand, her sister June is dazzlingly rich with a high-flying finance job and a massive apartment. Unlike Jayne, June has never struggled a day in her life. Until she’s diagnosed with uterine cancer. Suddenly, these estranged sisters who have nothing in common are living together. Because sisterly obligations are kind of important when one of you is dying.
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uwmspeccoll · 11 months
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Marbled Monday
It's a mishandled Marbled Monday with this copy of The O'Donoghue: A Tale of Ireland Fifty Years Ago by Irish novelist and raconteur Charles Lever, Esq (1806-1872). The book was published in 1845 in Dublin by William Curry, Jun. and Company with illustrations by H.K. Browne (Hablot Knight Browne, 1815-1882), an English artist and illustrator also known by his pen name, Phiz. The first illustration in particular caught my eye—it's a guy (and his gun) being thrown out a window with the caption "The Reckoning." And what a reckoning, indeed!
The marbling is a pattern called Spanish Wave that also features brightly colored veining in red, yellow, and a darker blue. I called it a "mishandled Marbled Monday" because of the abrasions to the front and back covers of the book and the library accoutrement attached to the front inside covers. Certainly not how we would treat a book in our collection these days, though this one was recently transferred to our collection from the library's general stacks.
The bookplate that doesn't have a library pocket glued over it is that of the Earl of Mexborough, though which one we aren't sure. It is likely that it was owned by John Charles George Savile, 4th Earl of Mexborough, as he was alive from 1810-1899 and this book was published in 1845. The bookplate features the arms of the Savile family, with three owls on a diagonal stripe, a lion on either side in chains, and an owl atop a knight's helmet at the top. It includes the family motto: "Be fast."
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chibifox2002 · 2 years
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I'm not sure if this is classified as "goofy", but I LOVE the thought of Knack and Lucas acting like (accurate) siblings and screwing around with each other.
(Also I have a joke headcanon that Knack would like stuff like Hello Kitty, because I thought it'd be funny)
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munchymunchkin · 11 months
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bookcoversonly · 1 year
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Title: Yolk | Author: Mary H.K. Choi | Publisher: Simon & Schuster (2021)
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masontarro · 1 year
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lmaooo
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spokspsps · 2 years
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i am reading yolk by mary h.k choi and holy shit this book is so painfully human it's just like,,, holy shit
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mistwraiths · 2 years
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2.5 stars
I do always tend to enjoy Mary H. K. Choi's books but Yolk was a really hard book to like.
The characters in this book are deeply flawed and unlikable, and the story covers heavy topics such as bulimia, cancer, mental illness, binging, body dysmorphya, and others. It's beautifully sad.
I love sister books and this one definitely felt more like a realistic relationship because I have a sister and we're both quite shitty towards each other and say mean things. But we also help each other and have good moments. Jayne and June are quite fucking awful to each other, often to the point even I am like damn.
Jayne was an absolute MESS and self-sabotages so much, but I could sympathize with her anxiety and even her hatred of her own body. I do kind of wish that we got to be in June's headspace as well, I think that would have helped us understand her better and given us a break from Jayne and her life.
I like that June had the help she couldn't get herself to ask for. I like that Jayne also was getting help for her binging and bulimia. I still feel disappointed with it overall. I finished it and just felt wanting more of everything that these sisters needed. The cancer bit always felt not as prevalent despite it being the main point these sisters were talking again. I expected this book to make me super emotional but it really wasn't.
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laxeriasky · 3 months
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So I just started the book Yolk by Mary H.K. Choi and it’s already pretty good. The beginning was a bit rocky but it’s started to smooth out from there. I also love how it talks about cancer and food disorders ♥︎
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ptolomeas · 5 months
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CLOSED STARTER .ᐟ @ ON THE STEPS OF THE BIG HOUSE with @diamondsfromcoal, NIGHTTIME ON THE SEVENTH, AFTER THE BONFIRE.
