
This week’s theme: Top books of 2008.
It appears that so far this year I've read nine books published in 2008. My three favorites (with links to my reviews) are as follows:
that the world has been broken into pieces. All this chaos, all this discord. And our job - everyone's job - is to try to put the pieces back together. To make things whole again.
"Maybe we're the pieces," I say.
Norah's head doesn't move from my arm. "What?" she asks. I can tell from her voice that her eyes are still closed.
"Maybe that's it," I say gently. "With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces."
She doesn't reply, but I can tell she's listening carefully. I feel like I'm understanding something for the first time, even if I'm not entirely sure what it is yet.
"Maybe," I say, "what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking."
Tikkum olam.