Monday, October 22, 2007
When people ask me, “Do you collect books?” I always say, “No, books collect me.”—Nicholas Barker
[No one can be] an orthodox collector or a true bibliophile who had not at one time committed a great and foolish extravagance.—Daniel M. Tredwell
Wear the old coat and buy the new book.—Austin Phelps
Growing up, I didn’t think that there was any other way to live, than to be surrounded by books. Doesn’t everyone have books overflowing from shelves in every room of the house? Didn’t everyone grow up running their fingers along the countless spines of books in the basement? Books on psychology and math and history, novels and poems and essays?
Monday, October 15, 2007
The much-anticipated rain is here, and though I wish it were stronger and I wish I could hear thunder, I’ll take it.
The clouds ripple in an indecisive grey, but the treebark blackens with moisture, and everything glows with a rainy sheen.
And I would write more, but I have hot apple cider and a murder mystery, and I’d be a fool to waste them while the weather is so obliging…—jl
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
gloomy weather, hear my cry
“Go, eat and drink, for there is the sound of a heavy rain.”—Elijah, in First Kings
I know a lot of people whose moods are affected by the weather: a bleak day makes for a bleak mood. I’m one of those people… only in reverse. Rain makes me comfortable, while too many sunny days (read: our weather right now) makes me mutter irritably.
After too many sunny days—say, four—the weather’s cheerfulness feels forced. You know how you’ll be smiling for a bunch of photos at some event, and then your smile freezes, your face grows numb, and you wonder if you’re smiling or grimacing…? Well, the sun is leaving me numb these days.