It’s been quiet on the Blog front this past week. I’ve been sidelined by a rather nasty sinus and chest infection which left me unable, and unwilling, to focus on writing.
I spent most of the week finishing several books that I have lying about the house: The Parable of the Talents and The Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler, Home by Toni Morrison, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot, Mentor for Life by Natasha Robinson, Faces at the Bottom of the Well by Derrick Bell, and Someone Knows My Name by Lawrence Hill. This Bibliotherapy did very little to relieve the physical symptoms of my sinus infection, but it did much in the way of uplifting my soul and refilling the well of creativity.
Reading is such an important pastime for me. I’m actually a bit sad that my seemingly endless reams of free time are quickly coming to a close as I ramp up to start school (particularly since I think it’s going to bore me to death). I’ve read so much in the last three months that I wish I had a reading partner that I could discuss and share all of these ideas and concepts with. Someone who I could hand a book to and say “read this and tell me what you think” and they would read it in two days flat and we would talk and talk and talk about said reading for the next week. *sighs* A girl can dream.
Over the past two years, I’ve given myself quite an education with regards to all kinds of topics from history to feminism to systemic racism. I still find it fascinating that you can learn anything that you want to just by picking up a book (or three). I’m always a bit concerned by that one figure that says that there are people who never read another book once they graduate from High School or College. How is that possible?? If you don’t read, how do you learn things? Where do your ideas about life come from? What do you do in that liminal state when you’re trying to fall asleep at night? How do you know anything without reading and thinking and reading and thinking and thinking and reading some more? I don’t know. I’m not sure that I will ever understand people who don’t read for fun.
Anyways, this is me easing back into my writing, dipping my toe back into the daily writing practice by talking about something that I enjoy above almost everything else (except for maybe salsa dancing). I’ll be back tomorrow, but I’ll leave you with some favorite quotes about reading:
“Think before you speak. Read before you think.” ―Fran Lebowitz, The Fran Lebowitz Reader
“To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.” ―W. Somerset Maugham, Books and You
A house without books is like a room without windows. – Heinrich Mann
A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. – George R.R. Martin
I’ve never known any trouble that an hour’s reading didn’t assuage. – Charles de Secondat
A room without books is like a body without a soul. – Marcus Tullius Cicero
Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home. – Anna Quindlen
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counsellors, and the most patient of teachers. – Charles William Eliot
It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it. – Oscar Wilde