I've been sick for the past two days (yes, on top of my knee injury..boohoo) and pretty much staying at home today. On the upside, it also means that I can catch up on my reading. Lately I've been such a bad reader, I'd pick up a book, read a chapter or two, put it down and grab another one -- repeat, repeat. I think the last novel that I read from cover to cover was A Book of a Thousand Days, which was last summer.
Poetry books are a different story altogether. I always have one in my purse, on my bed, in the bathroom, everywhere. They are my lifeline, the ones I go to when I'm feeling overwhelmed or just need to breathe. There's always a poet who can help me make sense of things. These days I'm taking Naomi Shihab Nye's Fuel with me everywhere. It is such a goldmine, everyday I find a new poem or phrase that I fall in love with. For instance, reading this poem is like retelling my childhood, especially these lines:
What this town has not given her
the book will provide; a sheep,
a wilderness of new solutions.
The book has already lived through its troubles.
The book has a calm cover, a straight spine.
A wilderness of new solutions. I love this very much.
P.S. How about you, what are you reading?