Another Sunday in which I participate in the Sunday Sentence Project (#SundaySentence on Twitter):

“Books don’t make a home – they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside.”

from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal by Jeanette Winterson

I just finished reading this book with my Advanced Memoir Workshop, and it’s been an odd experience for me. On the one hand I didn’t like the book, on the other it had so many great insights and turns of phrase like the one above that I was constantly grabbing my pencil and underlining. I haven’t quite figured out why I didn’t like this memoir; I was always reluctant to pick it up, but then kept on reading because I loved the narrator’s philosophical insights or occasional pithy comments. I think I didn’t like the narrator herself, and I often felt rushed along in the story, especially when she was sharing her rather terrific insights. It is weird to have a book with many spots underlined and pages dog eared (my way of marking pages I want to return to) and yet feeling happy I’m done with it and wanting to put into my book donation bag.