The quotation which will be the name of this blog comes from Virginia Woolf. I’m not a fan of this writer; like too many female writers she committed suicide in what could be called the “prime of her life.” She had a successful marriage, a huge collection of friends who adored her, and her own private publishing business in partnership with her husband. Who knows why this happens? Well, I’m not going to waste my precious time wondering about it. I’m no Virginia Woolf in terms of talent but I didn’t even begin writing until I was 50.
However, I was looking up good book quotes and I chose the above. Why? My own truth is enclosed there. Like many life-long readers I re-read some beloved books many times over. This isn’t always a good idea; you can get stuck in a parallel universe and never get free. But if a book is a mirror of your own soul you want to look into that mirror over and over. I can honestly say that the books I’ve read have become a part of me and have provided flashes of truth about various elements of my universe. I will enjoy thinking all of this through, all the different books from when I was barely out of toddler-hood until the present day.
As we age we begin to think about the end of our lives. It’s natural to do so. I settled a question within myself a while back; if I can read–if I have access to books–I don’t care what happens to me. I’ve worked in an assisted-living establishment so I’ve had a double shot of reality where day-to-day living is concerned. It’s crowded–doesn’t always smell good–most are in pain. But I still say that if I can read I’ll be alright.
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