The birth of a reader
Image by Totomel
I have fallen in love with books. (A strange confession for a woman of words, I know. I’m a late bloomer.) Non-fiction. Memoir. Discovering I am not crazy (Sylvia Plath was crazier.) I’m not alone (Mary Karr keeps me company.) I’m not the only one secretly hoping for a threatening disease to excuse her from really living (Carlene Bauer confesses our shame.) I will myself into Sabrina Ward Harrison’s able hands, Annie Dillard’s pleasant vulgarity, Luci Shaw’s verse, and Kathleen Norris’ lovely sheets. Unfolding my knownness, giving colour of eye, shape of mouth, to the God I confess.
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Part of Imperfect Prose Thursdays
8 comments
oh, this is lovely. i love books too. i love others’ prose. how else can we learn? and if we’re crazy, oh well… it’s a sacrifice i’m willing to make for pure verse :) love to you friend. thank you so much for linking up! xo
Indeed - one can fall in love with books. When I read a good book, my family knows I won’t hear them - even if they shout in my ears and shake me…
Claudia
What an awesome picture! I too, LOVE books. Every time I finish one, the smile takes over my face…and then…when starting a new one. Books are a gift, a treasure.
books are always something we can come back too …. I just love how the books wait on shelves :)
It’s crazy how often I go to books to escape into someone else’s life, only to find myself face-to-face with . . . me. Thank you for sharing. (I’ve been looking for a good book to read! Might have to check out a few of these.)
I know and love many of the authors you mention. Makes me think I’d love the others too. Thanks!
Oh, and splendid pic.
oh, the brevity,
the cleverness,
the implications,
wonderful.
Clever Witty, and just plain entertaining verse.
Joanny
came by Emilys Thursday,
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