"Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages everytime you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar."
[Cornelia Funke, Inkspell]
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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To Mom
Who would have thought, when years had passed, and you had left this world for good, I'd find such comfort remembering the way it felt ...
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It's already mid-June, and here I am in Hudsonville (the library--my oldest, dearest haunt), bereft of full time employment, my life a s...
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The cranberry red minivan had acquired a shimmy in recent years--a fact that its driver, Abraham, regarded in much the same way he regarded ...
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A few nights ago I had a long visit with some work friends. For awhile, our conversation engaged the topic of what God's purpose could ...
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I need to reread more often... I must say that you often convict me of this... (and I should use less ellipsis...)
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