While I have approximately 46 hours of my summer left, I have been mentally checking off my list of goals I compiled as soon as my spring finals commence. I admit that this is the first time I have taken the time to pen an extensive list like the one I wrote in June, but I plan on doing it from now on. Somehow seeing them in my journal solidifies them in my mind and pushes me to fulfill them just for the satisfaction to go back and check them off later.
Well, due to the book nerd deep inside me, of course there was a book list included in my summer goals. I read almost all of the ones I set out to, plus some. Although I am sad to say that despite my penchant for southern literature, I only read one novel from this genre. But Anne Rivers Siddon's, The Outer Banks, will most definitely be the only book from this summer that will stay with me.
The constant literary allusions she uses makes me wish that I had taken more copious notes in my American Literature class from freshman year, especially on T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," which is a re-occuring central theme in Siddon's story of four sorority sisters who spend their spring breaks vacationing on the outer banks of North Carolina.
"I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think they will sing to me...
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown."
