Archive for October, 2011

And I Quote

Sunday, October 23rd, 2011

While my stuff, including my books, are in the middle of the ocean somewhere, I’m surprised sometimes how little I miss certain things.  One exception to this is my book of quotations.  I have a few, actually, but there is one in particular that I would turn to with quite a bit of regularity the way some people turn to books of poetry.  I would it open randomly before turning the lights out for the day and would almost always be rewarded with well-said pearls of wisdom.  But, of course, with the days of the internet, terrific quotes can be found outside of such books.  One I have particularly liked of late: “The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated.  And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough.  Nothing else really counts at all.”  This was written by Ted Hughes in a letter to his son by Sylvia Plath.  The son also later committed suicide.

My Name is Lilla and I’m a Book Addict

Monday, October 10th, 2011

Gimme GIMME a book NOW

I often say that one of the few things I’ve learned in life is to never go anywhere without a book, ‘cause life inevitable throws up tedious moments or even whole half hours, not to mention the waiting it involves.  Books can change those situations into something not only bearable, but even a nice way to have spent some time.  I was put in mind of this “rule of life” when reading William Gibson’s Zero History.  A character therein, a recovering prescription drug addict, recalls that his first way of dealing with angst was to burrow into books, hoping never to be found.  That need abated once he discovered Vicoden.  My god, I thought, was I, too, on the slippery slope to downers?  Did reading inevitably lead to drugs? …. Oh, sorry, what was the question again?  I missed it.  I had to read a book.