soul-food, heart-food, sound-mind-food, faith-food... a really nourishing read. I felt myself come out of my numbness and feel.
I won't say it's my favourite book... Someone (me) needs to write an article/thesis on Hollywood's/Western world's dependency on the all knowing matriach, the mentally-ill, the mentally-retarded or the bitter black woman. I haven't seen the movie, but I read a pretty good review:
and I think all four of the standard black female types exist in Sue Monk Kidd's narrative and in the movie. Problem is, I can't really relate to any of those characters. I do relate to Lily's confusion, deserved and undeserved guilt, her need to know versus her need to imagine, and the devastation of discovering the truth... all of which speak mountains into my life right now. Perhaps the message is the tradegy: as a black woman, I'm likely to adopt of one the four standard positions in order to deal with all my problems: 1) become wise with tragic experience 2) go insane 3) go insane and childlike 4) be bitter. I choose 1 i think...
...Nevertheless will be on that special shelf on my bookcase.
pp 147
"The problem is they know what matters, but they don't choose it... The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters."
pp 164
"Fix me, please fix me. Help me know what to do. Forgive me... Help me stop lying. Make the world better. Take the meanness out of people's hearts."
pp 301
"My heart never stops talking"
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