Friday, February 29, 2008
Life Artist....random thoughts (and some other book stuff)
Life Artist, by Ali Edwards. Yes, it's a scrapbooking book. But really, it's so much more. It's a creativity booster...it's a self-help guide...it's a love letter to life itself.
Ali Edwards is inspiration personified. And it's not just her art, it's Ali herself. It's her attitude, her way of looking at life and not letting a single moment escape her notice. She's down-to-earth and refuses to take herself too seriously. She's not a "life is nothing but sunshine and roses" type of person, yet she exudes joy. She has a remarkable ability to see the extraordinary in the ordinary. But I've never met Ali Edwards, so how can I possibly feel I her well enough to say all this about her? Read her words, get lost in her art...she's there sharing herself.
I wish my life left more time for scrapbooking. For creating, in general. Someday it will again. And for now, I squeeze in moments when I can. And when I need a shot of inspiration, I guarantee this book will be able to provide me with a dose.
Hooray! I'm now caught up on my book reviews. Which means I finally have a chance to show off all the books I got last week for my birthday (outright gifts and gift card purchases):
It's a varied assortment...from a nice, used hardback copy of The Stand Complete and Uncut to replace my original torn and tattered paperback copy (so sweet of Rich to think of finding this one)...to a few selections that can be directly traced to other blogger's reviews, such as Carl's review of Eclipse One and Eva's review of The Lost Boys...to a couple from my friend Kim that I'd never even heard of, but I'm sure I'll enjoy because we have similar tastes...to a few complete impulse buys...to a few from my wishlist.
Okay, but now I have to start dealing with my problem. This book accumulation problem. It would be bad enough if I was the only one in this house with this particular affliction, but I'm not. Believe it or not, Rich is probably even worse than I am, and Annie is equally as bad. Even the boys, who aren't rabid about reading, each have more books than can possibly fit in their bookcases. Anyway, I was so inspired by Jean Pierre's success in battle that I'm going to start trying to tame my own monster. I realize I have no hope of actually slaying it, as Jean Pierre's doing, but maybe I can beat it into submission. At least I can try. I'm going to start with one small step and see how it goes...the old "buy one new book for each five I get read" trick. And I suppose it shouldn't even count if a book I read isn't mine, because that isn't really taming my own overgrown beast, is it? Cross your fingers for me, would you?