I started this yesterday but I heard you can go on the internet and lie 😉 Here are the first lines: “Lydia is dead. But they don’t know this yet. 1977, May 3, six thirty in the morning,
Earlier this week I finished Salt Houses, finally. Can y’all believe I started it at the end of March?! Nevertheless, here it is, the final lines: “The song alights within Alia, a remembering akin to joy. Her mother’s garden,
I’ve shared snippets of this beautifully written, heartrending, monumental work before. But I’m reading it for the first time in its entirety, and I’m already in stupid love. “Well, you’re not here. Such is the ease with which one can
“It wasn’t where they belonged, necessarily. It was just where they ended up.”
Alleman witnessed the Gettysburg Battle first hand at age 15. Twenty-five years later she wrote down her recollection of those bloody days of war. This is how she introduced her account.
I’m trying to make use of what I already have during my (s)low buy, and a big part of the whole complex, multi-prong effort involves catching my “read” pile up to my “bought” pile of books.
For my birthday last month, I received a copy of David Sedaris’s Calypso along with a 1000 piece puzzle made up of cartoon dogs. What can I say, some folks know me real darn well.
For Christmas I received the complete set of the Harry Potter series, a dear favorite of Mini’s.
Last October I received The Professor and the Madman as a present. I’ve recently finished it, so here are, the last lines:
What is a life? A series of yeses and noes, photographs you shove in a drawer somewhere, loves you think will save you but that cannot. Continuing to move, enduring, not stopping even when there is pain. That’s all life