~Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems, 1946-1966
Happy Weekend, friends! We hope the past two weeks have treated you kind and that, if you are on the top half of the globe, Spring is putting a little extra spring in your step. It’s butterfly season, is it not? And for our Southern global friends, these cooling temperatures make it excellent reading weather. Put the two together … butterflies and books … and you have the makings for a magnificent Reading Rainbow. Add some Jimmy Fallon in the mix and, well, we’ll let you see for yourself. Enjoy this weekend’s theme on the joy of books and reading!
(PS–are you sensing a trend around here? We seem to be falling into a pattern of two weekends of “new” material; one weekend of archived material. This seems to be working well for me and Jennie, so we’ll probably continue it for a while.)
Butterfly in the sky
I can go twice as high
Take a look
It’s in a book
A reading rainbow
A reading rainbow
“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times?” Mo had said…”As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.” ~Cornelia Funke, Inkspell
“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.”
–John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
“[D]on’t ever apologize to an author for buying something in paperback, or taking it out from a library (that’s what they’re there for. Use your library). Don’t apologize to this author for buying books second-hand, or getting them from bookcrossing or borrowing a friend’s copy. What’s important to me is that people read the books and enjoy them, and that, at some point in there, the book was bought by someone. And that people who like things, tell other people. The most important thing is that people read… ” ~Neil Gaiman
“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though.” ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
They published your diary
And that’s how I got to know you
The key to the room of your own and a mind without end
And here’s a young girl
On a kind of a telephone line through time
And the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend
“Virginia Woolf” by The Indigo Girls
“When I read the actual story-how Gatsby loves Daisy so much but can’t ever be with her no matter how hard he tries-I feel like ripping the book in half and calling up Fitzgerald and telling him his book is all wrong, even though I know Fitzgerald is probably deceased. Especially when Gatsby is shot dead in his swimming pool the first time he goes for a swim all summer, Daisy doesn’t even go to his funeral, Nick and Jordan part ways, and Daisy ends up sticking with racist Tom, whose need for sex basically murders an innocent woman, you can tell Fitzgerald never took the time to look up at clouds during sunset, because there’s no silver lining at the end of that book, let me tell you.” ~Matthew Quick, The Silver Linings Playbook
Reading Hemingway makes me so hungry,
for jambon, cheeses, and a dry white wine.
Cold, of course, very cold. And very dry.
Reading Hemingway makes some folks angry:
the hip drinking, the bitter pantomime.
But reading Hemingway makes me hungry
for the good life, the sun, the fish, the sky:
blue air, white water, dinner on the line . . .
Had it down cold, he did. And dry. Real dry.
But Papa had it all, the brio, the Brie:
clear-eyed, tight-lipped, advancing on a stein . . .
Reading Hemingway makes me so hungry,
I’d knock down Monsieur Stevens, too, if I
drank too much retsina before we dined.
(Too old, that man, and way too cold. And dry
enough to rub one’s famished nerves awry,
kept talking past the kitchen’s closing time!)
Reading Hemingway makes me so hungry . . .
And cold, of course. So cold. And very dry.
“It’s not that I don’t like people. It’s just that when I’m in the company of others – even my nearest and dearest – there always comes a moment when I’d rather be reading a book.”
~Maureen Corrigan, Leave Me Alone, I’m Reading: Finding and Losing Myself in Books
“Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.”
“Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I’ll have a long beard by the time I read them.”
“Have you really read all those books in your room?”
Alaska laughing- “Oh God no. I’ve maybe read a third of ‘em. But I’m going to read them all. I call it my Life’s Library. Every summer since I was little, I’ve gone to garage sales and bought all the books that looked interesting. So I always have something to read.”
The Pleasures of Reading
by Charles Simic
On his deathbed my father is reading
The memoirs of Casanova.
I’m watching the night fall,
A few windows being lit across the street.
In one of them a young woman is reading
Close to the glass.
She hasn’t looked up in a long while,
Even with the darkness coming.
While there’s still a bit of light,
I want her to lift her head,
So I can see her face
Which I have already imagined,
But her book must be full of suspense.
And besides, it’s so quiet,
Every time she turns a page,
I can hear my father turn one too,
As if they are reading the same book.
From A Wedding in Hell by Charles Simic. 1994.
“I will never be able to read my mother’s favourite books without thinking of her – and when I pass them on or recommend them, I’ll know that some of what made her goes with them; that some of my mother will live on in those readers, readers who may be inspired to love the way loved and do their own version of what she did in the world.” ~Will Schwalbe, The End of Your Life Book Club
“Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it.
Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.” ~William Faulkner
“I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.”
“After all, reading is arguably a far more creative and imaginative process than writing; when the reader creates emotion in their head, or the colors of the sky during the setting sun, or the smell of a warm summer’s breeze on their face, they should reserve as much praise for themselves as they do for the writer – perhaps more.” ~Jasper Fforde, The Well of Lost Plots
Thanks for joining us this weekend. We hope you enjoyed! Have you read any good books lately? Let us know! ~ Christy and Jennie
This week’s Reading-Themed playlist features music by Moxy Fruvous, Peter Gabriel, CAKE, Gordon Lightfoot and more: