I’ve been rereading a lot this summer. On the train, at the bus station, on our porch, in my Dad’s big arm chair, in bed, at my desk, on the kitchen counter, in the morning, in the sunshine, in the moonlight, at the sea, and in the sand, I’ve been rereading stories that have once moved me and are still moving to me – only differently, now that a few good chunks of time have gone by.
There were stories about the past like
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera and
Schlafes Bruder by Robert Schneider
and stories about the future like
1948 by George Orwell and
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
and stories about growing up like
The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls and
Jumping the Scratch by Sarah Weeks and
So B. It also by Sarah Weeks and
Die Langerundkinder by Marie Hamsun and
The Fault In Our Stars by John Green
and books about education like
Auf die Lehrer kommt es an by Michael Felten and
Schule besser meistern also by Michael Felten and
The Education of Little Tree by Forrest Carter and
and Guntramgirlssummerclassics like
Bachelor Boys by Kate Saunders and
The Bride Quartet by Nora Roberts
and poetry by amazing women such as Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni, Rita Dove, and Frances E.W. Harper
and The Story about Being Human – the Bible.
When I told my Mama that this summer, interestingly, I just cannot seem to truly commit to any new book, new story, new journey but was rather rereading a lot of different kinds of books, she replied without any hesitation, as if the answers had waited on her tongue for a long time:
Maybe you’re in a phase of deepening yourself right now.
I’m not sure what exactly the implications of this statement are, but I know it’s true.
To reading! And rereading!