Wednesday, October 5, 2011
What I would really like to do is sit back and read the work of others. Just, like, sit here and read. Monday evening, ahead of an event downtown, I slipped inside the cozy sleeve of a bookstore and swooned. Oh, there they were, be still my heart—all those books that I have been craving (real books, real paper). The Charles Frazier. The Alexandra Fuller. The Erin Morgenstern. The Diana Abu Jaber. The Chad Harbach. I came home with the Harbach, only because the new Michael Ondaatje wouldn't be released until the next day. (They had it in the store, I know they did, but the crafty lady at the front desk made like they didn't.)
Oh, I want to read. Oh, what writer doesn't. Oh, yes. My life is blessed. But. I just really want to sit and read. I want to use this blog to celebrate the work of others. I want to get the balance right.
Let me close by celebrating Miss Sarah Laurence, a multiply talented writer, critic, painter, photographer (and mom) who, despite being in the middle of writing a few books herself, took the time to read You Are My Only and to write so intelligently about it. I won't hijack any of her words. I'll just send you here. Talk about balance, Sarah. It's just so perfect.