Did I just hit a nerve? Ooops!
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? …we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us
The famous bee really got groove.
My two nephews had a blast yesterday. Photos to follow. Love, official party photographer.
time for a little brag. my one-year-old nephew, chad, wearing his best smile and an unmistakable innocence.