Sunday, March 23, 2014
Today was overcast with rain off and on.
We were thankful. The grass seed planted on Friday needs water.
It needs to grow. It needs sun too .
I finished this book this after after picking it up in a stack on friday
from the library:
I couldn't put it down. It is beautifully written. It takes place in Japan. The new housekeeper
cares for the aging math professor who was in an accident years before and can not remember
anything past that day and for 80 minutes. It is about the poetry of math, friendship, loss and
redemption , and math. I learned about from this famous math professor and his mind saw
everything in numbers. I highly recommend it.
A few beautiful words I copied in my journal from Ogawa's book:
"But those tears were different, and no matter how I tried to wipe them away,
they seemed to flow from a place I could never reach."
" I began to approach numbers in the same intuitive way I'd learned music or reading."
and from the housekeeper's trip to the libary:
" The mathematic stacks were as silent and empty as ever... apparently no one suspected
the riches hidden there."
and one more about the Professor:
" .. he seemed convinced that children's questions were much more important than those
of an adulr. He preferred smart questions to smart answers."
" The square root sign is a sturdy one. It shelters all the numbers."
Also finishing this book and on the very last chapter for Book Club this week: