When I read this list of books, I feel an inadequacy, in
that I have only two of these books, and only one, Bernice L. McFadden's have I
read; so many writers, so many authors, and so many books, but so little time
to read every one.
The one book on this list I've read, Gathering of Waters,
was so profoundly wonderful, it feels as though there is no need to read anyone
else's work. But, I know this isn't true, it just feels that way.
But, in the same breath, I follow only two handfuls of authors.
The other novel I have is Arcadia
And then, of course, there are book discussions that leave
me dead in the water, seeing nothing but book reports popping up as if it's a
form of introspection. These I leave to others to deal with, and move on.
At first I was going to say, "because of this
problem...." But, in actuality, I don't considered my
thought processes a problem, just because I'm looking for something
deeper and thought provoking; words need to provoke thinking capabilities, in
my case. But an author also has to give that opportunity to you
as a reader.
There are times we might need that "fluff" in
our lives, the lighter side to storytelling, I see that and understand this as
well; and I let the silly side become my favorite word. No critiquing this go-round.
Again, the "but" comes up, when you think about
reading a list like this one given here. Fluff never becomes 'notable',
or 'list-able', it just stays fluff. But, no matter, the criteria is to just enjoy.
A time for all seasons, this I know...as
we contemplate our lists to plant the seed; a time to envision,
as we sit down to read.
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