I’ve been doing a considerable amount of sleeping, hopefully enough studying, and some Work.

I managed to finish three books since the last book post. I’m working my way through many others, not all are linked in good reads or my side bar plugin.

Women’s Work: The First 20,000 Years : Women, Cloth, and Society in Early Times by Elizabeth Wayland Barber
A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
and
Spinning and Weaving with Wool by Paula Simmons.

I had a nice coherent post I wanted to write about writing and reading and the thread that binds my choices together. I wanted to write about swearing that I read a book or its introduction but knowing that, in this life at least, I had not read those words before. Unfortunately I misread the course syllabus (again, despite it being laid out beautifully). My midterm written exercise is tomorrow, not Thursday as I had previously believed. I will leave you with a few quotes from the 1971 introduction to The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing which I am planning on reading in its entirety soon. Of course I’m taking them and presenting them to you in a way that provides meaning and insight to me. Deal.

Don’t read a book out of its right time for you.
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Everywhere, if you keep your mind open, you will find the truth in words not written down. So never let the printed page be your master.
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[After discussion of three letters, the first about the sex war, the second on politics, the third about mental illness] … But it is the same book. And naturally these incidents bring up again questions of what people see when they read a book, and why one person sees one pattern and nothing at all of another pattern, and how odd it is to have, as author, such a clear picture of a book, that is seen so very differently by its readers.
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And when a book’s pattern and the shape of its inner life is as plain to the reader as it is to the author—then perhaps it is time to throw the book aside, as having had its day, and start again on something new.
~ 1971 Introduction to The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing