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Hello, y'all! I am THRILLED to be with you on a Monday in September, because you know what that means? TIME FOR THE SILMARILS! *cue the confetti* I am so honored to be able to host a Silmaril Award again this year! They are always an absolute blast, and definitely spice up my September! (Or at least, last year's Silmarils did. Hosting the Strangest Characters in my dorm room was a Whole Thing . I'm hoping this year's characters will be sliiiiiiightly better behaved, but I guess we'll find out.) In case you've never heard of these illustrious awards, and are wondering what the heck Samantha is freaking out about, the Silmaril awards are the equivalent of the Tonys or Oscars or Golden Globes...but for fantasy characters. Awarded by Tolkien's characters in multiple fantabulous awards ceremonies at the end of the month of September, each Silmaril honors a character in one of eleven categories. The best part? Y'all are the ones who get to nominate and vote ...

Good, Better, Best: World War II Fiction

The picture for this header is actually from my visit to Auschwitz. I was thinking to myself the other day that it'd been a while since I'd done a Good, Better, Best post, but that I should definitely think about doing another, because it's something that's sorta unique to Bookshire. And then the thought "well, you're read a lot of WWII historical fiction" popped into my head, immediately followed by a list at least four books long of WWII books I'd read recently, and I resolved that this post would get written. I feel like everyone and their best friend is obsessed with World War II these days (which is part of the reason why I feel safe writing this post, lol) and it's not exactly a novel topic, but...I really do read quite a bit of WWII historical fiction. All you really need to do is say "set during WWII", and I am immediately on board. I'm not entirely sure why--maybe it's because of my obsession with British authors who wer...

Musings on Art

Image credit to owner. This is the National Shrine of Pope St. John Paul II in DC, which I also visited. So, I went to the National Gallery in Washington DC when I was there over Thanksgiving break (shoutout to Eowyn for taking me there and playing "find the decay" in the still lifes of the Dutch Masters with me!) and while that was amazing all on its own (so much art, y'all), it also made me think about what art means to me vis a vis being Catholic. And y'all know I can't pass up a good discussion of anything vis a vis Catholicism. So here we are. One thing that I noticed as we were walking through the galleries is that I stopped and looked far longer at the Catholic art. Not that the non-Catholic art wasn't beautiful (the still lifes of the Dutch Masters were my next-favorites), but it just didn't hold my attention for as long. It didn't give me anything to look at, to watch for, to analyze. Especially the landscapes, which were beautiful but merit...

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