I'm participating in two blog-alongs today...first, the January Writing Prompts, which you can see in the right sidebar. Today, the word is rooted.
Rooted. I have roots in a few different places...Ohio, Indiana, Chicago....but the deepest roots are here, now, in Botetourt County, Virginia.
It's not only because it's where I live, where we work, go to church, have friends and family
but I've never been so rooted in the landscape. Tinker Mountain, Tinker Creek, the woods behind our house. The climate. I would miss these things as much as my house and community, if I left.
Now- Yarnalong, with Ginny at Small Things.
Below is Everdeen, from Weekend Hats, with Ravelry notes here.
This week, for possibly the first time ever, I am reading a book while it is #1 on the New York Times Bestselling list. I'm not usually quite so contemporary in my reading choices, or even aware of the current titles on the NYTimes Best-Sellers List!!
The book is The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt (see right sidebar). I heard some buzzing about it, and decided to go ahead and buy the e-book for my Nook. But first, I read The Secret History, which you can read about on this blog post. And after finishing The Secret History, I began The Goldfinch, This is one of the very few examples of contemporary fiction which deserves the buzz that it's getting (in my humble opinion). It's been compared to the writing of Charles Dickens, with its complicated plot and wonderful characters (whom you like and also dislike, but they're always interesting.) All her characters are interesting. Yeah, I would compare it to Dickens too. And the feeling of outrage against the injustices the characters face remind me of similar feelings while reading Dickens' writings. And Tartt shows a certain restraint in her books (the ones I've read) that I appreciate. A restraint to the suffering experienced by the characters. Somehow, you know that the main character isn't going to lead you to despair. Things may be awfully bleak, but there is something redeemable, always, leading me on. In The Goldfinch, it's the painting itself (see the cover), I think, that symbolizes hope. It's beautiful, saved by the main character, Theo, from the wreckage of a terrorist attack which kills his mother.No matter where Theo (main character) goes, it's with him. And you get the feeling that this piece of art symbolizes art, in general, and beauty, that is worth pursuing, even through the bad things.
I have read one third of the book so far, so we'll see if my observations above hold through to the end.