One of the important parts of prepping for a beach getaway (in addition to the packing, swimsuit freak-out, digging out your summer clothes from all the nooks & crannies in which they’re stuffed…) is figuring out what books to take.
I received two great recommendations from Twitter - BEAUTIFUL RUINS and HOTHOUSE FLOWER. Due to the copious amounts of rose at each lunch, I only got through the first, but loved every second. I have to share some of my favorite passages.
And he waited-as he always had-for life to come and find him… If he wasn’t entirely happy, he wasn’t unhappy, either. Rather, he found himself inhabiting the vast, empty plateau where most people live, between boredom and contentment.
“Then she smiled, and in that instant, if such a thing were possible, Pasquale fell in love, and he would remain in love for the rest of his life-not so much with the woman, whom he didn’t even know, but with the moment.”
Words and emotions are simple currencies If we inflate them, they lose their value, just like money. They begin to mean nothing.
“This life is a cold, brittle thing. And yet it’s all there is.”
But what had Lydia said after she caught him with another woman? If you really do love me, then it’s even worse, the way you act. It means you’re cruel.
“Or was there something familiar and cutting in what he’d said-the love of your life? Maybe not. But it didn’t have to be like that, did it? Couldn’t you outgrow the little-girl fantasy? Couldn’t love be gentler, smaller, quieter, not quite all consuming?”
Who but the insane would ever be at peace? what person who has enjoyed life could possible think one is enough? Would could live even a day and not feel the sweet ache of regret?