I sit in my favorite gray and white chevron chair and, under the soft light of my reading lamp, flip through a book I had particularly enjoyed upon the first reading. That book, Purple Hibiscus, spoke to my soul, and I found myself furiously penning notes and ideas in the margins. Now, I sit rereading my notes, and nostalgia takes over. I find myself catapulted back to that first reading of Purple Hibiscus, the exhilaration when an idea was illuminated for me, the excited anticipation of finding a recurring symbol. Continue reading “On Writing in Books and Why I Do It”
I love the library more than I hate it, of course. I’m even strongly considering a master’s degree in library science so I can make “the library” my life’s work. I love being surrounded by so many books, genres, and possibilities. I love the sense of community a library brings and all of the book clubs and writing clubs and Excel workshops the library provides. I take my son to the library to complete his homework, and then he and I partake in a little reading or coloring in a couple of cushy chairs that overlook the lake.