I’ve enjoyed a weekend of laughter with a best friend, savoring a big plate of tortellini, going to the movies and staying up way too late reading.
I’ve been so captivated by this book that I’d wake up and immediately pick up the book to dive back in not bothering to first put in my contacts. Now you know that means it was a good read.
So what book was that? Truth & Beauty by Ann Patchett. After several of you told me that you had read it, Margaret even posted a review the same day I got the book from the library, what could I do but read this book at once.
I was mesmerized by it. There were times it left me feeling sad and almost angry. I still need to digest this one a bit more before I can do a full review on it. All I know is that it made me look my friendships. It made me think about the definition of what it means to be a friend and how that’s so different for everyone. Hopefully a more coherent review will follow.
I can’t even think of what book to start next. For now here are some poetry lines by Robert Creeley on friendship for all of my friends out there.
For friendship make a chain that holds,
To be bound to others, two by two,
A walk, a garland, handed by hands
That cannot move unless they hold.
Robert Creeley was born in Arlington, Massachusetts, on May 21, 1926. He published more than sixty books of poetry and served as New York State Poet Laureate from 1989 to 1991. He was elected a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets in 1999. Robert Creeley died March 30, 2005.
