These women authors really know how to dig into my mind and put on paper the thoughts I can't quite express...The truths I haven't quite mastered the art of seeing...
Both of these novels are so thrillingly honest and beautiful all the while. My type-100%. The best of the best summer readings for a young girl trying to grapple with the hard disappointments and realities of life, all the while finding beauty in the process--perhaps through a spiritual connection to divinity, or perhaps through seeing all that's powerful and beautiful and perfect--as is--about who I am in this very moment of self.
Some of my own words to follow soon. The markers and cardstock are tossed across my floor along side the clothing I still have yet to put away from college. Tidiness' time will come. Besides, the wrinkled look is in these days, right? Regardless, soon enough I will muster the courage to share with you my raw thoughts of late. But not before I finish racking my brain of them. It's been a fun and exciting endeavor--to feel like an artist again--wild and free with nothing but my own damn thoughts to limit me...and then finding a way to break the shackles.
Cheers.
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