I finished my second fiction book; away from the genre of Buddhism, Jesus, New Age and the happiness-seeking merry-go-round. Cathy put this book in front of me a week ago. It looked Carlos Castenada-ish, so I took the bait. Hell, maybe I'll even try chocolate ice cream next time we're out, just change up everything! Been that kind of year.
Colina's redemption finds her in this story. She was hell-bent on denying the beauty of her own life, staying just on the edges of it, always ready to escape the scene if things got too juicy, hard or intimate. It happened at home, the usual place I suppose. She's still there I bet, done running, settled in. Home is where it happens to me too, right here, every single time.
There's a sister I would love to meet. There's places in Arizona I would love to go. There's a town (Grace, Arizona) I would like to live in maybe, if they'd have me. The town doesn't exist fortunately, otherwise I'd be over there this weekend, looking for God knows what.
The author, Barbara Kingsolver, has some great lines. One of my favorite was something about she was so tired, wanted to lay down and sleep, like a boa-constrictor who had just eaten a goat. Another was wanting to lay down with someone (a man) who loved every square inch of her body. Yup, that's pretty close to what she wrote. I clearly like lines about laying down. I mentioned her in my Creative Writing class on Monday Nite. There's a following. I know, I need to tell you about school this Fall.
If you get a chance you probably would enjoy the diversion, I sure did.
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