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TENT : BOOK on BOOK | Sumally (サマリー)

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If you haven’t already, read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

SC: What’s the best thing a parent can do for a child?

MS: Love him/her.

SC: What’s that mean?

SC: Take them for what they are.

RIP Maurice Sendak. Your gifts will live in the heart of the kid in all of us. Thank you <3

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Captain Corelli’s Mandolin

“How about we play our game?” he says.

“All right,” I say. I close my eyes and quietly take a deep breath.

“Okay, picture a terrible sandstorm,” he says. “Get everything else out of your head.”

I do what he says, get everything else out of my head. I forget who i am, even. I’m a total blank. Then things start to surface. Things that — as we sit here on the old leather sofa in my father’s study — both of us can see.

“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction,” Crow says.

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction.

You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the sandstorm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you.

This storm is you.

Something inside you.

So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones.

That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

And that’s exactly what I do. I imagine a white funnel stretching up vertically like a think rope. My eyes are closed tight, hands cupped over my ears, so those fine grains of sand can’t blow inside me. The sandstorm draws steadily closer. I can feel the air pressing on my skin. It really is going to swallow me up.

The boy called Crow softly rests a hand on my shoulder, and with that the storm vanishes.

“From now on— no matter what— you’ve got to be the world’s toughest fifteen-year-old. That’s the only way you’re going to survive. And in order to do that, you’ve got to figure out what it means to be tough. You following me?”

I keep my eyes closed and don’t reply. I just want to sink off into sleep like this, his hand on my shoulder. I hear the faint flutter of wings.

“You’re going to be the world’s toughest fifteen-year-old,” Crow whispers as I try to fall asleep. Like he was carving words in a deep blue tattoo on my heart.

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical storm.

No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it:

it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades.

People will bleed there, you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

  And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over.

But one thing is for certain.

When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

On my fifteenth birthday I’ll run away from home, journey to a far-off town, and live in a corner of a small library.

   It sounds a little like a fairy tale. But it’s no fairy tale, believe me.

No matter what sort of spin you put on it.

Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami

ordered these much needed books:

*the ethical slut
http://www.amazon.com/Ethical-Slut-Practical-Relationships-Adventures/dp/1587613379

*planetary apothecary
http://www.amazon.com/Planetary-Apothecary-Stephanie-Gailing/dp/1580911919/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1301939719&sr=1-1

*messiah’s handbook
http://www.amazon.com/Messiahs-Handbook-Reminders-Advanced-Soul/dp/1571744215/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1301939764&sr=1-1

and now, the song we’ve all been waiting for. it’s the remixxx!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D31tJ71PVbc