We all have those days: tired, heart a little roughened, a slump in the shoulders, a sigh ready in the ribs. Those days are the ones in which people are irritating, frustrating, or sometimes mean, in which we encounter reminders that the world is not exactly the place we want it to be or feel it should be. We want to shake our fist a little, say, “Hey, world, be better!” and sometimes we flounder and wonder what we are doing with ourselves, and sometimes we wonder why.
The books that nurse our flustered spirits on those days are hard to name. I never know what it will be: an escape into some YA fantasy, a tried-and-true classic, a heartbreaker, a heart-lifter, or poetry. I do know, however, a few books that have comforted me before, and find I return to them when I need them. I can name one of each category: A Great and Terrible Beauty, anything by Jane Austen, After You’d Gone, Love Walked In, and Dickinson’s collected works. I have two rules: one, sad endings are permitted, but nothing hopeless; and two, I must be filled up again by the time I close the book.
What books do you turn to when you’re frustrated with the world outside of literature?
until next Thursday,
Katie (Unwritten, Untitled)
[image 1: "am i supposed to say where am i," inspired by J.D. Salinger's Franny and Zooey/image 2: "She was pursuing a phantom," inspired by Lonfellow's "Evangeline," both by Bevin Valentine, available in her Etsy shop. Don't they both make you want to fly into the pages of a book?]