Chills & Bumps

When I study or read nowadays, I usually study on the third floor of the library. It has a sort of chilly and dark atmosphere, but a lot of the desks were relocated there because they changed the layout of the library a bit. It's lonely there, and I love it.

I've been reading The Things They Carried and The Lovely Bones. I cried reading both: the girl with the brain tumor and the dilapidation of a family. At first, I didn't know why people liked The Lovely Bones so much, but mid-way through I understand now. Alice Sebold is a pretty marvelous writer.

And as Flora twirled, other girls and women came through the field in all directions. Our heartache poured into one another like water from cup to cup. Each I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold.

When I'm in the library reading The Lovely Bones, I like to think I can feel my mother's presence.