Wednesday, December 17, 2014

- Reading life

The days are full of brush whacking ... trying to do as much as possible before the tree-cutting crew arrives next Monday with the ultimate wood chipper. And the making of presents ... some of which will not be done by the 25th, but then again there are twelve days to Christmas, right?

Still, there is always time to read ... sometimes no more than a page as I fall into a luxurious, physically-tired sleep, other times hours-long immersions when I simply can't put the book down. Two recent blog posts led to particularly good reads ...


Susan Wittig Albert wrote an intriguing review of The Pink Suit ... enough so that I borrowed a copy from the library. A book about the fashion industry in the 1960s wouldn't normally attract me, but I found myself caught up in the writing about cloth and a couple of quotes really stuck ...
"It was slow going. The bouclé needed to be quilted to the silk with the smallest of stitches, in tiny, straight rows, one inch apart ... there was no way to explain it --it went against reason-- but each minute stitch provided not only structure and support but an incredible softness." (p.145-146)
"Every fabric has a voice ... [and] those who warp and weave and darn; it's the song of their lives, too." (p.204)
Then there was Julie Stockler's post about Alzheimer's as "the thing you fear" and her very good recommendation of Still Alice. It read as truth (although the chapters would be more realistic presented as years rather than months) and yes, "It's about love."

2 comments:

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

Still Alice. yes. there are moments in this book i'll never forget....and isn't that a funny
thing to say....

Liz Ackert said...

How much we take for granted when it comes to memory ... I'm always amazed at what I have forgotten when I look back on old blog posts.