Every once in a while I read something that really moves me. Virginia Woolf moves me. She was so descriptive and vivid, and also so dark and depressing. I have read her books time and time again. Literary genius.
Melanie Gideon wrote an amazing first memoir–simple, but clever, naked and insightful. I love this passage from her book The Slippery Year: A Meditation on Happily Ever After.
“I long for community, yet I shy away from intimacy. And then I wonder why, despite all the fine people in my life, I am so lonely. The kind of lonely I have no right to feel. Especially since I go to sleep every night next to a man I love. Especially since I have a child whom I adore, whose needs, even at the age of 9, fill my days. But the truth is sometimes I am the kind of lonely that one does not speak about because if you did nobody would want to be near you.”
That’s what makes writing so good–when it’s raw and unbelievably real.