My long time friend is getting married this weekend (one of two weddings that I am in this summer) and so I have love on the brain, naturally! The two books that I am currently reading play right into this. I mentioned in an earlier post that I am reading a collection of love letters. Recently I have been thinking along the lines of privacy.
These letters are amazing to read. The language, sensitivity, blatancy, and sheer compassion are more than I could imagine from any one person today. Victor Hugo wrote a love letter to Adele Foueher that is so dynamic that I fear for the love, intellect, and veracity of a single member of the male gender today. To be so honest and to bare his soul like he did was awe inspiring; which leads me back to the issue of privacy.
Have you ever written something to someone that is a "for your eyes only?" That is essentially what these letters were meant to be. Really it is just happenstance that we are reading them today. Mostly because the receiver of the letters felt compelled to keep them. The topics of discussion in each of these letters range vastly; from unrelenting love and sexual frustration (that it appears warrants the threat of suicide), to the curiosity as to why such a love is merited. It is an interesting anthology but makes me wonder what these people would think of their nearest and dearest words being brought to light for all to see. I don't believe I would enjoy that at all. However, I am very grateful for the opportunity of insight that is afforded by this collection. I know it is hypocritical that I do not mind reading someone else's private thoughts but do not really want to have others read mine. What can I say? I am just not as interesting as the great literary composers that make up this collection.
The second book I am reading is a new author for me: Sophie Kinsella. The book is I've Got Your Number. I am enjoying it so far. I like the character voices that Kinsella presents. There are times that I am reading think "I would totally say that" and give a giggle. The book is funny and just the right amount of fantastical notion that I find myself chuckling a lot in this book. Just a bit of background on the book. Poppy Wyatt is engaged, is at a get together with her friends when a fire alarm is pulled. In all the commotion her engagement ring (a family heirloom) and cellphone go missing. Poppy happens upon a discarded cellphone and decides finders-keepers. This way now the hotel can get in touch if they happen upon the ring. It turns out the phone belongs to someone working for Sam Roxton, who allows her to keep the phone and even tries to help her with her plot to keep these actions away from her fiance (who happens to be one of the genius elite). Quite enjoyable so far. I am about a quarter of the way through and highly recommend it.
Back to privacy again. Poppy is in charge of forwarding messages and emails to Sam that happen to come to the phone. Of course, some of these emails are read by Poppy and lead to her meddling into his professional and personal life. It is affording some insight into Sam's life that Poppy just doesn't understand and does not mind letting him know his priorities are skewed a bit. It all leads to an entertaining mix.
Enjoy!
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