under_the_silk_tree | Straight On Till Morning & Blue Horses

My Thirty-Second book for

ljbookbingo is Straight On Till Morning by Liz Branwell for #27 Read a Book Based on a Movie, card found here:

Sixteen-year-old Wendy Darling's life is not what she imagined it would be. The doldrums of an empty house after her brothers have gone to school, the dull parties where everyone thinks she talks too much, and the fact that her parents have decided to send her away to Ireland as a governess-it all makes her wish things could be different.

Wendy's only real escape is in writing down tales of Never Land. After nearly meeting her hero, Peter Pan, four years earlier, she still holds on to the childhood hope that his magical home truly exists. She also holds on to his shadow.

So when an opportunity to travel to Never Land via pirate ship presents itself, Wendy makes a deal with the devil. But Never Land isn't quite the place she imagined it would be. Unexpected dangers and strange foes pop up at every turn, and a little pixie named Tinker Bell seems less than willing to help. ~Goodreads Description

I have always enjoyed the movie Peter Pan and Wendy is one of favorites. So I was very thrilled to read that the next in the Twisted Tales series was Straight On Till Morning and that the protagonist was going to be Wendy. The twist the author decided to do was so clever and very well written. I especially loved that the author chose to focus on the friendship that develops between Wendy and Tinkerbell as they have to work together to save Neverland. I highly recommend it!

My Thirty-third book for

ljbookbingo is Blue Horses by Mary Oliver for #24 Read a Book with a Color in the Title, card found here:

I really really enjoyed this book. I have read Mary Oliver's poems here or there but I have never read one of her books before. Unfortunately I am not eloquent enough to express how beautiful these poems were but I am for sure going to read more of her works.

One of my favorites under the cut:

I do not know what gorgeous thing
the bluebird keeps saying,
his voice easing out of his throat,
beak, body into the pink air
of the early morning. I like it
whatever it is. Sometimes
it seems the only thing in the world
that is without dark thoughts.
Sometimes it seems the only thing
in the world that is without
questions that can’t and probably
never will be answered, the
only thing that is entirely content
with the pink, then clear white
morning and, gratefully, says so.
~What Gorgeous Thing