Hello. Thanks for dropping by. My first blog post – yikes.
I love reading. And I love to clock notable style as I come across it.
Maybe you’re a kindred soul who does the same or similar? If so, let’s kick over our bar stools and have some fun.
Maybe we can chew some fat on those magical moments when we come across a choice of word or the way of saying something that makes one leap up and pace the room saying, ‘Yes, they nailed it. That’s the perfect way of putting it.’ I love that feeling.
And I love great style, humour, brilliant dialogue. All personal opinion, of course.
Enough already. I’ll stop fannying around and get stuck in…
(Oh, at some stage I might link to places where you can buy the book I’m talking about. I might even get a penny or two from the bookseller if you go on to buy. Hope you don’t mind that. Everyone seems to be doing it these days. But I’ll more than likely forget – or can’t be bothered. Ta.)
Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer (2009)
This book still stands out over ten years later as a compelling read. Shocking and depressing in places, it made me dramatically cut back on the animals I eat (yeuch, sounds monstrous saying it like that). The veg/vegan thing for me is still a work in progress. But I’m getting there.
Foer wrote the book when a father for the first time. A time when you stand back and take stock of the world around you, your part in it – and the road ahead. Get this…
A few days after we came home from the hospital, I sent a letter to my friend, including a photo of my son and some first impressions of fatherhood. He responded, simply, “Everything is possible again.” [Love that line.] It was the perfect thing to write, because that was exactly how it felt. We could retell our stories and make them better, more representative or aspirational. Or we could choose to tell different stories. The world itself had another chance.
Bingo. Here’s to hope. Great start to a good book.
Buy Eating Animals (free delivery, cardboard wrapping)
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