It Didn't Seem Special

When I was a little girl, writing, believe it or not, did not feel special to me. I wrote so many stories, so many verses (I called  them

poems then; I won't now. On the other hand, since they were

written by a child, perhaps they can still be considered poems.)

I was always trying to find words which meant almost the same thing, but had different.... sometimes ever-so-slightly different... shades of meaning.

And yet, writing did not feel special to me, no more than breathing and eating felt special.

It felt necessary.

Books Read In the Week of August 23-29

Books read for the first time are marked with  a #

Books are grouped in their sections by author,
and not necessarily in the order read.

Sunday book(s) 

"The Happiness of Heaven"

by Fr. J. Boudreau, S.J.

"In This House of Brede"

by Rumer Godden

[fiction]

one of my favorite novels; I loved this even

before my conversion.

Weekday Books

"Muggie Maggie"

by Beverly Cleary

[children's fiction]

(openlibrary.org loan)

"The King, The Mice, and The Cheese"

by Nancy and Eric Gurney

[picture book]

(openlibrary.org loan)

"A Tree Grows In Brooklyn"

by Betty Smith

[fiction]

(the first modern, as opposed to classic, adult book I ever read;

I was twelve at the time.)

{carried over from last week}

"To Teach, To Love"

by Jesse Stuart

(openlibrary.org loan)

{carrying over into next week}

A Book for Weekdays AND Sundays

"The Imitation of Christ"

by Thomas A Kempis

[Kindle book]