Artwork found here: Hell Yes, John Steinbeck.
Source of art: deviantART: More Like The Night Circus Tribute by ~kemurai6.
I agree with Jo Walton in response to the question What’s Reading For? at Tor.com: reading is for fun. Reading is for getting lost in a world not one’s own. As far as I know, there is no other way to get absolutely inside another person’s head, and that’s enlightening, educational, inspirational — but mostly fun. Don’t read what you feel like you ought to read; read what you want to read.
Another thing that Walton says in this little essay that I find downright inspirational:
I want to do those things, too! Mostly because they also sound like fun.
There was a terrific profile of short-story writer George Saunders in The New York Times Magazine this past Sunday, which I recommend to anyone who is interested in writers or writing. Saunders offers many insightful observations of the writing process, such as this one:
I recently reviewed George Saunders’ new book of short stories, Tenth of December, on my book review blog. I also highly recommend that collection, or if you want to sample some Saunders, the title story can be read for free online.
- Worth Reading: Tenth of December by George Saunders (readmorebooks.wordpress.com)
Reading The Grapes of Wrath last night, the chapter about the “monster,” I was struck by how much these quotes still apply to our modern conundrum. The monster has only gotten bigger.
I love blank journals, but this is so true: