I asked my lovely friend Brook, who I just met but feel like I've known for a lot longer. I think that's what happens when you bond over the summer solstice. She has a lovely way of writing & if you haven't gone over to her blog yet then GO NOW! It's not only well written, but life affirming.
Without further ado, Brook's Picks.
i have a few beat up books.
my books for life.
books that came to me.
when i needed hope.
books i now pull off the shelf when i need courage.
or a delicious re-read
or a moment to remember
the time when they spoke to me.
a time when
the characters were real
and i watched their paths
and continued walking on my own.
you see, i look for
books with strong heroines
and kind heroes.
books that wrench my insides
and calm my heart.
books that start with a sigh
and end with chills.
our family picture inspired by nancy turner's "lone tree on a hill"
these is my words by nancy turner
"to anyone who has every stood alone on a hill in a storm."
i clung to those words.
i was facing a personal storm and felt very alone.
a friend gave me these is my words.
i dog-eared the pages and stuffed it into my purse--next to my car keys, and extra diapers.
i needed it close to me.
i needed sarah infusing my blood. if she could face rattlesnakes, indian attacks, fires, and outlaws--i could certainly face getting out of bed.
daughter of the forest by juliet marillier
like sorcha, i thought i knew what i had signed up for in my personal sacrifices.
i felt my fingers bleeding from the thistles.
and my work was slow.
i felt displaced
and there was no end of my task in sight.
but i continued.
thinking of her.
i filled a tiny glass bowl with scratchy twine, like her thistles
to remind me
that i could do hard things.
and i did.
matched by ally condie
i remember the moment matched was placed in my hands.
i went home and read and read.
its words soothing to me.
days before i had made hard choices.
and matched was like balm to me.
soothing me, whispering that breaking away,
making choices that spoke to my soul
would be alright.
and i looked to cassia and hoped i was brave
and i continued to push out of that bubble
in order to breathe.
and hoped that when i finally stepped out
i would be
i look for a book that will change my life.
a character that will guide my actions.
a story that encourages me to believe, to grow,
and so i take that book
and cram it in my purse, keep it on my nightstand, or hand it to a friend
and tuck its lessons into my heart.
and then i pretend to also tuck a small pistol in my apron pocket, like sarah, and i get to work.