To Kill a Mockingbird
I read Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird this weekend and discovered two things:
1. This is a great book! I know . . . "duh", right? I had never read it (or seen the movie), and was impressed and positively engrossed.
2. "Harper" is now my girl's name-of-choice. But if the baby is a girl, and I'm going to name her after writers, what other woman author do I choose as a namesake? (By the way, Kevin is not sold on Harper, but I told him he may have to acquiesce on this one.) My favorite author in the whole wide world is Barbara Kingsolver, but I don't care for "Barbara" and "Harper Kingsolver Mc" might be a bit much.
Suggestions?
1. This is a great book! I know . . . "duh", right? I had never read it (or seen the movie), and was impressed and positively engrossed.
2. "Harper" is now my girl's name-of-choice. But if the baby is a girl, and I'm going to name her after writers, what other woman author do I choose as a namesake? (By the way, Kevin is not sold on Harper, but I told him he may have to acquiesce on this one.) My favorite author in the whole wide world is Barbara Kingsolver, but I don't care for "Barbara" and "Harper Kingsolver Mc" might be a bit much.
Suggestions?
posted by lulu at 1:04 PM
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1 Comments:
Well I started out trying to think of other female writers' names, wracked my brain until I finally found Mary Oliver (probably not the name you're looking for) and this poem (what can I say?):
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
© Mary Oliver. Online Source
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