Weekend Reads is a weekly discussion on a variety of topics. At the end of the post, I’ll include what I plan to read on the weekend.
This weekend’s question:
Where are you, Zezee?
I’m in a cocoon. I’m wrapped up so tight, I can barely move, but I am warm and I am dry. I am in front a window that looks out on the winter wonderland that is my neighborhood that overnight has metamorphosed into one of those charming neighborhoods I only see in Christmas movies. The houses are all covered in snow and bits of it have stuck to the window panes so they seem to be frosted over. There is no distinction between street and lawn and driveway and all the long, sharp limbs of the stark trees are fuzzy with wads of cottony whiteness.
Mother Nature has taken us captive.
I think she’s upset with us for our past transgressions and has worked herself into a fit. She breezes through, cackling on the wind at our feeble attempts to clear a way for our cars, to force our order on the effects of nature. She hates that. And while we toiled away shoveling snow and clearing a way, she blasted icy pinpricks of the precipitation into our faces with such force that I do believe I was bitch-slapped by nature.
Now, looking out my window, it’s as if we had done nothing. The driveway is refilled with snow and the cars are blocked. Again Ms. Nature has confined us to our houses. “There’s no place for man’s designs in the world when I decide to take back control!” she screams on another blast of wind.
I see a man outside now clearing his driveway. Re-clearing his driveway. His attempts seem futile. Maybe he should admit defeat. He’s one man against mounds and mounds of snow that had piled up since he last shoveled earlier this morning. And still the snow keeps coming and the wind keeps pounding and the cold keeps growing.
Look, he is tired. He leans on his shovel now watching as the order he tried to force on his surrounding is overturned and again it’s hard to distinguish street from lawn from driveway.
What I’m reading this weekend:
I started Station Eleven earlier this week and I’m enjoying it thus far. I’m on pg. 150 and I’m so curious to know what’s happening to the Travelling Symphony that I skipped ahead to spoil myself. It didn’t work. But I believe there’s something supernatural going on. I really believe so. If there isn’t, please don’t tell me.
Last night, I watched the movie adaptation of Pride & Prejudice (the one with Keira Knightley) and I so enjoyed it that it put me in the mood to read the book, which I started soon after completing the movie. But I had forgotten that P&P tends to bore me sometimes. I don’t know why that is so. It is funny but…I guess it’s the dialogue that throws me off. Earlier on Goodreads I said it was the language but it is pretty easy to read. I think it’s the dialogue, yeah.