When I'm reading a book, I start living it.
Yesterday, I finished Beloved by Toni Morrison. Beautiful book. Simply stunning.
Are you ready to have your heart broken a billion times, but in a good way?
" 'Lay em down, Sethe. Sword and Shield. Down. Down. Both of em down. Down by the riverside. Sword and shield. Don't study war no more. Lay all that mess down. Sword and shield.' And under the pressing fingers and the quiet instructive voice, she would. Her heavy knives of defense against misery, regret, gall and hurt, she placed one by one on the bank where clear water rushed on below."
"if we had more to drink we could make tears"
I carried it around school all day yesterday. I have this weird thing with books where I like to be holding them if I'm reading them. They're kinda like my stuffed animals.
Anyway, last night, I finished Beloved and went to bed at 8:30. It was glorious. But I woke up at midnight after having a nightmare that I got attacked and had my throat slit and an instant scar formed and somehow I survived. I've never had a dream about having my throat slit. Beloved got into my head to say the least.