I read an article a few weeks ago from the New York Times, My Life Sentences by Jhumpa Lahiri. The Pulitzer Prize-winning author (whom I’ve never read but intend to now) writes about her experiences as a writer. She does so beautifully.
The article is about how words have affected her; the weight of them and how stringing them together results in making one feel. You know what I mean. When you read something and you have to stop, just take it in. I’ve read books, where if I’m not alone, I’ll read a passage out loud — make someone listen because it’s JUST. SO. GREAT.
I’ve bookmarked pages in my books with those little colorful tab thingys and or highlighted sentences. Or I’ll find a gorgeous word that I don’t know the meaning of or haven’t heard for a while and jot that down in a notebook I…
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