Eclectic Waters

I love finding books at the airport. The first book I found after a long drought, in which I was unable to connect to or finish a book, was The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. Leafing through its pages at the airport bookstore on my way to Canada, the pages whispered enticingly, read me, and as I did, it broke the drought. A book about displacement, longing and love.

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The second book I found at the airport was The Outside Boy by Jeanine Cummins, about a Pavee gypsy in the 1950′s. It too whispered at me as I stood beside my luggage in the bookstore on my way to Cabo. A young boy, having lived on the road all his life, settles briefly by a town to complete his confirmation. The ever changing landscape of his growing up along with his desire for a town to call his own resonated with me. I don’t want to give away the end – but in it I saw similar traces to my growing appreciation for the way in which I grew up, along with an appreciation for the open road.

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A short sample of the writing. Christopher looking at a painting:
“It robbed the breath clean outta my chest when I seen it. In a bleak and windy field, a single hungry house stood by the sea. Boulders surrounded the little house like a gang of yawning skulls. I could see only the back of their heads, but I heard their desperate accusations; I felt their appetites. Hungry, ravenous, famished famine-heads. I knew them; I knew every word of their hunger. (pg. 90)