Sometimes I find myself forgetting how I felt about certain books and why I thought that way. I believe that the best way to improve my reading is to write about what I read–something that I did for so long during my schooling that I failed to realize how crucial it is to fully developing my thoughts about what I’ve read. I’ve fallen out of the habit of writing in long form, and this blog will certainly help me practice that. My reading tastes tend toward the classic and the literary, but I love a good mystery. I also occasionally stretch my limits with a few nonfiction books.

My blog title is an homage to one of my favorite authors, George Eliot. It is from the end of Middlemarch:

“A new Theresa will hardly have the opportunity of reforming a conventional life, any more than a new Antigone will spend her heroic piety in daring all for the sake of a brother’s burial: the medium in which their ardent deeds took shape is forever gone. But we insignificant people with our daily words and acts are preparing the lives of many Dorotheas, some of which may present a far sadder sacrifice than that of the Dorothea whose story we know.”

…. “But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”

I have no notion that this blog will shake the Earth, since it is only a record of my thoughts about books. It is simply an unhistoric act.

One comment

  1. Daily Words,

    I would like to introduce you to my memoir entitled; Broken Birds, The Story of My Momila. The Huffington Post loves this book.

    The contestants on Survivor Samoa might have had it rough, but this memoir, portrays a real survival story of another kind.

    Broken Birds is the nitty gritty, raw truth story of a twelve-year-old girl (My mom), who outwits, outruns and outlasts the strongest army of the time: the Nazi war machine. Fate brings her to New York City, where opposites attract when a very war torn and pessimistic Channa finds true love in Nathan, a tall dark and very optimistic man who also survived the war. (And that’s only the first 70 pages).

    Their dance is set.
    They re-create a family, but Channa’s emotional foundation causes her to pass along wartime fears and trepidations to their five children and forces Nathan to constantly prove his allegiance to her. This fertile ground was ideal for perfecting submergence of feelings, hurts and a distorted view of love and family loyalties.
    When Mom unexpectedly dies her children must finally confront reality . . . and the bad blood begins. When the battle finally ends and the smoke clears we are all too aware of the illusion we all seemed to share.
    Broken Birds, illuminates the positives and the negatives that occur in life, love and family. The trials and tribulations of Channa and her family touch the reader and cause them to ponder their own family patterns, evaluation, dynamics and weaknesses. Is then up them to try to affect a change, while they still are able.
    May I send you a copy of the book in either book or ebook format?
    Sincerely, Jeannette Katzir

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