Sunday Sentence.

The despair in books was a distant, safe thing. She’d thought she understood the depth of the emotion as she read through the pages of her beloved books, her life touching those of men and women long dead. She’d felt for them, cried for them, tried to breathe for them when they no longer breathed. And then, she’d been able to close the book and place it on its shelf, the words trapped between the leather covers.  ~ My Lady Jane, Cynthia Hand, Brodi Ashton, and Jodi Meadows
I sincerely enjoyed this book.  For anyone in the market for something wonderfully creative, I highly recommend the novel.

Sunday Sentence.

Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”

Kissing in America by Margo Rabb

There were parts of this book I liked… The set up was great, but the third act really fell apart.  Still, there was some decent characterization and a few lines that worked for me.

Sunday Sentence.

I was, in my heart, a reader, which really, then, was the beginning of it all, since writers are just readers who need a job.” — Carolynn Carreño, author of the forthcoming cookbook Bowls of Plenty

It’s still Sunday in the States!  My mother in law sent this to me (as part of a larger quote) and it struck a chord with me.  The reference ‘reading’ above is EB White, one of the authors I first fell in love with when I started reading (and haven’t looked back).

Sunday Sentence.

“And to all the little girls who are watching this, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams.”

Hillary Clinton

I’m not even close to getting over what happened last week and what is continuing to happen in the States right now.  #ImStillWithHer

Sunday Sentence.

In the shadows of tall buildings
Of fallen angels on the ceilings
Oily feathers in bronze and concrete
Faded colors, pieces left incomplete
The line moves slowly past the electric fence
Across the borders between continents…

In the cathedrals of New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is

In the shadows of tall buildings
The architecture is slowly peeling
Marble statues and glass dividers
Someone is watching all of the outsiders
The line moves slowly through the numbered gate
Past the mosaic of the head of state

In the shadows of tall buildings
Of open arches endlessly kneeling
Sonic landscapes echoing vistas
Someone is listening from a safe distance
The line moves slowly into a fading light
A final moment in the dead of night.

In the cathedrals of New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is.

Jump Little Children – Cathedrals Lyrics 

I hadn’t thought about this song in a very long time and then driving back from Abu Dhabi last week it just sort of popped in my head.  It feels timely again.  I’ve highlighted the lines of the chorus, because I’ve always loved them.  As an expat, for some reason, they are exceptionally poignant.