trudy_joan's reviews
64 reviews

Only read this because I was dying of boredom on a road trip. There were a couple good lines. The last stanza of Peace and the poem Morning were okay. My favorite poetry of hers wasn’t in here. 

I’m confused but I guess I’m supposed to be? Some parts were great, but overall the book isn’t worth keeping imo. Might have liked it better if it was longer. 

I was looking through my books the other day and found this one. I was not expecting to get through the second chapter, even, but the book kept pulling me back. I didn't particularly like the characters, and the proposals made me furious. Yet this is the kind of book that fills me with all kinds of enthusiasm for old classics and makes me feel as though I could get through nearly any one. 

I was expecting about what I got. I feel unsettled, and I almost regret reading this book. It has many truths, but there was nothing of value that I have not known.
 
Every time a person discovers what their journey will be, and every time they win a battle, and at that triumphant moment when they know their treasure, their heart-- it is new. I know that longing to tell everyone, and share the joy. Words will always fail. There is nothing that has not been, yet there is always more.

This book is really beautiful and wise and understanding in places, but I cannot take it all.

Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. 

When I named my cat Jemima Puddle-Duck I didn't actually know this book. I finally read it this morning, to a couple of my little cousins.
"And Trudy," Theo said, "you wouldn't believe

what good fortune Jemima Puddle-Duck has!" He leaned in and whispered real quiet. "She doesn't even die!" And once we were done he took the book and studied the last page. "Ah," he said. "Nerves. We all get them sometimes, don't we."

I love these books and would recommend them to anyone. 

"The absence of anger, especially that sort of anger which we call indignation, can, in my opinion, be a most alarming symptom."

Yeah, somewhat indignate. How dare he try to EXPLAIN the Psalms? If I were a logical person who didn't care so much for all the wonderfully illogical parts of life, I just might like the book. Explanation takes away the meaning, for me. 

Peaches and vinegar Do Not go together. Just saying.  

Fermented fiddleheads. Kimchi, yes. Garlic, yes. I don't like the carrots in here, I prefer mine shredded with lemon (+zest) and ginger and salt. I feel like most of these recipes could be wildly improved if one would branch out. 

I'm excited to try more of these, though.

Minus a star for the ending. I am not without hope; I hate that feeling it gave me. (Although after writing this I feel a bit bad. How can I fault a book for something intended? Or what if- what if- no, I will leave it a four.)  

Certainly not my favorite from C. S. Lewis. Did I just not pay enough attention? I didn't get the book. Yet the Light and Morning I will not soon forget--

My underlined pieces:

"And not through Eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light."

For all that can be shaken will be shaken and only the unshakeable remains.

'How soon do you think I could begin painting?' it asked.
The Spirit broke into laughter. 'Don't you see you'll never paint at all if that's what you're thinking about?' he said.
'What do you mean?' asked the Ghost.
'Why, if you are interested in the country only for the sake of painting it, you'll never learn to see the country.'
'But that's just how a real artist is interested in the country.'
'No. You're forgetting,' said the Spirit. 'That was not how you began. Light itself was your first love: you loved paint only as a means of telling about light.'

'Every natural love will rise again and live forever in this country: but none will rise again until it has been buried.'

'It comes, it comes!' they sang. 'Sleepers awake! It comes, it comes, it comes.'

and then, of course, the promise 

'No soul that seriously and consistantly desires joy will ever miss it. Those who seek find. To those who knock it is opened.' 

I-uh-don't have my book anymore. Sadly. Otherwise I would try to finish it.
I got through the first couple chapters and it was like she was telling me all these things I already know. Or maybe I found better ways for myself.
How to be happy books just aren't my thing, as much as I wish they were when my friends go around reading them and saying how awesome they are.