After reading the 50 Shades trilogy my IQ was sucking its thumb and singing nursery rhymes. On The Road is a joyous journey back to thought and life. It is a book to luxuriate in. So many quotes which strike a resonating chord in the soul.
“most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-bye”
“her eyes were great big blue things with timidities inside.”
“We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time”.
This one seemed to describe me “Lucille would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.” Ah the kind of writing that makes me want to pack in writing because it’s all been said before and said so much better.
Sometimes a book doesn’t need to have a plot, the words thoughts and feelings which it evokes are enough.
On the Road made me want to live more fully, to think more deeply, most of all to take in everything around me, what more can you ask from a book.
I read now that Jack Kerouac died at age 47 after murdering his liver with drink, what a waste.