Being back in the States provides a wealth of opportunities to catch up on reading. Though, I tend to bite off more than I absorb at a time and literally surround myself with reading material. Just for fun I counted…6 books on my bed, 4 on my nightstand, and even more on my bookshelf’s to-read section.
Last night, I finally moved one of the books to the done section. The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. The book made me want to jump up, find a sunny, cute little writing desk and pour out all the thoughts jumbling in my head into written words. I also found myself tossing around some quotes from the book. Here are a few that stuck out:
“Now he has a world. What can he possibly do with it? He has no muscle tone on his wings. They are atrophied, probably beyond hope of recoevery. Where his pectoral muscles should be, he has a breast weighed down with words of human beings: by words interred, free-as-a-bird absurd, unheard! Sometimes he flaps his wings as if he nearly remembers flight, as he did in the first jubilant terror of his release. But his independence was frozen in that moment.”
“Can’t they be patient? Could you be? If your belly was empty and you saw whole baskets of bread on the other side of a window, would you continue waiting patiently, Beene? Or would you throw a rock?”
“Don’t try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you are good, bad things can still happen. And if you are bad, you can still be lucky.”
Have you read it? If so, what did you think? If not, what are you reading or what else should I add to my stacks of books??
b'ahava 