Hey dolls! I just recently did another trade – you guys should know that I love to trade my crochet stuff for books. This came out to be a classic book haul! I love to exchange my crochet apparel for books as right now I am trying to fill my apartment with them and I’m trying to get back into reading. I’ll show you what Jena picked out: a sage green ear warmer, burgundy leg warmers, and the cutest autumn inspired wrist warmers. She’ll need them in Colorado. Without further ado, here’s the books I received:
All Quiet On The Western Front
I personally love this novel and already have 2 paper back copies but when I saw this cover I knew I had to have it. It’s a classic.
I cannot tell you how happy I am to own a copy of this epic. I love historical fiction, poetry, mythology and this is required reading. Just the first few stanzas to me were so beautiful.
Anthology of English Poetry
I’ve been collecting anything that is 18th or 19th centuary and I thought this would go perfect alongside another book of poems and illustrations I thrifted. I am not always in the mood for Old English, but I find old English poetry very flowery and an insight to the type of lifestyle there was back then.
So that’s about it for this mini book haul. Have you read any of the books on this list? I do have another book haul I did last month you can view by clicking here. I love love love doing trades, if you want to trade shoot me a message, comment below, it would be so fun to collab.
On another note, I will be posting every day for the next 7 days as part of a personal challenge in January. It’s really to keep my mind off of what’s happening tomorrow. I don’t know how I’ll be able to work knowing that my mom will be on her way to the vet clinic to put down my dog. I think about writing a poem for him, but when I try to get the words down the page becomes a watery blur. I will cover myself with books and type, and hopefully this will break my fall as it does feel like the floor has given way to a black hole. No words can capture my heartbroken face, squeezing my eyes shut, or that all I see is my rage. I don’t want him to go. Don’t take him. Leave him here, please I wish I could hug him one more time.