I
absolutely love the rain. I couldn't wait to get home & hop into
bed, listen to the sound of the rain on my roof. It's the gray, still
days that bring me down. It could rain 3/4ths of the year & I would
be content. The rain invigorates me. I feel like the sun sucks energy
from me & disperses that energy all around me but I am never able
to recapture any of it directly. I think that's why I sleep so much in
the Spring & Summer.
This
book was a gentle, good bedfellow & I was sorry to see it end. I'm
not sure that it was necessarily well written or even that I liked the
story but my eyes scanning the words on the page for the last 6 nights
brought me a great deal of comfort. Eventually, I hit that wave that I
just couldn't help but ride out until the end. Although I wanted to
prolong it as much as I could, I was too close to the finish to stop
reading. So the read is done now & I must begin again...a new,
fresh & energetic commitment to a new book. It will be quite an
undertaking...it's something like 600 pages long. I don't do long books
typically...too much commitment. But I will try because the story looks like it could be worth the time & effort.
These
seem to be the only commitments I can manage...the commitment to a
novel. Only once did I try to commit to another person & when it
was over, my conclusion was that I would be hard pressed to find as
fulfilling a relationship with another human being as that of the
relationship between the reader & read.
I felt like I wanted to break stuff all day today.
