I have just finished the book “The house by the sea” by May Sarton. What a wonderful book. It’s her journal but I did sometimes got lost in her voice and treated as a novel. The book reassured me that my soul belongs in the old years of life. Her daily habits at 60 years old described in the book are everything I strive to do one day. Write, cook, garden, just add a little bit of painting there too. The crazy thing is that I never actually heard of May Sarton. Last month, a couple friends came over to spend the weekend, they are moving to Salem, Ma and stopped on the way there. We went out for brunch at this really cute cafe/ bookstore called Quadrant Book Mart & Coffe House. As we browsed their used books while waiting for our table to be ready, I found a book about impressionists and the water. A compilation of works of art by impressionists that used the sea as the subject for their paintings. It was everything I could wish for. As I picked it up and asked my friends if the price of the book was worth it, I saw underneath this tiny book, really old, “the house by the sea”. The name intrigued me to pick it up, I thought it was a novel. When I saw it was an actual journal I debated getting it, I never actually read a published journal before. It had no price on it. I read the first entry and just like that knew I had to have it. My friends joked about it and I replied “don’t you believe in serendipity? they laughed”. But I had no idea that this $1 book would do so much for me. Because of times like this I will always rather go through an used bookstore than one selling brand new books, the magic from finding what you are not looking for.
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