These types of gigs always float around and it’s something I often think about- books that have changed my life. Perhaps I’ll go into some description on the why & how at some point, but as I started re-reading Alison Bechdel this evening, I thought about the power of books. It always is the power of words and language… it always, always is:
(In no particular order)
Fun Home by Alison Bechdel
The Giver by Lois Lowry
Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg
Harry Potter (series) by J.K. Rowling
The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver
The Chosen by Chaim Potok
Girl with a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
Peace Like a River by Leif Enger
Number the Stars by Lois Lowr
There are may others… but these jump out at me. Humanity and emotions and identity perhaps are some themes.
That awful nagging voice in my head is saying, “Why are you writing this? Who cares? you should blog/write about something that helps others, not this self-indulgent crap.” Okay, voice, I’m letting you know I hear and and I am ignoring you. I am choosing to ignore you.
Books and words and language is life and it is everything. Or something. I feel like a mess today, all over the place. Angry, full of feet-energy and adrenaline and some wondering of “hypomania” and perhaps some PMS and I got through today which I am proud of and I tried to healthfully deal with the overwhelming anger and energy and I took loving action on behalf of myself to try and get some of my needs met. Needs are okay. I am reminding myself, having needs is okay- it’s just a thing that everyone has. Like skin, needs. I can get my needs met as an adult without “feeling needy”. This is important.
Just like books.
Now, back to Fun Home….