I went looking for my book of Whitman poetry this morning. Specifically, I was looking for the poem Nacho quoted in a meeting this week. I pulled open the cabinet in my living room and it occurred to me right then how many of my favorite things are in there.
{Jane Austen and Shannon Hale}
{Milan Kundera and our box of curious rocks gathered in Nice, France}
{a watercolor I did called "blue chair"}
{Kerouak and C. S. Lewis}
{Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet, and James Joyce's The Dead}
{The old books I found in Chicago}
{Canterbery Tales, and Tom Sawyer}
{The one mis-matched book called The Razor's Edge}
{wedding pictures. Me and Nate, my mom and dad}
{The owl Holly made, my harmonica, watercolor "old chair", and a candlestick my parents brought from Nauvoo}
{The Power of One, My Beat Reader, and Tristram Shandy}
{The tiny book of love poems my brother Andrew gave for Christmas one year}
{one of our engagement photos, a shell Nate brought from the Philippines, a pola from Kauai}
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Ok so I feel like I need to leave you a comment on this one, because I was so excited by the books I saw on your shelf ... you even had Confederacy of Dunces on there ... hilarious! If I lived in SLC we would start a great book club ... with great friends, and great discussion!!
Megan, if you lived in SLC I would be so happy! And, yes, we would have a book club and have the kinds of discussions graduate students have in coffee houses!
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