Dandelions are a theme in the books I have read this month. First, I read Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury. In the preface he says he has spent 12 years waking up every morning to sit down and extract memories of his childhood from his mind and put them into words on paper. I envy him his writing ability, but even more than that I envy his childhood that he found beautiful and willing returned to for so many years. That is hard for me to fathom.
If you like stories that meander like a river, or perhaps are a lover of summertime or happy childhoods, or are a fan of wonderful words strung together in beautiful ways you would probably enjoy this book.
Here are a few of my favorite quotes, two of which, oddly enough, are about food.
"Sandwich outdoors isn't a sandwich anymore. Tastes different than indoors, notice? Got more spice. Tastes like mint and pinesap. Does wonders for the appetite."
God bless the lawn mower, he thought. Who was the fool who made January first New Year's Day? No, they should set a man to watch the grasses across million....lawns, and on that morning when it was long enough for cutting, instead of rachets and horns and yelling, there should be a great swelling symphony of lawn mowers reaping fresh grass upon the prairie lands. Instead of confetti and serpentine, people should throw grass spray at each other on the one day each year that really represents the Beginning!
As for food? The meats were deviled, the sauces curried, the greens mounded with sweet butter, the biscuits splashed with jeweled honey; everything toothsome, luscious, and so miraculously refreshing that a gentle lowing broke out as from a pasturage of beasts gone wild in clover. One and all cried out their gratitude for their loose-fitting night clothes.

And then I read The Hunger Games series. All of my children (ages 15-22 just so you don't think I recommend these for much younger children) finished reading them which led us to decide to have a family book club to discuss them. Over the past few weeks we have been discussing the books on the way to church and back.
These books are about a childhood that is anything but beautiful, except perhaps in the smallest of spurts. These books also lack a depth of description that stood out in such a contrast after reading the rich writing of Mr. Bradbury.
The quotes below are from Mockingjay. They are the closest things I can find to any ideas of hope offered for living and healing in a book filled with violence, death, and mental anguish. One of my main motivations in my reading is to figure out what authors have to say about these deepest of human needs of healing and life. What I find isn't always very encouraging.
At two different times in the series the main character begins keeping a book as a memorial "where we recorded those things you cannot trust to memory." "Strange bits of happiness..."
"We learn to keep busy again."
"What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again."
Are you reading anything interesting? I need another good book to read. In the meantime I'm hankerin' some "jeweled honey" splashed on a biscuit. Yum.