Cherry Healey is a television presenter, famous for her BBC3 documentaries covering topics including drinking, money, relationships, pregnancy and body image. The title of the book is there to grab attention. What the book actually does is to describe her life using various body parts as a starting point. I doubt this is an unique way of telling a story but it is effective in this case. You say you are afraid I shall think you do not love me—in saying this you make me ache the more to be near you. I am at the diligent use of my faculties here, I do not pass a day without sprawling some blank verse or tagging some rhymes; and here I must confess, that, (since I am on that subject,) I love you the more in that I believe you have liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel. I have seen your Comet, and only wish it was a sign that poor Rice would get well whose illness makes him rather a melancholy companion: and the more so as so to conquer his feelings and hide them from me, with a forc'd Pun. Fanny sits nicely between vagina and cunt – do you use the other two ever? If not why? If yes, in what circumstances?

Fanny by John Keats | Poetry Foundation To Fanny by John Keats | Poetry Foundation

published on 2017-11-05T10:24:12Z EP. 19 - Sex in a long term relationship: can it be hot? With The Hotbed Collective Why did you decide to write ‘Letters to my Fanny’? I wanted to write about being a woman – a real woman – not like the ones in the Disney films or magazines, but one that eats and jumps and isn’t graceful and likes nachos and sex. Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it—make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me—write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. But however selfish I may feel, I am sure I could never act selfishly: as I told you a day or two before I left Hampstead, I will never return to London if my Fate does not turn up Pam or at least a Court-card. Though I could centre my Happiness in you, I cannot expect to engross your heart so entirely—indeed if I thought you felt as much for me as I do for you at this moment I do not think I could restrain myself from seeing you again tomorrow for the delight of one embrace. My most recent came during Christmas and was one of the fastest I had experienced. It went from a few twinges in the morning to lying on the floor unable to go anywhere by lunchtime.

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No revelations, no lessons, and it felt quite dated already with some of the content potentially being a bit problematic... Hints of fatphobia for example. I have been reading lately an oriental tale of a very beautiful color. It is of a city of melancholy men, all made so by this circumstance. Through a series of adventures each one of them by turns reach some gardens of Paradise where they meet with a most enchanting Lady; and just as they are going to embrace her, she bids them shut their eyes they shut them and on opening their eyes again find themselves descending to the earth in a magic basket. The remembrance of this Lady and their delights lost beyond all recovery render them melancholy ever after. How I applied this to you, my dear; how I palpitated at it; how the certainty that you were in the same world with myself, and though as beautiful, not so talismanic as that Lady; how I could not bear you should be so you must believe because I swear it by yourself.I am sure this book will be criticised for her use of 'new language' but I felt it fit the style of how she writes. Not every book needs to be Shakespearian in text (and I would probably have quit this one if it had been). She has lived her life and struggled with many things yet she has achieved a lot as well. I have a sense of admiration for her and I know her children will grow up to be people I could admire too. You absorb me in spite of myself—you alone: for I look not forward with any pleasure to what is called being settled in the world; I tremble at domestic cares—yet for you I would meet them, though if it would leave you the happier I would rather die than do so. I really would rate this a 4.5/5, and I do recommend it to anyone who wants to understand and start loving themselves and to just learn that you are not alone with your thoughts and emotions, as everyone goes through this. If you want to start getting into self-love books, and just feminist loving books in general, I really would recommend this as a beginners book. I hadn't read many full on feminist books before, I only tried to read fantasy books hoping they had a badass feminist storyline towards it, but naturally, most of them have the typical storyline trope which isn't exactly what I have in mind.

Selected Love Letters to Fanny Brawne - Academy of American Poets Selected Love Letters to Fanny Brawne - Academy of American Poets

My love—I have been in so irritable a state of health these two or three last days, that I did not think I should be able to write this week. Not that I was so ill, but so much so as only to be capable of an unhealthy teasing letter. To night I am greatly recovered only to feel the languor I have felt after you touched with ardency. Partial to Bitcoin? You can beam some bit-love my way: 197usDS6AsL9wDKxtGM6xaWjmR5ejgqem7 CANCEL MONTHLY SUPPORT Each chapter opens with a letter to a different body part: 'Letters to my Fanny' covers sex, orgasms and periods; 'Letters to my Brain' covers education, memory and media; 'Letters to my Tummy' covers crop-tops, pregnancy and sit-ups. This book is a love letter, to my body. In fact it's several letters - to every part from my brain to my belly. I spent most of my life hating my body. I forced it to survive on a diet of ham; I squeezed it into asphyxiating support pants; I accidentally cut my delicate area whilst trimming my lady garden. But now I've realized that it deserves some well overdue TLC. This book is the story of how I've come to understand some vital life lessons, and started to love being a woman. I hope you enjoy it. Except you, Mum and Dad. You should stop reading now. It's for the best. I promise.'Tomorrow I shall, if my health continues to improve during the night, take a look fa[r]ther About the country, and spy at the parties about here who come hunting after the picturesque like beagles. It is astonishing how they raven down scenery like children do sweetmeats. The wondrous Chine here as a very great Lion: I wish I had as many guineas as there have been spy-glasses in it. Nothing makes me more excited for a day of designing at work than knowing that cherry is going to entertain me with these funny, inspiring and real podcasts. Its so refreshing to hear such open and honest conversations and to hear inspiring womens stories! Please dont stop :) It is an all too familiar sensation for Cherry. “I had my first UTI when I was young and didn’t know what was happening. I remember being scared because it was suddenly very painful to wee,” she says. Warm, honest and heartfelt, Letters to my Fanny will have you gasping in recognition. Read more Details This book is a love letter, to my body. In fact it's several letters - to every part from my brain to my belly. I spent most of my life hating by body. I forced it to survive on a diet of ham; I squeezed it into asphyxiating support pants; I accidentally cut my delicate area whilst trimming my lady garden. But now I've realized that it deserves some well overdue TLC.

