The Lions of Al-Rassan

I don't know how many times I've read this; my best estimate is lots. And yet, with yesterday's reareading, it still brought me to tears, though in different places. Some of it is the book, some of it reflections of where I am now, and as always, a touch of it is memories of Elka, cut off too soon.

And even the dream in my Shabbat afternoon nap was philosophical: I asked a little blonde girl what she was doing, and she replied, "I am becoming myself."

Night market

Last night I went to the Night Market, the first time I made it to one. ( Read more... )