Today, 44 became 45 and America officially has a new President. I’m not going to lie and say I’m happy. I’ve vacillated between sad and angry and heartbroken and overwhelmed and terrified and feeling vomit rise in my throat.
Instead of watching the mind numbing coverage and listening to a bunch of overly coiffed talking heads, I’ve decided to spend my January 20th – or as I’ve been calling it Fascist Friday – reading and preparing.
I started Octavia Butler’s Parable of the Sower last week and it is phenomenal. I’m ashamed to say I haven’t read any of her work previously. Within a page I knew I had a new favorite author. Her words are so important. The message prophetic. I’ve actually found the book hard to read because it hits so close to home. I’m excited to read and learn from her though. Fiction is where I’ve learned the most. Books like Sower are the ones that stick with me for the long haul and keep making me think, even after I put them down.
Thank you again to Sherril Smith for her Book Club this year and for the recommendation. I’m so excited to see what other books I read over this year with her guidance.
Today, read something that makes you think. Turn off the tv. Step away from the timeline. Go outside. Remember what you hold dear and believe to be important.
“The books are to remind us what asses and fool we are. They’re Caesar’s praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, “Remember, Caesar, thou art mortal.” Most of us can’t rush around, talking to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven’t time, money or that many friends. The things you’re looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book. Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.” – Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451