I walked into the library, was intrigued by the sad girl on the mustard yellow cover, sat down, and read the entire thing.
I love books like that.
The book in question was Yellow Star. It's about a young girl who survived the Holocaust.
Usually I avoid books that are about suffering. I mean, all books need the pain that makes the beauty beautiful, but I don't like reading books that are too sad. Who does, really? I mean - I know more than I ever wish I had to know about the Holocaust. - Do any of you ever feel like this?
But this book was a cleansing breath of winter air. As I walked out of the library, I came face to face with a beautiful world. Even the parking lot - I can't stand parking lots; I love green and growing things - seemed to me the perfect treasure it is. Clean, safe, useful.
I had a granola bar. Food. I felt so immensely grateful to have a car to drive home in. I was not stranded. I had a warm place to lay when I got home. And even all of that didn't matter that much - I could turn my face into the sunlight, for crying out loud! She spent months in a cellar, unable to see the sun, feel the wind in her hair - she couldn't even yell for fear of being found!
Makes me want to yell HALLELUJAH just because I CAN!
I love books like that.
The book in question was Yellow Star. It's about a young girl who survived the Holocaust.
Usually I avoid books that are about suffering. I mean, all books need the pain that makes the beauty beautiful, but I don't like reading books that are too sad. Who does, really? I mean - I know more than I ever wish I had to know about the Holocaust. - Do any of you ever feel like this?
But this book was a cleansing breath of winter air. As I walked out of the library, I came face to face with a beautiful world. Even the parking lot - I can't stand parking lots; I love green and growing things - seemed to me the perfect treasure it is. Clean, safe, useful.
I had a granola bar. Food. I felt so immensely grateful to have a car to drive home in. I was not stranded. I had a warm place to lay when I got home. And even all of that didn't matter that much - I could turn my face into the sunlight, for crying out loud! She spent months in a cellar, unable to see the sun, feel the wind in her hair - she couldn't even yell for fear of being found!
Makes me want to yell HALLELUJAH just because I CAN!