
The Elegance of the Hedgehog, written by Muriel Barbery and translated from French by Alison AndersonThis novel's about an older woman who's low on society's ranks, a young girl who's high on them, and a wealthy man who cares nothing about the ranks. It's about philosophy, literature, art, and beauty. It's a story about trying to hide who you are and of being seen with acceptance, along with a generous dose of snark toward superficial people. I'm still not sure if I liked it or not.
p. 164, At the door stands a courier, chewing on what must be a piece of gum for elephants, given the vigor and range of mandibular activity to which he is compelled.
p. 169, It's really pleasant to listen to him talking, even if you don't care about what he's saying, because he is truly talking to you, he is addressing himself to you. This is the first time I have met someone who cares about me when he is talking: he's not looking for approval or disagreement, he looks at me as if he to say, "Who are you? Do you want to talk to me? How nice it is to be here with you!" That is what I meant by saying he is polite - this attitude that gives the other person the impression of really being there.
p. 192, And secondly, a teenager who pretends to be an adult is still a teenager. If you imagine that getting high at a party and sleeping around is going to propel you into a state of full adulthood, that's like thinking that dressing up as an Indian is going to make you an Indian. And thirdly, it's a really weird way of looking at life to want to become an adult by imitating everything that is most catastrophic about adulthood ... < snip > Lastly, teenagers think they're adults when in fact they're imitating adults who never really made it into adulthood and who are running away from life. It's pathetic.
p. 233, Just as teardrops, when they are large and round and compassionate, can leave a long strand washed clean of discord, the summer rain as it washes away the motionless dust can bring to a person's soul something like endless breathing.
p. 242, (N)othing is more despicable than a rich man's scorn for a poor man's longing.
p. 252, What is the purpose of intelligence if it is not to serve others?
Know My Name, written by Chanel Miller
For those unfamiliar with the author's name, she was previously known as Emily Doe, an anonymous woman who was sexually assaulted on the Stanford campus in 2015 and whose abuser served three months in jail for his crime. This well-written book about that night and all the layers of its aftermath is equal parts disturbing, inspiring, and powerful. Statistics vary by source, but it's estimated that a minimum of 1in 6 American women have been sexually assaulted, which means that this book is important for people to read.
p. 44, But resilience required rest.
p. 47, They seemed angry that I'd made myself vulnerable, more than the fact that he'd acted on my vulnerability.
p. 78, I was teaching myself to ask for help, and in return beautiful things were happening.
p. 152, I thought of mothers who had commented, My daughters would never ... which made me sad because comments like that did not make her daughter any safer, just ensured that if the daughter was raped, she'd likely have one less person to go to.
p. 194, During the trial, the jury was forced to pick; is he wholesome or monstrous. But I never questioned that any of what they said about him was true. In fact, I need you to know it was all true. The friendly guy who helps you move and assists senior citizens in the pool is the same guy who assaulted me. One person can be capable of both.
p. 222, Kicking and screaming is not a sign you have lost your mind. It's a sign that you have stepped onto your own side. You are learning, finally, how to fight back.
p. 288, When society questions a victim's reluctance to report, I will be here to remind you that you ask us to sacrifice our sanity to fight outdated structures that were designed to keep us down. < snip > This is not about victim's lack of effort. This is about society's failure to have systems in place in which victims feel there's a probable chance of achieving safety, justice, and restoration rather than being retraumatized, publicly shamed, psychologically tormented, and verbally mauled. The real question we need to be asking is not, Why didn't she report, the question is, why would you?
p. 312, Victims exist in a society that tells us our purpose is to be an inspiring story. But sometimes the best we can do is tell you we're still here, and that should be enough. Denying darkness doesn't not bring anyone closer to the light.
p. 325, Awful feelings may remain the same, but my capacity to handle them has grown.
p. 326, I used to shrink at harsh tones, used to be afraid. Until I learned it takes nothing to be hostile. Nothing. It is easy to be the one yelling, chucking words that burn like coals, neon red, meant to harm. I have learned I am water. The coals sizzle, extinguishing when they reach me. I see now, those fiery coals are just black stones, sinking to the bottom.
p. 328, Never fight to injure, fight to uplift.
The Little Book of Prayers: A Collection of Prayers From Around the World and Across Time, edited by David Schiller
The prayers in this book are from multiple countries and an assortment of faith traditions.
p. 183, Grant me to recognize in other men, Lord God, the radiance of your own face. ~ Teilhard de Chardin
p. 184, If I spent enough time with the tiniest creature - even a caterpillar - I would never have to prepare a sermon. So full of God is every creature. ~ Meister Eckhart
p. 244, As my head rests on my pillow Let my soul rest in your mercy. As my limbs relax on my mattress, Let my soul relax in your peace. As my body finds warmth beneath the blankets, Let my soul find warmth in your love. As my mind is filled with dreams, Let my soul be filled with visions of heaven. ~ Johann Freylinghausen
p. 273, From the cowardice that dare not face new truth, From the laziness that is contented with half truth, From the arrogance that thinks it knows all truth, Good Lord, deliver me. ~ Kenyan Prayer
p. 276, All that we ought to have thought and have not thought, All that we ought to have said, and have not said, All that we ought to have done, and have not done; All that we ought not to have thought, and yet have thought, All that we ought not to have spoken, and yet have spoken, that we ought not to have done, and yet have done; for thoughts, words and works, pray we, O God, for forgiveness. ~ Persian Prayer
p. 310, My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself and the fact that I think that I am following Your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please You does in fact please You. And I hope that I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this, You will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust You always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for You are ever with me, and You will never leave me to face my perils alone. ~ Thomas Merton
The Mystery Guest, written by Nita Prose
This sequel to The Maid brings back a main character who's learned to stand up for herself since the first book, alternates between a current murder mystery and a relevant back story, and reminds the reader that, for better or worse, there's always more to people than what we can see.
p. 40, "My gran used to say, 'Don't jump to conclusions, lest you trip and fall," I tell her.
p. 120, Sitting at our table, legs dangling, I come to an important realization - that education is not something that happens exclusively in classrooms, that education is a state of mind.