9781405919791: Letters to my Fanny - AbeBooks - Healey

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your Loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. I hate the world: it batters too much the wings of my self-will, and would I could take a sweet poison from your lips to send me out of it. From no others would I take it. I am indeed astonish'd to find myself so careless of all charms but yours—remembering as I do the time when even a bit of ribband was a matter of interest with me. Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 2021-10-27 00:06:42 Boxid IA40274203 Camera USB PTP Class Camera Collection_set printdisabled External-identifier But I am running my head into a Subject which I am certain I could not do justice to under five years study and 3 vols octavo—and moreover long to be talking about the Imagination—[ . . . ] I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of Imagination—What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth—whether it existed before or not—for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty—In a Word, you may know my favorite Speculation by my first Book and the little song I sent in my last—which is a representation from the fancy of the probable mode of operating in these Matters—The Imagination may be compared to Adam’s dream—he awoke and found it truth. I am the more zealous in this affair, because I have never yet been able to perceive how any thing can be known for truth by consequitive reasoning—and yet it must be—Can it be that even the greatest Philosopher ever arrived at his goal without putting aside numerous objections—However it may be, O for a Life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts! It is ‘a Vision in the form of Youth’ a Shadow of reality to come—and this consideration has further convinced me for it has come as auxiliary to another favorite Speculation of mine, that we shall enjoy ourselves here after by having what we called happiness on Earth repeated in a finer tone and so repeated—And yet such a fate can only befall those who delight in sensation rather than hunger as you do after Truth—Adam’s dream will do here and seems to be a conviction that Imagination and its empyreal reflection is the same as human Life and its spiritual repetition. But as I was saying—the simple imaginative Mind may have its rewards in the repetion of its own silent Working coming continually on the spirit with a fine suddenness—to compare great things with small—have you never by being surprised with an old Melody—in a delicious place—by a delicious voice, felt over again your very speculations and surmises at the time it first operated on your soul—do you not remember forming to yourself the singer’s face more beautiful that it was possible and yet with the elevation of the Moment you did not think so—even then you were mounted on the Wings of Imagination so high—that the Prototype must be here after—that delicious face you will see—What a time! I am continually running away from the subject—sure this cannot be exactly the case with a complex Mind—one that is imaginative and at the same time careful of its fruits—who would exist partly on sensation partly on thought—to whom it is necessary that years should bring the philosophic Mind—such an one I consider your’s and therefore it is necessary to your eternal Happiness that you not only drink this old Wine of Heaven which I shall call the redigestion of our most ethereal Musings on Earth; but also increase in knowledge and know all things. Hanson, Marilee. "John Keats Letters To Fanny Keats, 26 October 1819" https://englishhistory.net/keats/letters/fanny-keats-26-october-1819/, March 6, 2015

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I kiss'd your Writing over in the hope you had indulg'd me by leaving a trace of honey. What was your dream? Tell it me and I will tell you the interpretation threreof. urn:lcp:letterstomyfanny0000heal:epub:6a99b31b-9cf9-40f2-a4d6-7877a10c2b07 Foldoutcount 0 Identifier letterstomyfanny0000heal Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t8ch2fk1t Invoice 1652 Isbn 9781405919791 I cannot say when I shall get a volume ready. I have three or four stories half done, but as I cannot write for the mere sake of the press, I am obliged to let them progress or lie still as my fancy chooses. By Christmas perhaps they may appear, but I am not yet sure they ever will. 'Twill be no matter, for Poems are as common as newspapers and I do not see why it is a greater crime in me than in another to let the verses of an half-fledged brain tumble into the reading-rooms and drawing-room windows. Rice has been better lately than usual: he is not suffering from any neglect of his parents who have for some years been able to appreciate him better than they did in his first youth, and are now devoted to his comfort.