Submitted by chani90
Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130
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 damask’d, 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.
The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
Awww Kiera - so sweet!
Molly made this for a post at YALSA’s The Hub — it’s worth checking out, because there are lots of additional titles in the comments!
These are available — or soon will be — at Lawrence Public Library!
I spy a backlist favorite (ANNIE ON MY MIND) and a Fall 2013 book we’re excited to share with the world (FREAKBOY)!
Enjoy your weekend! What are you reading?
Don’t forget BookMarks Book Festival is coming up - Save the Date for September 7th