Books books books.


After posting about Anne of Green Gables yesterday, I started thinking about some of the very first books that struck me.  Titles like Little Women, Portrait of Jennie, Are you There God, It's Me Margaret....novels that I've read and re-read countless times.
If I love a book, like really LOVE a book, I will read it over and over again, each time being as exciting as the first.
I will also highlight, underline and dogear passages that move me for whatever reason.

So then I started thinking it would be neat to look back and see what I've highlighted because it is much like a journal as it's a reflection of what I was thinking at that point in my life.

1) I dug out my original copy of A Portrait of Jenny by Robert Nathan.  I can't recall what it's about, but I will read this one again this summer to remember why I was so drawn to it in my teens.
"....such was my state of mind those early days of spring- neither happy nor unhappy; dreaming and waiting.  I didn't want very much, or hope for very much- just to see her again..."

hmmmm....I'm thinking I was definitely reading this one during my boycrazy years. It oozes love story.

2) Recently I read Bloom by a blogger, Kelle Hampton.  It's her account on how life can change from what we expect/want and how we can still find beauty in it. I LOVED this book.  But I would recommend buying the hard copy. I read it on my Kobo and didn't experience the beautiful colour photos that the text has.  Kelle is eloquent and I love the way she writes.  She also has much of the same view on motherhood that I do...

We ache when they ache, and we writhe with distress at the thought that they will, at some point in life, be hurt.  And they will.  Our children will hurt, many times along our journey, and there's nothing we can do about it but love them and hold them and whisper in their ears, "Oh, baby, Mama's here."  And when that times comes, we need friends.  We need sisters and brothers, moms and dads, cousins and friends.

Once you see a pink plus sign...once you know it's not just you anymore...well, you automatically carry around, for the rest of your life, an increased likelihood of having your heart broken.  And it's a constant fear that we struggle to put to rest.  We can choose to be afraid or we can choose to live.   And I choose to live.  Because an increased likelihood of having your heart broken also carries with it an increased likelihood of finding yourself the happiest you've ever been in life.

Seriously fantastic book if you're looking to be moved and maybe shed a couple happy tears.  I was reading this in Toronto with Jordan and was sobbing in the bed next to her.  She kept giving me weird looks, asking if she'd be able to read it.  Good tears, I say, Good tears.

3) In between being moved by Kelle's book, I have been sporadically reading an oldy that my mom (the family librarian) passed me.  It's called Motherhood, the Second Oldest Profession by Erma Bombeck.  It's quite cute and clever and has made some good points.

"...It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding.  Let none of you who read about the mothers in this book judge them until you have walked in their shoes of clay."


I could go on with more examples but I think that in the end, I love finding a book that can entertain me but I also love finding a novel that can inspire.  Lately I've been reading more of the latter because sometimes I find parenting to be discouraging and it's great to have someone else's perspective to freshen up my views.
Alas, shouldn't we be picking each other up, instead of putting others down?

Have a beautiful weekend!

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