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A Book Review: 'This Will Only Hurt A Little' By Busy Phillips

Through the tales of her new-found fame and life under the lights, Busy Phillips takes her audience a trip down memory lane accompanied by a flood nostalgia.


Busy Phillips is best known for her acting in "Freaks and Geeks," "Dawson's Creek" and "Cougar Town," but now the strong, independent and downright hilarious woman takes on the book world with her memoir "This Will Only Hurt A Little."

The 308-page novel is jam-packed with humor, heartbreak, and stark reality. She details her painstakingly real childhood, growing up with a sister she didn't see eye-to-eye with, as well as a mother whose parenting style doesn't quite mirror Busy's hopes as she got older.

As you travel through the pages and stages of her life, we feel her pain as she struggles with being the friend who was never quite pretty or confident enough for the boys, while her friends always seemed to knock them out of the park. We experience her first boyfriend, her first heartbreak and her first rape. Yes, first rape. And then she takes us through her life thereafter, trying to navigate the difference between right and wrong, figuring out that the sexual assault wasn't her fault.

She makes us feel her guilt, her various types of pain as she tries to stop blaming herself for every time she was done wrong by someone else. She shows us that she recognizes faults, including her own. Phillips never puts the blame on others for situations that have mentally affected her throughout her years but understands the two sides and difference of perspectives.

Probably the most prominent part of the book, the audience is taken through her acting career, from all her best moments to the times she felt worthless. She battles with understanding her worth and how to stand up to men while she tries to climb her way up to stardom. After being screwed over in a movie idea and also being fat-shamed for not being a typical, ultra skinny actress, she begins to recognize that the attitudes toward her are not her own fault but the fault of the industry. For having a normal, healthy body, she's made to feel plus-sized and obscured by other female counterparts.

She takes us through love, heartbreak, and devastation, as we travel through breakup and marriage. We become friends with the casts from "Freaks and Geeks" and "Dawson's Creek," and we even get a glimpse inside intimate relationships, romantic and platonic. We begin to see Michelle Williams in a new, intense light compared to the sometimes shady light drafted upon her. To say it plainly, the book is star-studded, so if you're in for a good name drop, it's a good pick for you.

Blunt, brutal and beautiful, her words are captivating, regardless of the severity of the topic the chapter provides. She calls out former co-star James Franco for being not only an emotional bully but for being physically aggressive toward her. Although headlines everywhere focus on her casting his name in an ill manner, what she writes is not about him, it's about her and the abusive nature of Hollywood toward women and how men are often excused for their actions, big and small.

This is a very no-holds-barred kind of book, with her constantly pushing barriers and changing mindsets. After reading the book, I feel like I could topple the patriarchy, so if you need a mood lifter, be sure to check out Busy's book.

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13 Of The Best, Most Famous Poems Ever Written

Masterpieces by some of our favorites like as Shakespeare, John Donne, and Homer.

Some of us read poetry for an eager and fast escape from this world. On the other hand, some of us read poetry solely to share it with the ones we love. There are miracles on paper that can easily be forgotten about if we let them be. The following poems are written by some of our favorites such as Shakespeare, John Donne, Homer, and more. It is clear why these have become some of the most famous and unforgettable poems ever written. So grab a pen, and interpret these poems in your own, unique way.

1. “Go and Catch a Falling Star” - John Donne

Go and catch a falling star,

Get with child a mandrake root,

Tell me where all past years are,

Or who cleft the devil's foot,

Teach me to hear mermaids singing,

Or to keep off envy's stinging,

And find

What wind

Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,

Things invisible to see,

Ride ten thousand days and nights,

Till age snow white hairs on thee,

Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,

All strange wonders that befell thee,

And swear,

No where

Lives a woman true, and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,

Such a pilgrimage were sweet;

Yet do not, I would not go,

Though at next door we might meet;

Though she were true, when you met her,

And last, till you write your letter,

Yet she

Will be

False, ere I come, to two, or three.

2. “Drinking Alone in the Moonlight” - Li Po

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine,

No friends at hand, so I poured alone;

I raised my cup to invite the moon,

Turned to my shadow, and we became three.