A Place to Belong: Celebrating Diversity and Kinship in the Home and Beyond, written by Amber O'Neal Johnston with foreword by Julie Bogart
This book was a little different than I expected, and it was excellent. Written from a place of humility, respect for others, and personal experience, it's a clear, kind, and thought-provoking guide to creating home environments where the people around us are seen and valued for both their similarities and their differences. It was unintentionally the second book I've read within the last few weeks that recognizes the importance of belonging, whether in our homes, small groups, or larger communities.
p. 18, What I learned is that, given the opportunity to be themselves in a safe space, people will gladly show you all of who they are. What they'll reveal is that parts of themselves are shaped by the culture(s) with which they most identify, while other vital parts can't be pegged to any of our limited categories. That understanding of nuanced, ambiguous, complex, and fluid diversity is what our children need not only to see but believe, because it will inform how they interact with the people they meet and choose to do life with.
p. 19, Recognizing a person's or group's value and their right to be treated with dignity, celebrating the beauty found in their culture, and empathetically listening to their experiences while seeking to know them better does not mean that you support all they do. Finding connection is not always the same as standing in agreement.
p. 20, You can't embrace authentic learning and growth with your children when you're leading from fear. You don't have to agree with all the values and beliefs of particular cultural, religious, or social groups to teach your children to recognize the value of their humanity.
p. 22, The distinction may be lost on some people, but I hope you understand we aren't looking to point out how people are different and demand that our kids love them anyway. We're looking to celebrate the differences amid kinship. We are simply helping our children to see clearly.
p. 23, Success is not that our children don't notice diverse images, people, and experiences. Success is that they see people for who they are, notice their beauty, value their presence, and quickly move on because they expected them to be there all along.
p. 35, Though it can be difficult, exposing our fallible humanness to our kids is a gift because it makes it easier for them to see that there is no expectation or possibility of perfection.
p. 64, Myers challenges us to broaden our assumption that children need mirrors merely for the sake of reflection, suggesting that books integrated into children's worldview aren't merely mirrors, but also become maps. And if we follow his premise of books as maps, what path are our children led down when every road leads to enslavement, strife, prejudice, and poverty?
p. 75, Books are by no means panaceas, but the more children read about the reality of lives lived outside their bubbles, the richer their relationships and experiences will be.
p. 91, When so much of their experience validates their existence and supports the notion that society revolves around them, boys should be able to handle books that weren't written directly about or for them. Their manhood depends on it. If we want men to embrace the voices and ideas of the women who show up in myriad ways in this world, we need to keep the hearts and minds of our boys open from the beginning. They need books that validate the existence and worth of women, and they need parents who do the same.
p. 171, Home is where we cultivate an appreciation for life's beautiful gifts.
p. 223, Give your family's social and community interactions an honest look. If you find that you've somehow ended up in a place where everyone your kids have an opportunity to do life with looks just like them or never looks like them (equally unhealthy scenarios), consider making some changes. The possibilities are endless and are entirely dependent on each family's circumstances, but we owe it to our children to try our very best to make it happen.
p. 235, Change is ushered in on the backs of people who give selflessly to the cause. Sitting in silent indifference while others do the work that you expect your kids and grandkids to benefit from is an expression of contempt for everyone who can't comfortably just wait things out.
The Tiger Rising, written by Kate DiCamillo and narrated by Dylan Baker
The physical captivity of a tiger and the emotional captivity of multiple characters are the backdrop for this novel that we listened to on a road trip. It's a story of two kids walking through their personal struggles together, a story of hurt, trust, and healing.
Where Lilacs Still Bloom, written by Jane Kirkpatrick
Based on the true story of Hulda Klager, this novel is about a German immigrant with an eighth grade education whose interest in hybridizing led her to develop more than 250 varieties of lilacs. It's a fictionalized account of her work with plants, as well as the story of her family's life. Klager lived from the mid-1800s to the mid-1900s and her gardens are still open for viewing about an hour from where I live. This book counts for Washington on my 50 state reading challenge.
p. 64, Melancholy seeped in like water filling footprints on a soggy lawn. It was always there beneath the surface that year but didn't assert itself until pressure was applied.
p. 79, "Flowers remind us to put away fear, to stop our rushing and running and worrying about this and that, and for a moment have a piece of paradise right here on earth."
p. 79, "A moment of joy is no small thing to give another."
p. 234, "Music cleanses the soul of the pain of daily living," I added.
p. 281, "Bad things happen, and we learn from them, but they do not happen so that we will learn. God is a good God."
p. 357, Suffering, I decided, happened, and so did good things, and the issue of God's power was not so much in questioning why He didn't stop floods or death but in all the rest of the time when He showed us how to be hospitable, generous, and loving.