that one girl goal : to be a complete badass!
reading.
- i just finished reading big stone gap by adriana trigiani. ugh. it’s too early on a Tuesday following an extended weekend for things to be resonating in my soul. I’ve been up for three hours, reading for two of them. there have been several times while reading this book that i wished i had had a post-it to mark my page. but this last page. . . “i want to watch the two of them forever – a daughter learning to trust, and a father doing the thing he does best: protecting her.” I am intrigued to think that my own father’s actions, or lack there of really, protected me. his love, although completely unintentional, reminds me of vaccines, the live kind, a little dangerous themselves, but after you get so many your body builds up antibodies to protect itself. strange. fathers are as strange to me as the idea of a never ending universe, do i still believe in them: absolutely, do i choose not to give myself a headache by thinking about them: yes.
- same topic, different angle. took me three days to read this book. not a new speed record by any means. the concept is strange though. reading for fun. textbooks suck the pleasure from reading like weeds suck the goodness from the earth. i am surprised by people reactions to my toting a book around in my purse. some people are shocked, as if reading for fun is a hobby left to small children and the elderly, maybe the single and lonely. I’ll go out on a limb here, but may the sight of me, a “pretty” girl, married, feet kicked up on a semi truck tire (attached to the truck of course) at a race track, ignoring the constant roar of engines and the traffic of men in fire safe suits – isn’t one people see everyday. I do wonder now, curiously in a non-worried sense what people wonder about me, in situations like that. i do. i do.
