Showing posts with label please read me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label please read me. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Eat, Pray, Love

I just finished this book. Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. It was recommended to me by friends from work, and of course a #1 Best SELLER!! Which isn't a accolade I really pay attention to. Honestly I tend to pick my books either by author, those I have read before, or by the cover. I know, I know. Don't judge a book by its cover!!! However, that is what draws me in. The type of font, the size, the title, the enticing art, and photos. I am visual. I love the cover of books. Even bright or warm colors can draw me in. But this one, this one was deemed a worthy read by friends. PS I do love the cover!

I, myself, deem is a worthy read. It definitely goes into my "PLEASE READ ME" labels. Elizabeth writes about her travels through Italy, India, and Indonesia. She is searching for peace and really in the end to find her true self. A self that is not questionable or haunted by her past. She lives in each of these places for months at a time, and tend to travel with no plans at all. I find her character funny and insightful. She writes from her heart with honesty and is not afraid of all the stereo types and fears that we all have about eating, praying, and loving. I loved her chapters of adventures in Italy and Indonesia. India was still interesting but it just didn't hit me the same way.
  • So, here are my favorite things... in Indonesia, Liz meets with Ketut. You will read the book and meet him too. She of course in the, LOVE, section meets someone. Ketut makes sure that he "spoils" her. I adore this term. I am spoiled sometimes, although my husband is not the "romantic". But in his own ways he is romantic and I, after three years, have been able to see them more. "Spoil" is such a tasty word for what we as loving humans want from each other.
  • "I disappear into grace, hovering over the void like a tiny seashell balanced on a teaspoon." -Eat, Pray, Love This is such a beautiful statement. In her context it means a variety of things. When I pull it out and apply it to my own life, it is different and something that I do not fully understand. Grace is such an amazing thing. I believe that I am saved by grace. That there is nothing I can do to earn my life with Christ. If I disappear into this forgiveness and love of grace I can still fall sometimes. Just like hovering like a tiny seashell on the smallest spoon possible. Human nature can knock me off just as fast as I got on.
  • "To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life." -Eat, Pray, Love This is so true in my life. In the beginning of falling in love life feels completely off balanced and that offsetting of balance is part of living a balance life. We need that unbalanced piece to lend hand to future the future balancing act that our life will face. Even in my marriage my love for my husband can knock my balance off, but it also can make me stronger afterwards.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

firefly lane

Description:
"In the summer of 1974, Kate Mularkey has accepted her plate at the bottom of the eighth-grade social food chain. Then, to her amazement, the "coolest girl in the world" moves in across the street and wants to be her friend. Tully Hart seems to have it all- beauty, brains, ambition. On the surface they are as opposite as two people can be: Kate, doomed to be forever uncool, with a loving family who mortifies her at every turn; Tully, steeped in glamour and mystery, but with a secret that is destroying her. They make a pact to be best friends forever; by summer's end they've become TullyandKate. Inseparable. So begins Kristin Hannah's magnificent new novel. Spanning more than three decades and playing out across the ever changing face of the Pacific Northwest, Firefly Lane, is the poignant, powerful story of two women and the friendship that becomes the mainstay of their lives. From the beginning, Tully is desperate to prove her worth to the world. Abandoned by her mother at an early age, she longs to be loved unconditionally. She will follow her own blind ambition to New York and around the globe, finding fame and success... and happiness. All Kate really wants is to fall in love and have children and live an ordinary life. In her own quiet way Kate is as driven as Tully. What she doesn't know is how being a wife and mother will change her... how she'll lose sight of who she once was, and what she once wanted. And how much she'll envy her famous best friend... For thirty years, Tully and Kate buoy each other through life, weathering the storms of friendship-jealousy, anger, hurt, resentment. They think they've survived it all until a single act of betrayal tears them apart... and puts their courage and friendship to the ultimate test. Firefly Lane is for anyone who ever drank Boone's Farm apple wine while listening to Abba or Fleetwood Mac. More than a coming-of-age novel, it's the story of a generation of women who were both blessed and cursed by choices. It's about promises and secrets and betrayals. And ultimately, about the one person who really, truly knows you- and knows what has the power to hurt you... and heal you. Firefly Lane is a story you will never forget... one you will want to pass on to your best friend."
Hi Friends,
I finished this book in two days, and I feel like I should read it again!! I laughed and cried through this book. TullyandKate are the true definition of friends through ups and downs, even when they think they can't do it anymore. PLEASE READ ME!!! Firefly Lane took me back to being girls playing w/ dolls, and the tough wake up call when it was time to make new friends. Going to new schools or befriending the new girl. Being a girl is SO HARD!!! I promise you will love this book! Kristin Hannah has written it from her heart for any woman that has ever loved. Best of all when you go to the website Kristin has posted the play list from the book. (Thought of you Libby w/ your recent music posts) Enjoy! ~ Courtney
Exerpt:
They used to be called the Firefly Lane girls. That was a long time ago—more than three decades—but just now, as she lay in bed listening to a winter storm raging outside, it seemed like yesterday. In the past week (unquestionably the worst seven days of her life), she’d lost the ability to distance herself from the memories. Too often lately in her dreams it was 1974; she was a teenager again, coming of age in the shadow of a lost war, riding her bike beside her best friend in a darkness so complete it was like being invisible. The place was relevant only as a reference point, but she remembered it in vivid detail: a meandering ribbon of asphalt bordered on either side by gullies of murky water and hillsides of shaggy grass. Before they met, that road seemed to go nowhere at all; it was just a country lane named after an insect no one had ever seen in this rugged blue and green corner of the world. Then they saw it through each other’s eyes. When they stood together on the rise of the hill, instead of towering trees and muddy potholes and distant snowy mountains, they saw all the places they would someday go. At night, they sneaked out of their neighboring houses and met on that road. On the banks of the Pilchuck River they smoked stolen cigarettes, cried to the lyrics of “Billy, Don’t Be a Hero,” and told each other everything, stitching their lives together until by summer’s end no one knew where one girl ended and the other began. They became to everyone who knew them simply TullyandKate, and for more than thirty years that friendship was the bulkhead of their lives: strong, durable, solid. The music might have changed with the decades, but the promises made on Firefly Lane remained. Best friends forever. They’d believed it would last, that vow, that someday they’d be old women, sitting in their rocking chairs on a creaking deck, talking about the times of their lives, and laughing. Now she knew better, of course. For more than a year she’d been telling herself it was okay, that she could go on without a best friend. Sometimes she even believed it. Then she would hear the music. Their music. “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.” “Material Girl.” “Bohemian Rhapsody.” “Purple Rain.” Yesterday, while she’d been shopping, a bad Muzak version of “You’ve Got a Friend” had made her cry, right there next to the radishes. She eased the covers back and got out of bed, being careful not to waken the man sleeping beside her. For a moment she stood there, staring down at him in the shadowy darkness. Even in sleep, he wore a troubled expression.
She took the phone off its hook and left the bedroom, walking down the quiet hallway toward the deck. There, she stared out at the storm and gathered her courage. As she punched in the familiar numbers, she wondered what she would say to her once-best friend after all these silent months, how she would start. I’ve had a bad week… my life is falling apart… or simply: I need you.