I’ve always felt that family meant more than blood ties. If a person can’t find acceptance or understanding with the people that, theoretically, should know you best, than I don’t see that as family. A family of choice that supports and helps a person grow through love and compassion will always be a more powerful force for good than a blood tie enforced by guilt, obligation, and manipulation.
One of the books I recently read (or rather, listened to…having discovered I can check out audio books from my local library ONLINE because I am LIVING IN THE FUTURE) had several families of choice in them, in different forms. It was an interesting read, in part because it wasn’t a book I normally would have read. The style was almost like a parable, with moral lessons woven into the story. The effect may have been emphasized by the auido version, making it feel like a tale that might be passed down by oral tradition. The lessons were about hard work, and the follies of pride and impatience, and the importance of mastery instead of cunning. While this made the story fairly predictable, something about how it was crafted made it very moving and charming at the same time. Of the three books I’ve read recently, I’d say it was my favorite. The book was “A Single Shard” by Linda Sue Park, about a homeless orphan boy who accidentally destroys one of the creations of a master potter. The boy offers to work for the irritable master potter, in the hopes of one day becoming a potter himself. Yet the harsh man seems impossible to please, and when a royal commission slips through their fingers, the orphan must decide if he should stay true to his word even if no reward will ever be forthcoming.
I also started “The Diviners” by Libba Bray, but it just did not ever catch me, and when my library loan expired I had no desire to renew it. Today I finished “The School for Good and Evil” by Soman Chainani which…I’m still figuring out how I feel about it. There are things that I liked, and things that just really bugged me that I can’t quite put my finger on. Maybe it’s just that there’s so much societal garbage tied up with the idea of beauty. The book does try and tackle some of it, but I’m not sure exactly what it was trying to say. Can’t a person care for their appearance and not be vain and shallow? Does a person have to be beautiful in order to be a good person? Does a person really have to “be beautiful all along?” Was it trying to say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? I just don’t think…whatever the book was trying to express…quite landed for me.
Read any good books lately? (Or some bad ones?)
Today’s Una Songs…
–“Triumphant” by Röyksopp. Because…I don’t know. Una liked it, that’s why.
– “Let me go” by 3 Doors Down. Because sometimes when you pretend too much, it becomes hard to believe anybody ever really sees you. Or that you deserve to be seen. Maybe it’s just better to go?