I don’t know whether you happened to see that Betty Ballantine has recently died. If not, here’s an article for you to read. If so, what do you think about my reflection below?
Tag Archives: novels
I’ve just come home from a much needed vacation and it was great. Sleeping in a hotel last night, however, a compulsion came upon me. I needed to reread a certain set of books to stir my blood. “Stir my blood?!” That is not language I typically use, but maybe novels are precisely the remedy for certain times of unbalanced humors. Stirring blood to re-quicken the rest of me!
There is a girl I turn to in need: my unnamed friend. We talk about our concerns, our interests, and pleasures. She is increasingly dear to my heart: my librarian. I know, I know, why not ask her name? I’m afraid I missed that opportunity YEARS AGO. Anyway, so my unnamed friend tends to point me to YA fiction, so I thought today I’d start to talk a little about that.
The other day I was going through some boxes I got from my folks. You know, the boxes from your childhood and college that you knew would eventually end up in your home, but pretty much exist as time capsules intending to haunt you with your own past. Starring roles go to several boxes of books I’d forgotten about, but contain amazing literature, particularly my Russian literature collection and a bunch of “ponies” from when I studied languages. Then, there are the old folded notes from boyfriends past!