just a few snaps from this morning. the lightest of snowflakes are flying outside. the sky is white and the air is cool blue.
i finished "the sun also rises". i thought there was real beauty in the understated writing style. i liked the descriptions of place and could imagine myself inside them. but beginning with the trip to spain i had little affection for the characters. they were all incredibly self-absorbed. duh. but you already knew that. and how, HOW did they not all end up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning?
but the way hemingway writes along with the experience of time and place- so good.
i hope you don't mind my amateur summaries/impressions of the books i'm reading. if you've read these please share your thoughts. i'm keeping a list of my reading here on the blog over on the right. see it? i welcome more articulate responses than my own!
at bedtime last night i started "man and his symbols" by carl jung. this for two reasons...i've been thinking a lot about deeper human themes and my own dreams this past year and because it's a book already sitting on my shelf.
also last night i had a thought i know i've had before. it's that i'm not sure i want stacks of books in my house. is that weird for a person who loves to read? perhaps i need to give my books away. and have an even flow going in and out as i read and pass along; more of a living and even exchange.
i used to buy books but these days i've been borrowing from the library, finding them for free and reading what i already have on hand. i look at my stacks of books and think they look a bit dead sitting and gathering dust. and they should have more life than that.
"our psyche is part of nature, and its enigma is as limitless"