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‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏  THE DOORS ARE LOCKED, AND bunny can't decide whether it's a blessing or an obstacle. she's chewing on the inside of her cheeks while thinking of their earlier visit —  and she can feel herself unraveling, bit by bit, thinking of the mortal who came to a place he was not welcome. her legs are stretched down the stairs, her arms holding her up while she looks out at the camp from her vantage point. not that this place matters much to her, it isn't home so much as it's a hideout —  something that she feels like her peers can easily forget. this is not so much a place of heart - warming permanent residency. it is more a reminder of who they are and why they hide behind the mist, what's left of it. to perry, approaching the house, she says, "doors are locked," and it sounds bitter instead of as neutral as she's used to, so she coughs and says, "i think that bonfire wiped them out, or the whole —  visit  ...   well," she trails off. "do gods sleep, or do you think mr. d is just pretending?"
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depressedonwednesday · 5 months
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we don’t talk about this line enough
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timeszen · 5 months
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Doodle Magic: Wizard vs Slime
Entre na Idade Média, onde a vila de Hamel é infestada por ratos e invadida por monstros. Como um jovem mago, você acenou com sua varinha para livrar a vila de uma multidão de criaturas. No entanto, um perigo maior espreita à frente. Você está pronto para enfrentar slimes e outros monstros formidáveis? Características:Seja um Mago Poderoso! – Atualize equipamentos épicos, colete e sintetize joias…
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churchofsatannews · 6 months
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Eerie Planet - Second Edition: A Photographic Exploration of Dark Tourism
From abandoned underground military facilities to ancient temples, mystical sites and macabre museums, the long-awaited follow-up to Eerie Planet has finally come to fruition, featuring Chernobyl, Whitby Abbey, Loch Ness, the infamous Amityville Horror house and many more. Comprised entirely of the author’s own full color photography and travel recollections of his investigations, Marquis H.K.’s…
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xyzphiner · 10 months
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Whatever, Sloppily Love (Translate, 20230813) [Eason Chan - 是但求其愛]
If love seeks only happiness1 (If love sloppily seeks happiness) – I asked and not ask love to be sorrowful? (should we also seek sorrowfulness in love?)
Clumsy for half of my life -- I can't comprehend what love is. Looking back, I never earnestly planned for my future. Now living in solitude, I get to reflect and examine what love is and then you are here.
Amidst the chaos, I met you. The romance camouflages everything into hope and anticipation. I suddenly feel that our affection is so deep, so adorable for a moment. Through the echo of my confession, I realized that sentience was never the same as love.
If one seeks only a lifetime of love (If one sloppily seeks forever love) -- you asked and fear – only fear – casually trapped in this love until the end of my life. (and fear -- only fear – trapped in this love until the end of my life.) [and fear my only fear of this love is to be trapped in eternity.] You endeared your parents, I hold compassion for my dear friends, we are both good people no matter how.
If love seeks only sincerity (If love sloppily seeks someone sincere) – I asked and not ask love to be faithful? (should we also seek loyalty in love?) Even if our ideologies and philosophies are mostly aligned yet we fail to harmonize then it isn't worth discussing how match we can be.
Upon parting (upon encountering) I wasn't expecting a deep hug sparked the unexpected flames between us. I hallucinated that we could resume this once-upon-a-time relationship for a moment. As I comprehend that moment and reminisce this feeling is not love.
If one seeks only a lifetime of love (If one sloppily seeks forever love) -- you asked and fear -- only fear -- casually trapped in this love until the end of my life. (and fear -- only fear -- trapped in this love until the end of my life.) [and fear my only fear of this love is to be trapped in eternity.] You seek perfection at work, I work diligently for my future, how could we have attention divided?
If love seeks only sincerity (If love sloppily seeks someone sincere) -- I asked and not ask love to be faithful? (should we also seek loyalty in love?) Even if our ideologies and philosophies are mostly aligned yet we fail to harmonize then it isn't worth discussing how match we can be.
If love only seeks peace of mind (If love sloppily seeks to be at ease) and fear – only fear – this love to be casually stable. (and fear -- only fear -- this tranquility of love.) [and fear my only fear of this love is stability.]
If love only seeks this lifetime with regrets (if love sloppily gives this lifetime with regrets) should we ask for another life? (Should we not ask for another life?) [Should we ask for another sloppy lover?] {Should we not ask for another sloppy lover?} Depends on the abilities of the two and if their scars of love are a perfect match.
The love of diversity -- the seven prismatic colors, the five flavors of taste even more dust would fall into the five aggregates of clinging.
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