Now the moon had never learned about drinking,

And my shadow had merely followed my form,

But I quickly made friends with the moon and my shadow;

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Whenever I sang, the moon swayed with me;

Whenever I danced, my shadow went wild.

Drinking, we shared our enjoyment together;

Drunk, then each went off on his own.

But forever agreed on dispassionate revels,

We promised to meet in the far Milky Way.

3. “Sonnet 18” - William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

4. “The World Is Too Much with Us” - William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

5. “She Walks in Beauty” - Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

6. “How Do I Love Thee?”- Elizabeth Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

7. “ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” -Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

8. The Jabberwocky” - Lewis Carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

9. “Tears Fall in My Heart” - Paul Verlaine

Tears fall in my heart

Rain falls on the town;

what is this numb hurt

that enters my heart?

Ah,the soft sound of rain

on roofs, on the ground!

To a dulled heart they came,

ah, the song of the rain!

Tears without reason

in the disheartened heart.

What? no trace of treason?

This grief's without reason.

It's far the worst pain

to never know why

without love or disdain

my heart has such pain!

10. “We Wear the Mask” - Paul Lawrence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!

11. “The Panther” - Rainer Maria Rilke

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,

has grown so weary that it cannot hold

anything else. It seems to him there are

a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,

the movement of his powerful soft strides

is like a ritual dance around a center

in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils

lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,

rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,

plunges into the heart and is gone.

12. “Sea Fever” - John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

13. "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight" -Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Save these poems for your next coffee shop date or solitude moment. You might be surprised at how much you can find yourself in a poem.

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11 Books On My Reading List This Summer

"A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one." ~ George R.R. Martin


I absolutely love to read. When I was younger, you would never find me without a book in my hands even if I only had a few minutes to crack it open. Anytime we got into a car, during the previews before movies started, at lunch when I should've been eating, a book would be open in my lap as I devoured every sentence, yearning for more. Once I started high school, it became harder to find time to read because of classes and extracirricular activities. I haven't had much time to read during college either but my goal for the summer is to always have a book in my hands, starting with these.

1. "Lord of the Flies" by William Golding

I didn't have to read this for high school but I've heard a lot about it so I figured I should take the plunge.

2. "Along Came a Spider" by James Patterson

Growing up, my mom had a bookshelf full of books by James Patterson. "Along Came a Spider" is the first book of the Alex Cross series which I eventually want to start and finish.

3. "The Hate U Give" by Angie Thomas

A popular book right now, I might as well jump on the bandwagon.

4. "The Psychopath Whisperer" by Kent Kiehl

While in college, I have taken classes about criminal behavior and psychopaths. It's safe to say, I am fascinated and want to learn more.

5. "How to Make Friends With the Dark" by Kathleen Glasgow

This book speaks to me as it follows the struggles of a boy who loses his mother.

6. "The Subtle Art of Not Giving A F*ck" by Mark Manson

Sometimes I care too much about pointless things that I can't change. This book is designed to help let go of all the useless things that happen and focus on the things that matter.

7. "Fahrenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury

Like "The Giver" and "1984", "Fahrenheit 451" presents a dystopian society different from our own. These books are always interesting to read because they show a different perspective of the world.

8. "Seven Ways We Lie" By Riley Redgate

I've always wanted to read about the seven deadly sins and this book seems interesting because the characters identify with the sins.

9. "A Storm of Swords" by George R. R. Martin

I am caught up on all things "Game of Thrones", except the books. I know how different books can be from shows and I'm excited to see just how much they diverge.

10. "Impulse" by Ellen Hopkins

Ellen Hopkins writes stories through poems and each stanza is just as, or even more powerful than the paragraph it could be replaced with. I started reading Ellen Hopkins over the summer and I can't wait to continue.

11. "Different Seasons" by Stephen King

After seeing "Pet Semetary" and "It", I wanted to read their book equivalents or any book by Stephen King. I chose "Different Seasons" because it contains four novellas that depict horror in a sense that is different from what Stephen King is known.

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