My life has been a whirlwind lately. I have a friend from out of the country staying with me for a few weeks, and my head has been a mess of personal things and big thoughts, and life just keeps on spinning and I find myself loving books more and more even though I haven’t had much time for them as of late.
Right now I’m rereading one of Sharon Creech’s novels, Chasing Redbird, and I am thinking about how perfect books can be. There’s something about certain authors, and Sharon Creech in particular, that just makes me feel okay about things. Like everything is going the way it should, like nothing is too big to be overcome. Like somehow the secrets of life are tangled up in the stories of derring-do 12-yr old girls and their crazy-wonderful adventures, like clearing a twenty mile trail through the wilderness, or taking a boat out on the ocean, or attending an American boarding school in Switzerland.
I love these books.