I recently found an unexpectedly wonderful book in the library (Marilynne Robinson’s “Gilead”) and it made me consider what an extraordinary thing libraries are: piles and piles of books that anyone can borrow. It is a shame, in a way, that we do not have the same capacity to share clothes, or tools, or a myriad of other things, but perhaps that makes the fact of libraries even more extraordinary: they are not necessary. At least, the body will survive without books, if not the soul. I still remember finding Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s “One Hundred Years of Solitutde” in much the same way many years ago – a small miracle of happening upon the unknown. “Gilead” manages to capture the mystical beauty of our life experience – an experience, I hope, that is felt by everyone, believer or otherwise, faithful or faithless. Beatuful writing.
I have determined to take part in the Australian Women Writers 2012 Challenge and am slowly compiling a list of books. More on that soon.






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