Sunday, November 23, 2008

And her joy was nearly like sorrow.

She moved toward him lithely, soundlessly in her bare feet, and her face was full of wonder. Her small hand felt his arm, felt the soundness of his muscles. And then her fingers went up to his cheek as a blind man's fingers might. And her joy was nearly like sorrow.


Michelle said...

I got your email, Sara!
I'm going to write you tomorrow.
(Or can I call you??)

That's from the Grapes of Wrath, right? So fitting, and beautiful.
You rock.

Sara said...

You can call me anytime you like.

That was in the chapter of Grapes of Wrath that I read last night. Don't tell me you've memorized the book.

Michelle said...

Not memorized, but I loved that book when I was younger, I think I read it about 6 times. It just rang a bell in my head I guess. I'm a freak, I could write out whole passages from books I have read. I really loved anything Steinbeck, have you ever read East of Eden?
You'd like it.

You saw our bookshelves... ;)
Of course, I grew up without a TV, so I can't give myself too much credit on the reading thing.

Shauna said...

East of Eden is a good read.

Laurie said...

East of Eden is my favorite book of all time.

Sorry I haven't been around much, but I just got caught up on your Donnie posts. Neat! I know, that's the understatement of the year... but it really was fun to read/hear/see! I had been looking forward to them for quite some time!