Nearly twenty years ago, I checked a book out from the library.
At the time, it was the most creative and innovative book I had ever
held in my hands.
It burst with colors and sheer unhindered joy.
I mention how long ago this reading occurred because at the back of the
book the author answered questions from readers.
Yes, questions from letters not emails or text messages.
I will never forget one of the submissions.
The letter writer shared how much she loved the author’s books.
Yet the next sentences were full of anger.
She said that she was so mad at this author for writing the book
she had always wanted to write.
SARK, the author was so gracious for including the letter and even more in
She essentially told this frustrated writer that she should pay attention to
the parts of the book which moved her as they probably contained elements of her
own heartbeat and writing gifts.
She explained how everyone has a book within them and not to give up.
I have never forgotten the letter or the answer for many reasons.
I recall it more often now as a blogger.
It is so common to open up my long list of blog feeds and read thoughts
and sentiments that are so deeply meshed with my own musings.
There have been days when I have leafed through the pages of my
list of potential blog posts, casually crossing them off as they have already been inked
I exhale a fearful sigh that even if I did write similar words, could they stand
up against those already transcribed.
More common now is my determined attempt to remember these words,
There is nothing new under the sun.
There is nothing new and writing what we know, what I know, is what
defines and connects us to one another.
Today I am joining a voice to a post I read yesterday.
Oh could I relate.
Oh how I could have written this post.
I am going to copy Sarah and set my mandate to not buy/acquire anymore
books until I make some serious progress on my piles.
This summer, I am going to share from time to time about my book reading, using a scorecard from
a favorite summer pastime.
Softball used to be big in the summer for this family.
Early in my education of the game, I learned that the first three batters were known as
in the hole.
A book read, I suppose will have crossed home plate.
I will rate each book as 1st, 2nd, 3rd, home run or grand slam.
Courtney has been home for almost a week now.
I declared her my reading soul mate on Facebook yesterday.
I have read a lot more since she has been home.
Don’t get me wrong, we have chatted and laughed endlessly but there is nothing
like one of us cozy on the couch and the other curled up in a chair with a book on our
laps and a pile of books from the library below our feet.
Time to attack those piles, starting with books which carry a bookmark.
The Hardest Thing To Do -gotta love those monks!
The Language of Flowers–for long walk days.
The Getaway Car-on my nook (super short!)
In the hole:
A Secret Kept– technically I listened to this while I walked.
I would declare it caught stealing between 2nd and 3rd.
Bread and Wine- grand slam!
The Gifts of Imperfection-grand slam! So good.
Every Body Matters-home run. I read this in January just never
found a time to mention it. This is an important book. It will rearrange
your thoughts about exercise.
Are you reading any home runs or grand slams?
What’s up to bat for your summer reading?
I would love to know.
I will add them to a distant future book list 🙂