As a little something nutty to share with you all, I thought that I might share my latest reading experiences with my readers – but never fear, I’ll only do such a thing on the Final Friday of the month. If not, all you would get to read about is what I’m reading! (‘Cause it is my favorite thing to do in the world. Well, besides eating chocolate and rub-downs by cabana-boys….) So for our debut Final Friday – Lips Touch Three Times by Laini Taylor.
I came across this novel via a list of the top 10 young adult novels of 2009. The list maker specifically noted the language of the novel and I would agree: Laini Taylor is an evocative storyteller.
The novel is actually a collection of three short stories preceded by gorgeous artwork by Jim Di Bartolo – who happens to be married to Taylor. The two projects marry well as the images create a perfect backdrop to Taylor’s imaginative stories of three young women and the power of a kiss.
I especially enjoyed the Author’s Note as I happen to love hearing about the writing process – what brings a tale to fruition. Taylor describes herself as a magpie, scavenging “shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more.” And that is precisely why Lips Touch Three Times works so well – Taylor has taken bits and pieces that are the familiar for the reader and turned them into something new and perhaps even more shiny.
I couldn’t read this novel without pondering for moment our human need to kiss. It is a rather strange thing, isn’t it? There are folks out there who actually study the ins and outs (snicker) of why humans kiss – they are called philematologists and they are working diligently on humanity’s part to decipher this unusual peccadillo of ours. Not all societies kiss, but for the 90% or so that do, kissing is quite a nice part of life, wouldn’t you agree?
Is it learned? Is it instinctual? Does it come from the ancient art of sniffing the most suitable mate? I have no idea. But I can tell you that there are times when I have had the overwhelming need to kiss another person. Yes, there are “man-folk” on that list. (George Clooney would surely be on my list if I were to ever say, have coffee, with the man, but that is a fantasy for another day.) But, mostly my list has the 3 little people whom I would kill for – my children.
With each baby, as soon as their squirming self was placed in my arms, I kissed them. This may not seem odd, but I am decidedly squeamish with all things “ookey” and a newborn baby is decidedly “ookey” – adorable because they are yours, but covered in goo.
And yet, my babies felt my arms cradle them, my lips kiss them, and my voice thank god for another miracle.
Do me a favor this weekend. If there is someone in your life that you love, let them know it.
Have a great weekend and I’ll “see” you on Monday!