01-06-2008 03:51 PM
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01-08-2008 04:11 PM
Experience makes all the difference. When I was reading Nicholas and Alexandra I visited a friend in San Francisco. We stayed at the home of a co-worker of hers whose father was a White Russian officer who fled to China at the end of the revolution. At that time she was unable to read Nicholas and Alexandra because of what she had been through. We went to the movie about the American dancer who died when her scarf caught in the wheels of the convertible in which she was riding - her name escapes me at the moment. In that movie a Russian poet was mentioned. When we returned from the movie, she went to another room and came out with a book of the poet's poems and read to us. Because of that personal experience I was able to finish the book. The whole experience seemed magical the way it fit together.
I read and knit and dance. Compulsively feel yarn. Consume books. Darn tights. Drink too much caffiene. All that good stuff.