It's a sadness unto itself, felt far too seldom, and yet entirely delectable to the soul.
It's 12:30am, and you should have been asleep an hour ago - you have to get up for work! All is quiet in the street outside your window, the oaks waving the midnight breeze into your cracked window. The world is hushed, happily blanketed in moonlight, and where normally your reading makes your eyes heavy - this time, this sweet instance of time when you must be the only person in the world still awake, you are abrim with your own secret world because OH HOLY GOLLY IT'S GETTING SOO GOOD!
and then, oh dispiriting state, you come to the end of a chapter and make yourself peer at the red-numbered alarm clock over your husband's heavy breathing...12:45am, eek. you battle internally - one side fighting for the right to your childhood - to the flashlight under the blankets magic that only a good story can provide - and the other side, oh the other side. the adult knows the child needs rest - for the day forthcoming holds much indeed.
you know the moment.
the sadness, the disappointment, the realization that you simply must not continue your reading adventure with Heathcliff & Catherine, Pip & Estella, Perrin & Ewgene...alas, they must be closed - their journey's paused for your beauty sleep. and it's just so deliciously sad...
you pray (if you still do that childish sort of thing : ) ) that perhaps your dreams, maybe tonight - your dreams will be as exciting, magical, and soulful as your book.
you know the one, the book sitting on your nightstand crying out to you.
wait, wait, little bookling-
your words shall not go unconsumed
like scattered crumbs from my table- non!
you will be savored, every morsel... keep pining for me,
i will hear your plea and return to you yet again.
your words shall not go unconsumed
like scattered crumbs from my table- non!
you will be savored, every morsel... keep pining for me,
i will hear your plea and return to you yet again.
in case you missed the point, my book is oh so summery and salaciously good. turns out Perrin can talk to wolves. Who knew!?
p.s. last entry was Ray Bradbury. Who knows the author of today's title?
you know i adore thee, yes?
mme. bookling
11 comments:
What the hell are you reading?
well if you were a good little girl and signed up for goodreads like you promised instead of making art all day....you would already know.
it's the Eye of the World - a fantasy fiction series by Robert Jordan. I would not normally read such, ahem, best sellers, but joel read them as a teenager, so i am tapping into his subconscious this way.
it's rather entertaining, very Lord of the Rings esqe.
I LOVE those times. My last one was 'The Kite Runner'...I stayed up WAY too late while Scottie Pottie slept away with my light shining right on his face! But before that I can't REMEMBER the last time I read a book that engrossed me so. Sad. But true. Send me something!
you never told me you finished kite runner...so gripping, no?
okay, something super engrossing? i am on it...and will think of something soon.
p.s. something is coming in the mail for you. i hope you don't hate it.
It's 12:33am for me right now, nuff said.
Man, the last time I was that engrossed in a book it was the Harry Potter series!
bc!
funny. very funny.
I ordered the book (Eye of the World) from the library after reading your previous post - basically I'm ordering whatever you mention in glowing terms. But I'm finishing Jasper Fforde's latest and am trying to discipline myself to finish that first.
Emma-
I am flattered indeed! But dear, I hope you like fantasy fiction, otherwise this book will lead you astray. Also, there are 12 books, and I will probably read at least 4 of them, so just be aware of this endeavor!
Also on my list for the summer:
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers and the next book in Madeline L'Engle's series after A Wrinkle in Time...not sure of the title.
I am not familiar with the author you mentioned, and despite my angst at this (and quick remedy of wikipedia), would love to hear your thoughts on that author, book, and how you came to read it.
Ok.
Mme.
Here's what happened to goodreads...I went to sign up and then I thought to myself...am I really going to sign up for ONE MORE THING to do on the internet???
Perhaps I'll sign up FINALLY when it's wintertime here for months and months and I have nothing to do but make love and read...but for the time being...I'm taking advantage of actually reading in the park up in the hills while my dogs frolic. I'm taking things out of doors. And it feels delicious.
XO
Plumey,
Yes, yes, I can totally see this. I also know that goodreads is VERY daunting in the beginning, and can suck a lot of time for the first weeks. After that, however - it's very low maintenence - just adding what you are currently reading and occasionally commenting on it. It's been a low key site for me, and on top of myspace, facebook, blog, gmail (53 emails when i camped), etsy, and everything else...I have one overworked keyboard.
Enjoy the sun - it's one of the book's best pairings indeed.
And red shoes.
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