Conception

Decided to start reading Conception by Kalisha Buckhanon last night.  Sometimes you read a first paragraph that absolutely takes your breath away.  Conception has one of those paragraphs:

From the inside looking out, life doesn’t appear rose-colored when you know most people – including yourself – may one day die just like a rose: dried out by trouble and time, fragile and shriveled, scent faded to odor, color bled away, shrunken parts vulnerable to each and every touch, head bowed and apologetic in demise.  Now I know better than to mourn when my life ends before it begins.  How much more graceful to be cut from a bush and turned upside down immediately after bloom, preserved for a near eternity before a crumbling explosion of blossoms too ashlike to ever be put back together again.  I’m content to remain like a flower seed, tumbling in and around and throughout the earth, languishing in the possibility and potential because birth always brings consequences of confusion, sadness, disappointment, then death.  (2)

What is utterly fascinating about this paragraph?  The narrator is an unborn child.  What a daring move on the part of Buckhanon.  I can’t wait to get into this book more.

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Conception

  1. What a coincidence! I recently read Kalisha Buckhanon’s first book, Upstate (and just right now wrote the review). The language was stunning. The opening paragraph you shared is lovely and I will be eager to see what you think of Conception (I really really liked Upstate). I think this author has a mastery of language for making it so moving. If that makes sense.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s