Rowena > Recent Status Updates

Hard to believe I've been on GR for 12 years! Grateful to those of you whose great reviews encouraged me to read broadly, and whose comments on my reviews motivated to keep on writing! A note I'd like to make is that I, as everyone else, was a different person a decade ago, and my thoughts and opinions about my reads, and how I express myself, have also changed. Be kind to those who share their thoughts on here:)

"How did she do all of this?"
"She's not like the rest of us."

"Go we late or soon, more frail our lives than dewdrops hanging in the morning light."

"Though fair the tree on which it blooms, this red flower fills me with a strange misgiving."

"I suppose an unmarried woman just over thirty, who lives alone and has no apparent ties, must expect to find herself involved or interested in other people's business, and if she is also a clergyman's daughter then one might really say that there is no hope for her."

Goodreads is becoming more and more like twitter, which is not a good thing! People who have not had similar experiences to mine telling me how to view racial epithets in literature, grrr!

I know it's only February but I think this one will make my Top 10 of 2018 list

My apologies, everyone. I haven't been on Goodreads in weeks (life!). I owe several people messages, I'll get on it as soon as possible:)

"The room was full of other people's unknown lives. A scorchmark on the cloth that had its own secret history, mysterious unopened mail behind a small plaster model of an Alsatian dog on the mantelpiece (which was a modern, ugly mantelpiece made of beige tile).

"This great power, intuition, is composed of lightning-fast inner seeing, inner hearing, inner sensing, and inner knowing. Over generations, these intuitive powers became buried streams within women, buried by disuse and unfounded charges of disrepute."

"Small places live on small talk, but sometimes the happenings can be too lean for everybody to get enough fat out of it to chew over."

"You'd pour your polyester bodies into natural fibres and litter the sidewalks on wrought iron chairs..."

"Pride alone made them think that they needed only themselves, could shape life that way, like Adam and Eve, like gods from nowhere beholden to nothing except their own creations."

"I must have been the one who dreamed up this world, she thought. No nice person could have."

"Her ghost, though, helmeted and holstered, was alive and gaining strength."

"How could either of you tell what the other was saying? He taking Louisiana, you speaking Tennessee. The music so different, the sound coming from a different part of the body. It must have been like hearing lyrics set to scores by two different composers."

"But then I didn't say a word, having learned from many months in Mexico that silence is as good as the next best thing in the face of wrath."

"Rosemary listened with distaste to this rigmarole; to appreciate its grotesquerie required a more robust sense of humor than hers."