So, last night, Brian took the older two out to see "Oceans" (which caused some trauma to the oldest who has a soft spot for animals). I got the youngest two in bed and looked around thinking of all I should do. Then I looked out back. It was around 8:00 in the evening, my favorite time of a summer day. Forget the chores. I got my book and some ice cream and hurried to the deck.
The air was just right, with a gentle warm breeze that just kind of envelopes you. I heard a rumble of thunder, or maybe it was a jet, and closed my eyes, pretending it was the ocean waves I actually heard and that I was at the beach. (You can laugh. I did.)
I skipped around a little in the book but found this one quote that I loved from an essay called Sweetness Preserved (love that title):
"I would say, partly from knowing the story I am talking about that though you may get a new life, you can't get a new past. You don't get to leave your story. If you leave your story, then how you left your story is your story, and you had better not forget it."
3 comments:
Love your description of the summer evening on the deck. You write so well! Do you read Bonnie's blog--she writes of WB often!
That book has the most lovely cover.
I think Berry has a worldview that is catching ....and his ability to say what he sees going on is amazing. I am right there with you in a marvel of his works.
I'm really going to have to check out that author! I love to relax by "seeing/hearing" the beach, too. :)
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