i just wanted to say that i read this little book, the magician’s elephant, and it was so beautiful. it was like speaking with a painting at the Musée d’Orsay. it was like reading a prayer with cripples and orphans and miracles in it. it was like eating a piece of bittersweet chocolate very very slowly. it was like being in a fairy tale. it was like sitting in hope’s lap.
and now since i seem to have gotten a taste for epics, i’m on to reading gone with the wind. that book has already knocked the wind [heh] out of me and i’m only a few hundred in. i’m looking forward to feeling tragically sad for someone besides myself. [not that i'm feeling tragically sad for myself anymore. really. texas is a nice place. and henry starts preschool on monday. allow me to add a little yee-haw here.]
I’m doing a little dance (in my head) of joy that you liked it. Knowing you like it makes me feel less silly that it made me cry on the bus. A little less, anyway.
i just finished reading this book not ten minutes ago. and i said to myself, as i finished it and put it on the shelf, what a beautiful book. so lovely.
i need more books like that to read. operation yes is up next…i’m guessing it’s going to be a little different in style
Yee haw is right! Good luck Henry at your first day of preschool!
mmm… gone with the wind helped me through a broken collarbone and a sad summer without ty. yes, i might have just read that book twice.
hooray for preschool!
Have you read the Brothers K? Thought is was a fun epic.
um, jandee, you are the first person i’ve ever met who put “fun” and “brothers K” in the same sentence.