Thoreau went to the woods to suck the marrow out of life; here, I hope to drain every drop from the books I read, rather than tossing them aside and saying vaguely, “Oh yes, I read that once,” when they come up in conversation.
I’m a Christ-follower, a wife, a mother, a wannabe novelist (with a complete manuscript, no less!), and—of course—a reader. Stick around, poke around, speak up, and enjoy…and definitely recommend your favorites, because my mile-long to-be-read list could always be longer!
“Life in the barn…”
February 11, 2011Posted by on
Life in the barn was very good–night and day,
winter and summer, spring and fall, dull days and bright days.
It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur,
this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese,
the changing seasons, the heat of the sun,
the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness
of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure,
and the glory of everything.
–E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web