On Memory

That’s how I remember our friendship.  We passed our stories back and forth until they merged.  And with each pass, we lightened our own burden….

What mattered most was that memory was stripped of bitterness and retold with joy.  And once it took root, it grew bigger, this story of how things had been.  It was a voice speaking through us, inexhaustible, it seemed, past resentment and sorrow.  Past all that could not be resurrected.

from Walking On The Ceiling    Aysegul Savas

Author: abookwomansholiday

The perfect holiday for a lifelong reader is one with a stack of books and few distractions. Retiring after three decades as a bookseller, I look forward to reading my way through the stacks and shelves and lists of books waiting for me. This blog will be something of a grab bag or commonplace book of reviews, quotations, notes on the history of books, the contemporary book trade, and anything connected with books and language. Reading is a great pleasure. Thinking and talking about books multiplies and intensifies that pleasure.

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