Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I’ve only found sorrow.
The thing I most liked is that I don’t think it could have been written by a younger woman. There is a weight to the wisdom and tender nuances that the book holds that I think could not be supported by an author who had not herself been marked by life. Not to mention the authority required to steward such a vivid, charged and political story.
I’m hoping to get more reading in this year (but then I’m hoping to get more everything in and so we’ll see!). I enjoyed Little House on the Prairie over Christmas and I have just started Stoner by John Williams on the recommendation of a good friend. Twenty pages in and I love it already.