The first time I read this book was on the plane going to San Francisco. I don't know which trip it was, if I was coming from San Diego or from Portland, but I know that there were so many parts of the book that I was underlining that the gentleman sitting next to me looked over and asked if I was reading the book for school. I told him I wasn't and he seemed a little perplexed. Why would a girl be marking up a book so ferociously if it wasn't for school?
For pure enjoyment.
I went through several moves with the book and finally, the last time I moved to Portland I gave my copy, pen marks and all, away because I thought I wouldn't ever read it again.
Fast forward to a couple of months ago, making a new friend through a blog program I did, and she was talking about how she was getting rid of her copy because she just couldn't get through it. I jumped at the chance to take it off her hands and so, when it came in the mail I read it again.
The book didn't disappoint the second time around. It was just as beautiful and I marked the pages again, sometimes with pencil, sometimes with pen.
While there were many parts I loved the following quotation has some relevance to my life right now. Definitely not to such a serious extent as that which is discussed in the book, but something I can relate to none the less.
Dancing with your jailer, participating in your own execution, that is an act of utmost brutality.
xoxo
I'm reading it now for the first time & LOVE it! And I underline things as well! :)
ReplyDeleteIt's so beautifully written. I read a lot of it on a plane ride the first time and I remember the person next to me thinking I had to read it for school because of all the marks I left in it. I said, NOPE! Just want to remember.
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