“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”—E.E. Cummings (via accidentalism)
“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”—Ernest Hemingway (via accidentalism)
There are so many books that are just pleading with me to read them. I’ve had a summer reading list for a couple years now and the stacks of forgotten, cast aside books leaves me an ashamed English teacher. The books I have read stand on my shelf like trophies. They make experiences and parts of my brain tangible and I like to walk by and suddenly get jerked back into some lazy summer poolside exploring the mind of some lovable or fascinatingly flawed character.
But the bulk of the books I own have only been started, thumbed through at the book store excitedly, or purchased for a class and left unread in favor for SparkNotes. (Yes, English majors use it too!)
So, I want to make 2012 “Book Clean Up” year. I want to read at least one book per month and record my reading, thoughts, and connections here.