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Chatter Creek: Books

January 21, 2018 by Jane Cook Leave a Comment

stack-of-books-vintage-books-book-booksReading is the ultimate relaxation, an entryway into fantasy land and the opportunity for compassion and connection. Reading is like religion because it transcends you, removes you from your narrow world into the lives of those who live on the edge, even those who live beyond the realm of reality. Reading is spiritual and provides an expansion of the soul, it is like school because it teaches you to dive deeply and survive the waves. Reading is a vicarious thrill as it gives you a peek into passion, a scourging spin with adultery and a tearful loss of love. Reading provides a spellbinding journey into the lives of people who have become your friends, who elicit emotion from you as easily as turning a page. As you read you plunge yourself into  the emotional upheaval of characters you feel you know but don’t, characters you fall in love with even as they leave you as quickly as the pages of a new book seduces you. Reading opens the imagination and expands awareness. Reading is when you find out how human you are, shedding tears over the lives of people who never before touched you. Reading provides you with larger than life heroes, with psychological insight Reading allows you to be beautiful, royal, evil, handsome, and when you read you are the book, you die beneath the sword, you thrive in an era of hardship. Never turn your back on a good book. Words of wisdom are not written on the wind, they are written in a book,

 

Vera Jane Cook
Riveting, Emotional, Unexpectedly Funny Award Winning Fiction
 
http://www.verajanecook.com
 
Author of Pleasant Day, Where the Wildflowers Grow, Dancing Backward in Paradise, The Story of Sassy Sweetwater, Lies a River Deep, Marybeth, Hollister & Jane,
and as Olivia Hardy Ray
Pharaoh’s Star, Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem

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Chatter Creek Cottage: Friendship

January 7, 2018 by Jane Cook Leave a Comment

“Friendship is so fragile. It shatters the heart with a word, it’s so difficult to maintain … it can vanish over time, as if it were never there.” Vivian picked up her glass and toasted Susie with it.

“It’s only friendship, Viv … friendship that hides it’s head in the sand for a bit, and then, pops up and gets an ‘all clear’… so it comes out again and lies in the sun. But, then, the rain comes purging down and friendship gets mad and says ‘I’ll never come out again.’ But then, it does … because someone stands over it and says ‘please, I need you.’ ‘I miss you.’“

Some words from my novel Faith Among Friends that will be published in a few months. The book is a bit nostalgic, based on the wispy sketches of old friends. Once I was in the theater and life was quite a drama and love was forever painful and sex was an obsession. That’s pretty much what Faith Among Friends is about – Lies that were never necessary and loyalties that shifted like the wind and memories that bubble up and burst back into time so softly that they can no longer be seen but they tickle you still. Memories that are softened by years of gaining too much, losing too much, finding too much joy without recognizing it, knowing too much grief without showing it. I miss being young when it all hung out and I did not censor myself and my friends looked deeply into my eyes and wondered who I was.  If I were to fall into the icy streams of upstate New York the whispers of my old friends will remain, gentle wind songs of memory. I cannot decipher the words so I invent them. I cannot interpret their meaning so I rewrite them as love songs. And If I were to fall into the icy waters of upstate New York my songs will carry me home.  There was a time when friends read my Tarot cards, believed in the ghosts of my past and kissed away my illusions and my misconceptions. I miss being young. I never thought I would lose anyone or anything. I believed you were your word. I believed this glorious time would be forever. I knew my friends were the substance, they were the life line. So if I fell into the icy waters of upstate New York I would not perish, I would not die. I would remain in the foolishness of youth and I would be held afloat forever by the bonds of days gone by.

 

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