The Cosmic Messages Book Club
Well, I've just finished reading two books. It's no secret to those of you who know me that I came down with the flu. I think rather than calling it the flu I'll call it my period of retreat. My newfound routine of waking up, eating, sleeping and waking up again afforded me much time to contemplate everything that I am doing and everyone that I know. Once in a while, when you have time on your hands to sort through all of the random information that the world spits out at you, you come across a rather remarkable message. A headline jumps out at you. A particular smell jogs a telling memory. Your overtly unpatterned train of thought leads you quite deliberately to a certain piece of knowledge that you didn't know would be crucial to the direction of the rest of your life. Well, yeah, I kind of had that experience during my period of retreat.
I never order books online. During my period of retreat I began surfing booklists. Why? I don't know. The point is that a title jumped out at me: The Myth of You and Me. Before even knowing what this book was about, I knew I wanted to read it. I checked out several reviews of this book and I gathered information about its author, Leah Stewart, and then I decided to order it from my local online bookseller. Yeah, I checked, it wasn't being carried in my local bookstores - at least none of the ones I could check online because, if you remember, I was in a period of retreat. Now, when you order from this bookseller shipping is free for orders over $39 dollars. This gave me the incentive to look for a second book. I found it rather quickly: The Traveler by John Twelve Hawks. It seemed like the best choice given its position as second choice. I placed the order and waited. The books came rather quickly. I felt like I was starving. I couldn't wait to start reading The Myth of You and Me, a book about broken friendships, self-imposed loneliness and heartbreaking lessons. I won't even go into the specifics of what I learned from it. That information is for me and, now, the two people with whom I shared that information. The point is that I learned a lot about what I want in the future and the ways that I will continue to deal with situations smelling at first glance of deep betrayal.
The second book, The Traveler, I just finished...maybe ten minutes ago. Again, it's funny sometimes how you inadvertently choose something that seems designed specifically for you. The traveler challenges traditional notions of the world - with its cut and dried histories, certain choices and daily routines. I don't know if the book is meant to alarm or to inspire. All it did for me is to confirm the direction that I have chosen for myself. It was an underscoring of what I already know, an extra support that propels you along a certain decision-making rationale.
Really, I'd love to go into further detail, but that's the kind of thing you do late at night, over some lukewarm Earl Grey tea, face to face, reading the truth from each other's eyes.
I never order books online. During my period of retreat I began surfing booklists. Why? I don't know. The point is that a title jumped out at me: The Myth of You and Me. Before even knowing what this book was about, I knew I wanted to read it. I checked out several reviews of this book and I gathered information about its author, Leah Stewart, and then I decided to order it from my local online bookseller. Yeah, I checked, it wasn't being carried in my local bookstores - at least none of the ones I could check online because, if you remember, I was in a period of retreat. Now, when you order from this bookseller shipping is free for orders over $39 dollars. This gave me the incentive to look for a second book. I found it rather quickly: The Traveler by John Twelve Hawks. It seemed like the best choice given its position as second choice. I placed the order and waited. The books came rather quickly. I felt like I was starving. I couldn't wait to start reading The Myth of You and Me, a book about broken friendships, self-imposed loneliness and heartbreaking lessons. I won't even go into the specifics of what I learned from it. That information is for me and, now, the two people with whom I shared that information. The point is that I learned a lot about what I want in the future and the ways that I will continue to deal with situations smelling at first glance of deep betrayal.
The second book, The Traveler, I just finished...maybe ten minutes ago. Again, it's funny sometimes how you inadvertently choose something that seems designed specifically for you. The traveler challenges traditional notions of the world - with its cut and dried histories, certain choices and daily routines. I don't know if the book is meant to alarm or to inspire. All it did for me is to confirm the direction that I have chosen for myself. It was an underscoring of what I already know, an extra support that propels you along a certain decision-making rationale.
Really, I'd love to go into further detail, but that's the kind of thing you do late at night, over some lukewarm Earl Grey tea, face to face, reading the truth from each other's eyes.
posted by Laurelle St. Laurent at 1:38 a.m.
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