How Divine Secrets Are...
2004-07-01, 10:09 p.m.

Well i've finished a new book!! suprised? You shouldn't be. This book is called The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya-Sisterhood. If you've all seen the movie, forget it! It's NOTHING!!! compared to the book.

Well, in true Anna style, here are the things that struck me most in the book. I think my favorite thing was that Siddalee Walker was a director of the Theater and the book was full of so many theater references; far more than the movie ever had...if it had any at all that is. There was also a mention of Portland Stage Co. and Maine! haha. ok...here it is!

Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.

The bed is too big now that you’re away. I can’t sleep when I have more than the 1/16 of the mattress you leave me to sprawl on.

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Can I love someone who will die someday, any day, the smell of his shoulders becoming only a memory? Can I soften to love, with full knowledge of the suffering I welcome in? Thomas Merton said the love we most cherish will, of necessity, bring us pain. Because that love is like the setting of a body with broken bones. But I want to stage the setting, I want to direct all scenes.

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Her life suddenly seemed ridiculous: her career, her apartment, her creation of worlds on stage. It all seemed beside the point. How was it that she had spent the last twenty years bringing fictional characters to life rather than all-too-real children?…she felt sick at the thought of her constant questioning, her constant self-examination.

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“When this war is over,” Jack said, stroking her face, “well, would you have me, Vivi?”

“You are the only man in the world I would ever want to be married to,” she said. “If I can’t marry you, then I’m going to marry the ya-ya’s.”

Jack laughed. He looked into her eyes.“You could do anything, Vivi Abbott,” Jack said. “You could be anything. Anything you want.”

(insert Anna sobbing like a baby...and go.)*wink*

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There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.

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Do I expect Mama to be responsible for my life? Because she gave me physical birth, do I expect her to give me spiritual birth as well?…do I expect Connor to do what Mama couldn’t or wouldn’t? am I afraid that I don’t deserve him? Am I afraid he will leave me if I’m not good enough?

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“Theater,” he said. “Glorious theater. It creates family for all kinds of orphans.”

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“you can’t do this for me, Connor,” she said.

“I don’t want to do anything! I just want to love you.”

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I have been missing the point. The point is not knowing another person, or learning to love another person. The point is simply this: how tender can we bear to be? What good manners can we show as we welcome ourselves and others into our hearts?

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For Siddalee Walker, the need to understand had passed, at least for the moment. All that was left was love and wonder.

Read the Book!

~me :-)

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