I find that when I read Anais Nin.. I think she might be in my brain. Everytime I pick up one of her books, it seems like she's in my brain, splashing around in my soul - and writing me a book. Every line I read seems written just for me. I'm reading "Under a Glass Bell" - this tiny, purse sized book of short stories (which, I suppose, doesn't mean much given the size of my purses) is beautiful and surreal, meandreing and odd - and perfect. It's a change of pace from "Delta of Venus" (definate change) but in a lovely way. It makes me wish I could paint her words all over.. bedsheets or something.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
A Simple Pleasure
I find that when I read Anais Nin.. I think she might be in my brain. Everytime I pick up one of her books, it seems like she's in my brain, splashing around in my soul - and writing me a book. Every line I read seems written just for me. I'm reading "Under a Glass Bell" - this tiny, purse sized book of short stories (which, I suppose, doesn't mean much given the size of my purses) is beautiful and surreal, meandreing and odd - and perfect. It's a change of pace from "Delta of Venus" (definate change) but in a lovely way. It makes me wish I could paint her words all over.. bedsheets or something.
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Thanks for the tip on the Anais Nin book. Delta of Venus and Henry and June have been favorites of mine for as long as I can remember.
I will continue to keep reading your blog, as I do enjoy it.
Take Care!
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