Thursday, September 25, 2014
My Favorite Things
So as i grow older and reflect on who i am as a woman, Christian, mother, sister, aunty, grandma and friend...
i find that mostly things in my life have remained the same. I still love books, journaling, writing, music and painting and creating art.
some of my most favorite things
Favorite Books
in no particular order
Song of Solomon---Toni Morrison
The Temple of my familiar-Alice Walker
The God of Small things---Arundhati Roy
i love book shelves and book nooks and candles that are scented deliciously....i will cont. lol i am at work....and i am back....
These are the two books i most recently complteted. And i am a better person for it, meaning i am honoring words, debate, life, research of the American novel, poetry that i am not certain i get unless i sit and ponder a while, do some research on the woman who pinned those words and the times she lived in and how she translated her story of what she saw, felt and lived. These books gave me back why i like to research while reading. I love fun books, mysterious, somewhat romantic and contemporary, science fiction, classic and otherwise. Yet, when i put on a more critical review of the words that are displayed within the clutches of my hand and on my lap, sitting comfortably awaiting transformation...being the reader reading the writer and all of the very reasons they chose to use this particular word or that to describe a woman, a place a time, a man who fathered children yet are absent in the meat of the story but in the readers mind feel him looming over our shoulders tense, barely beating down our back to tell us "isn't it wrong the writer forgot about us", "isn't it wrong that i am no longer there, can't somone here me...i am right here trying to get back into the lives of my family, for my family..." and so the heart break goes when characters disappear, climates change out of character to appease the writers light journey they want us to travel down because they are not ready to face
the inevitable distruction of their own pain.
Thank you Toni Morrison for making me look deeper, and be the reader, question, asking, wondering, going beyond. As well as understanding and enjoying the front to the back page of a story.
life like a story goes on it winds down many a road before there is every a complete finale.
Enjoy your reading.
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