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ruthless compassion
This is a book that jumped off the bookstore shelf and forced me to buy it the other week. I've been avoiding buying books as much as possible the past couple of years because they're such a pain to transport from apartment to apartment, and I like to use the library unless it's a book that I know I'm going to read again and again.

As it turns out, this is a book that I'll certainly return to from time to time. It's two novels compiled into one volume. The story is about Rowan, a steerswoman, which, in this world, means that she is someone who asks questions and finds things out. What a cool job! She travels around, and people ask her things, and she asks them things, and it leads her on adventures. That's what I want to do!

Anyway, she and her companion, Bel, start asking some questions that a mysterious wizard doesn't want them to ask, and it leads them all over the known, and into parts of the unknown, world. It's not advanced literature, but the characters are neat, slightly idealized, but not beyond belief, and the story is compelling.

The one negative is that it turns out that the story is not finished in two books. The good news is that the third and, I hope, final book comes out next month. Can't wait!
 
 
I'm feeling: bookish
 
 
ruthless compassion
Who has seen her, following the wind,
From end to end, long hills
Winding, black and midnight when her voice
Comes shadowing down the sky?
I know her eyes from ages past, and this
A year ago, a day,
Still too wise for the touch.
Her eyes now light in light on dark,
Her voice a silent, known and humming
In my heart only: wider, call and empty.
Her fingers pulse the edges of the sky.
I lose my days in days of days,
I know my time by nights of yes or no,
In going, stepping into dark,
And standing, marking yes or no.
Until my own hands meet once,
And fleeting, learn her place among
the empty spaces I will arrange myself
Among the changes of the dark. I will
Find myself in waiting, forget I wait,
And what is known, unknown. When she is gone,
I am sole and only.
And she will tell me, when she speaks again: the cry
Of stars, the sweet of light, the secret tang of numbers.
When last I sang she smiled, and I will sing again
While all the world and winter rain complete,
Until fleeing has no home but her words,
Last known, last awaited, last spoken, last heard.
 
 
 
ruthless compassion
29 July 2003 @ 10:45 pm
Ended my 26th year in Maine, with razil and some sushi. Started my 27th year also in Maine, but soon after, I hopped on the bus back to Boston and got a VM from mom and dad singing the timeless classic "Happy Birthday" -- yay!

I have a slight cold, so I took it easy in the afternoon. I'd forgotten how much I love showering in the middle of the day -- I did it all the time in college, when I had a really flexible schedule, and now that I'm not working, I can do the same. There's something really leisurely and wonderful about an early afternoon shower.

dbang took me out for Ethiopian for dinner (nummy! although the service was less than ideal) and then we met minemi for ice cream at Christina's. I really love it when I can get people from different circles of my life together to meet, and they seemed to hit it off pretty well, which made me happy, of course :)

I'm in that funny stretch of years where it's easy to forget just which age it is. I couldn't remember if I was turning 26 or 27 this year, and I imagine it'll be like that for the next couple. People keep assuring me that 30 will be a biggie, but, well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see. I'm continuing my attempts to downplay my birthdays so as to avoid disappointment if they don't meet my high hopes, and so far, so good.

I should bed early tonight and hope to sleep late, although it's a little too late to be in bed early, actually. Ahh well, I can still sleep in. I'm really enjoying not working these days!
 
 
I'm feeling: mellowmellow