On Writing in Books and Why I Do It

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 ideasĀ 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”