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If I don't get enough sleep, I am cranky, sallow-looking, basically ineffective and generally no fun to be around. Yet it is 2:26 a.m. and I'm still awake.
It was the siren call of Isabel Allende. I told myself I shouldn't pick up her latest, "The Sum of Our Days," comforted myself with the promise that I would read "just a chapter or two," and even after Hubby pointed out that it was midnight and I would have to wake up at 6 a.m. to get firstborn son off to school and that I had promised Mom I would drive her to her colonoscopy appointment, I still said, "Just 10 more minutes."
Such is the gift of Isabel and writers like her, who at times coax, others grab you by the neck and submerge you in their world. Allende's voice is lyrical, she weaves spells you are happy to be under, the most mundane story in her hands is epic.
So even if I DID spend two of my beauty sleep hours reading "Sum," I didn't finish it. I want to treat myself to more, reading it piecemeal if I could, to make the pleasure last longer. I've read "Paula" several times, "House of the Spirits" and "Portrait in Sepia," more than twice, and that's saying a lot for this mom of two who is forever chasing time.
Isabel Allende was at All Saints Church in Pasadena on April 3, but I couldn't go. It would have been a thrill to see and meet her, have her sign my book, but it's also just fine to just read her. She's real enough from her books. So I give her a hug as wide as the ocean, with deep gratitude for her sharing her gift.
Spending time with her is worth losing sleep over.
Thanks, Isabel.
It was the siren call of Isabel Allende. I told myself I shouldn't pick up her latest, "The Sum of Our Days," comforted myself with the promise that I would read "just a chapter or two," and even after Hubby pointed out that it was midnight and I would have to wake up at 6 a.m. to get firstborn son off to school and that I had promised Mom I would drive her to her colonoscopy appointment, I still said, "Just 10 more minutes."
Such is the gift of Isabel and writers like her, who at times coax, others grab you by the neck and submerge you in their world. Allende's voice is lyrical, she weaves spells you are happy to be under, the most mundane story in her hands is epic.
So even if I DID spend two of my beauty sleep hours reading "Sum," I didn't finish it. I want to treat myself to more, reading it piecemeal if I could, to make the pleasure last longer. I've read "Paula" several times, "House of the Spirits" and "Portrait in Sepia," more than twice, and that's saying a lot for this mom of two who is forever chasing time.
Isabel Allende was at All Saints Church in Pasadena on April 3, but I couldn't go. It would have been a thrill to see and meet her, have her sign my book, but it's also just fine to just read her. She's real enough from her books. So I give her a hug as wide as the ocean, with deep gratitude for her sharing her gift.
Spending time with her is worth losing sleep over.
Thanks, Isabel.
