I don’t know if this is a common thing or something so unique and individual to me as a unique individual but sometimes I start reading a book and even though I really like it — the writing, the characters, the magical world — I just can’t keep reading it right then. It’s a later book. And sometimes, when I pick it up again, it still isn’t time. So I end up reading the first 40 pages of a book a half-dozen times before getting to the end.

So went the story with Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God. I’m not sure why I picked it up on the weekend but I just finished it on the way home from work today … and you should prolly borrow my copy and read it, if you haven’t already. It’s overwhelmingly romantic without being the least bit trite or unrealistic, with a protagonist I’d proudly name my daughter after.

“love ain’t somethin’ lak uh grindstone dat’s de same thing everywhere and do de same thing tuh everything it touch. Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore”


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