So, what does stay? Often, it is a fleeting image or a phrase that just strikes my fancy. This morning, during my commute, the phrase "disgruntled silence" lodged in my brain. I wondered what they might look like or sound like (yes, I know it was silence, but does adding disgruntled make it different? noisy?). I am reading CURTSIES AND CONSPIRACIES with my ears, and I am forming these wonderful mental images of the story that combines a secret school for training young women to be proper and to be spies with some incredible characters including vampires and sooties, all aboard a dirigible that is practically invisible to all. I started thinking of it as Ally Carter mashed up with Scott Westerfeld, all without being at all derivative. In any event, what stays as I listen are the images and phrases. I may not recall the names of the main characters in another month (I will have read bunches more books by then), but I will be able to talk about them as very individual and well-developed folks.
It seems rather fitting to talk about what stays today, my 62nd birthday (yay! feel free to send cake my way). I spend a lot of time thinking about what stays from reading and from life itself. So, I will close this brief post with a lovely quote from Samuel Butler sent to me by Nancy Johnson:
BOOKS ARE LIKE IMPRISONED SOULS TILL SOMEONE TAKES THEM DOWN FROM A SHELF AND FREES THEM.