I am happy to introduce a new segment to my blog called Book Pages. Each week, I’ll introduce you to the whimsical pages of books right off my bookshelf. Being a writer, I have always loved to read. And I guess you could say that books are one of the things I “collect.” Yes, I actually do return to some of them after reading them, English major that I am (was?).
Anyhow, it only seemed appropriate to start with my very favorite author, Kurt Vonnegut. If you haven’t read anything of his, I encourage you to. They seem like war stories on the outside, but inside they’re…unexplainable. Believe me, I’m the last person you would think would pick up a war story (no offense to war stories, they’re just soooo not my fave thing to read). Vonnegut understands human nature; he understands our downfalls and our successes; he understands our motivations and happiness. And the reading is not far out of reach either. Literary genius, if you ask me. This is the type of book that will never be considered for the donation bin.