Discover new books on Goodreads
Meet your next favorite book
“So this is how a person can come to despise himself-knowing he's doing the wrong thing and not being able to stop.”
― Flowers for Algernon
― Flowers for Algernon
“Remove the comma, replace the comma, remove the comma, replace the comma...”
―
―
“So Oz finally became home; the imagined world became the actual world, as it does for us all, because the truth is that once we have left our childhood places and started out to make our own lives, armed only with what we have and are, we understand that the real secret of the ruby slippers is not that "there's no place like home," but rather that there is no longer such a place as home: except, of course, for the homes we make, or the homes that are made for us, in Oz, which is anywhere and everywhere, except the place from which we began.
In the place from which I began, after all, I watched the film from the child's - Dorothy's point of view. I experienced, with her, the frustration of being brushed aside by Uncle Henry and Auntie Em, busy with their dull grown-up counting. Like all adults, they couldn't focus on what was really important to Dorothy: namely, the threat to Toto. I ran away with Dorothy and then ran back. Even the shock of discovering that the Wizard was a humbug was a shock I felt as a child, a shock to the child's faith in adults. Perhaps, too, I felt something deeper, something I couldn't articulate; perhaps some half-formed suspicion about grown-ups was being confirmed.
Now, as I look at the movie again, I have become the fallible adult. Now I am a member of the tribe of imperfect parents who cannot listen to their children's voices. I, who no longer have a father, have become a father instead, and now it is my fate to be unable to satisfy the longings of a child. This is the last and most terrible lesson of the film: that there is one final, unexpected rite of passage. In the end, ceasing to be children, we all become magicians without magic, exposed conjurers, with only our simply humanity to get us through.
We are the humbugs now.”
― Step Across This Line: Collected Nonfiction 1992-2002
In the place from which I began, after all, I watched the film from the child's - Dorothy's point of view. I experienced, with her, the frustration of being brushed aside by Uncle Henry and Auntie Em, busy with their dull grown-up counting. Like all adults, they couldn't focus on what was really important to Dorothy: namely, the threat to Toto. I ran away with Dorothy and then ran back. Even the shock of discovering that the Wizard was a humbug was a shock I felt as a child, a shock to the child's faith in adults. Perhaps, too, I felt something deeper, something I couldn't articulate; perhaps some half-formed suspicion about grown-ups was being confirmed.
Now, as I look at the movie again, I have become the fallible adult. Now I am a member of the tribe of imperfect parents who cannot listen to their children's voices. I, who no longer have a father, have become a father instead, and now it is my fate to be unable to satisfy the longings of a child. This is the last and most terrible lesson of the film: that there is one final, unexpected rite of passage. In the end, ceasing to be children, we all become magicians without magic, exposed conjurers, with only our simply humanity to get us through.
We are the humbugs now.”
― Step Across This Line: Collected Nonfiction 1992-2002
“Forgiveness is an act of self-love, and you don’t even need to tell the people who have hurt you that you forgave them.”
― Rising Above Adversity: Healing and Nurturing your Inner Child
― Rising Above Adversity: Healing and Nurturing your Inner Child
“El que se humilla como este niño... ¿Qué es la humildad infantil? No es falta de inteligencia, sino falta de maña, falta de intereses ocultos. Es esa preciosa y efímera etapa antes de haber acumulado suficiente orgullo o actitud como para que nos importe lo que piensan los demás. Es la misma honestidad genuina que hace que un niño de tres años pueda chapotear alegremente en un charco de lluvia, revolcarse en el césped como un cachorrito mientras ríe a carcajadas o decir en voz muy alta que tienes un moco colgando de la nariz, la que se necesita para entrar en el cielo. Es lo opuesto a la ignorancia.”
― Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back
― Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back
Idella’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Idella’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
Polls voted on by Idella
Lists liked by Idella


























