Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? - Jeanette Winterson I remember reading 'Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit' way back when I had my first bookstore job. I don't remember the book itself but that it was a trade paperback when they were still a new thing and only serious lit was published in that form(The Basketball Diaries was another book I read back then)and how momentous it seemed. This memoir was much the same way-I have never marked so many passages that hit me so hard and so right with their truth and beauty.

The title says it all-if life is a choice between being happy and normal I am so damn happy I am not normal!


Books,for me,are a home. Books don't make a home-they are one,in a sense that just as you do with a door,you open a book,and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space.
There is a warmth there too-a hearth. I sit down with a book and I am warm.

Reading is where the wild things are.

Writers are often exiles,outsiders,runaways,and castaways. These writers were my friends. Every book was a message in a bottle. Open it.