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[yolen]

Rofl! fings showed this to me. Reminds me of the homes I've gone into that are utterly devoid of books, or close enough to devoid (family of mine included, sad to say). I grew up in a home that had very few books, and it sucked! I mean, I know we were poor, but still. Until I was old enough to be allowed to go on my own, it was even a struggle to get someone to bring me to the damn library. Our kid will be drowning in books, muahahahahahaa!

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[evel.livejournal.com]

I remember my parents got my some sort of book set that I was crazy for. There were about ten books with different subjects. I don't remember what they all were, but I remember a plant book, an arts and crafts book, and a nature book (which taught how to take care of a hurt baby bird.)

[dcdragon67.livejournal.com]

that's cute.

yes, i have fond memories of getting into my dad's asimov and vonnegut (the asimov i couldn't follow, but i could tell it was good) and my mom's agatha christies; oh, and my grandparents' "the sensuous man," "the sensuous woman," and "the sensuous couple".

i forgot to send you richard garcia's poem. i can't find it online, so i'll have to wait till i'm home and type it in. or maybe get you a copy of "the flying garcias," what the hey.

Here ya go

[dcdragon67.livejournal.com]

The Book of Dreams

If you dream of scissors,
two women, one light, one dark,
are whispering your name.

If you sit on the front stairs
at the bottom of the sea,
you are going to spend your life
waiting for someone.

If you are on your knees in the closet,
digging through a pile of shoes
you are going to learn something
you do not want to know.

"Madre, dime, what if I dream of the moon?"

"The moon is a woman, Hijo,
she comes, she goes,
she changes her mind.
She has power over women.
This will give her power over you."

The Book of One Thousand and One Dreams Explained
is the only book in our house, and every word is true.
It's big, so big you have to climb a chair
and use both hands to lift the cover-

both hands turn the pages
that stretch out like wings.


(by Richard Garcia, posted with permission)