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With our recent move, we haven’t yet gotten internet at our house, so we set up membership at our local library. (We probably would have done that anyway.) But the very day we did, we decided to go ahead and check out some books. As I stood browsing the biography shelves, I came across the biography of Audrey Hepburn written by her son, Sean Ferrer, title above. “Perfect,” I thought, simply because I needed something to jump start some needed research for the book I’m writing this year called The Definition of Beauty. (A little more detail in a couple of posts down or here.) Who better to read about when it comes to elegance, poise, and grace?  These are rather all encompasing concepts of the beauty we most closely have defined in our culture today.

People the world over have adored Audrey Hepburn for her elegance, her seemingly unassuming vulnerability that everyone falls in love with when they watch one of her films. Her son explores these ideas of his mother from his point of view, retelling many personal stories and moments with her, and over all, expressing his very apparent love and devotion to her and her legacy.

A few things stick out in my mind: Sean Ferrer, being the son of Audrey and her first husband, Mel Ferrer, also an actor/director (AH and Mel starred in War and Peace together) wrote about one memory of how he used to rub her feet while she put on her makeup, sitting in the floor, just adoring her. How sweet! This prompted a desire within me for having sons. I have always wanted daughters, but now, I certainly want my son to feel about me the way Sean Ferrer did of his mother. It makes me realize the utmost importance of becoming that type of admirable lady before I ever become a mother.

Audrey and Mel with son Sean Ferrer

The story of her life will certainly affect you if you read it. Just as her fame has affected women all over. All women want to be elegant in the way they dress, walk, talk, seem to others. They want to be fashionable, but in a completely prideless way, as Audrey seemed to be. Ferrer talks about this type of beauty in his mother. He says,

She was basically a very insecure person whose very insecurity made everyone fall in love with her. Isn’t that the true definition of beauty, like a fawn caught drinking from a creek? He looks up and just is. He doesn’t know what he looks like, how svelte his body is, or how graceful his movements are; he is just a fawn, like all the others.

That was wonderful quote to have come across. I may actually have another perspective on that, as far as the definition of beauty goes, but…you’ll have to read my book once I write it completely and have it published.

One thing I learned about AH that I didn’t know before was that she was actually the same age as Anne Frank, and after Frank’s diary was published, was deeply moved by the fact that she had experienced a little of what Anne had. She had experienced World War II in Holland. They are more details in the book on how that experience in her late childhood, early teen years affected the rest of her life.

In the end, Sean Ferrer relays that Audrey Hepburn “believed in one thing above all: She believed that love could heal, fix, mend and make everything fine and good in the end…and it did.”

I am not sure if AH new the concept that Love covers a multitude of sins or if she knew that Love is God. I hope she did, after all I do know that she left a legacy that has influenced so many. The book is an inspiration to see that same destiny in myself. I hope you will choose to read it and also see that in yourself.

Like the thousands of other people. My friend to the left of my cubicle at work is reading it. My other friend to the right of my cubicle has read and owns all four books.

I finished it last Friday night and saw the movie Sunday. And I still keep wondering why, exactly, it’s such a phenomenon. Basic conclusion: main audience is women, and women will goo and gaa adamantly, and sometimes, obsessively over a good love story.

I probably won’t read the other books. Unless the copies are randomly given to me, like TWILIGHT was. I might see the other movies as they come out. The book probably could have been written better. The film definitely could have been made better.

Nevertheless, I’m still a little jealous of Stephanie Meyer. Not sure I’d want the kind of following she has going for her, but I wouldn’t mind having a little cameo in the movie made from my very first book! In the end, congrats to her. Hopefully, we’ll see more of her.

If she can do it, I can.

Of course I took pictures of it.

 

I wasn't going to give you my address...

I wasn't going to give you my address.

 

$10/articles isn't bad.

$10/articles isn't bad.

 

 

 

It was a long time coming. The company had a few setbacks in getting the first batch of articles reviewed and payed for, but I think now we’re on a roll. I’ve got to find some time to actually write again, so I’m not sure when I’ll ask for more assignments. 

There’s a busy weekend ahead of me, and here I am blogging from home when I should be at work. I’ve really not felt my best today. As I was getting ready to leave home this morning, I vomited. Slowly, I tried to make myself continue to dress and get out the door, but it just wasn’t happening. Sometimes, your body blatantly screams to you, “I’m tired. Just let me rest.” So I heeded my own advice and stayed home in order to recuperate for a major event we’re having tonight for our youth at our church. After the local football home game, we’re taking them roller skating from 11pm – 1am. Then we’re heading back to the youth building for a lock-in. There’s a movie we’ve rented, and we’ll have lots of snacks. I’m only hoping I can keep up with those kids – especially the ever-talkative, very lively bunch of middle school girls! I love them so much, though, for their tireless energy and excitement – it’s what’s so much fun about growing up, I guess. 

Tomorrow, I’ll have a wonderful lie in with my husband – try to recuperate again for that evening. I’m babysitting the dear miss 11 month old Cheyenne. She’s my good friend’s beautiful baby girl, and she’s growing into her personality, showing us all a little bit of her “wilder” side. I very much enjoy babysitting her. 

I’m obviously not a mother yet, but the feminine instincts in that regard still have a way of creeping into my emotions, I suppose. I started a new book recently. 

 

by Lisa Bevere

by Lisa Bevere

The first chapter talks about the story “Are you my Mother?” by P.D. Eastman and it’s possibly firstly comical impressions but then also it’s quite emotional/spiritual implications. Bevere also talks about the birth of her first son in this opening chapter. I don’t know if it’s because reading this book has been highly anticipated by me, and I had to wait a while to order it, or what, but during the description of her son’s birth, streams of tears rolled down my cheeks. (And they even fell hard enough to roll into my ears since I was lying down in bed while I read.) 

Now, this certainly doesn’t mean I’m ready to have a child – still no where near entertaining those thoughts for me and David. (Sorry, Mom.) But I am really interested in finding out with this whole nuture thing is all about. Even without being a mother, I am aware that I need to be a nurturer in my home and a nurturer as a sister to my friends, and that, indeed, I need to be nurtured as well. I will try to update this blog on some of my thoughts on the book possibly. 

Speaking of, I think I’ll give my mind a little break from writing here and try to read some before I rest a bit more. Once David comes home from work, we’ll be getting started on the crazy evening with the youth. Say a prayer for my strength, will you?

Recently, a friend of mine mentioned she was reading the classic written by Ernest Hemingway, THE SUN ALSO RISES. I read the book nearly two years ago, but I can still remember how I felt about it. It’s no wonder it became one of my favorite books and the reason is twofold.

One, I have an honest appreciation for Hemingway’s style of writing as it is brief (albeit a bit choppy) and not bogged down by an immense amount of details, which is inspiring to me as a writer since I have found myself much more inclined to that style. Two, I truly came to love the characters of the book. Brett Ashley is the woman I would secretly want to be. For about a day. Then I realized how much I wanted to help this lady. I always felt myself wanting to jump inside the book and give her a big hug.

Besides, these characters are not very different from the people of our generation even though they were living in the 20s. The book, to me, reminds us that the “search for life” transcends time, that people (wherever and whenever they live) are truly and essentially desperate. Despite the massive sense of desperation the book leaves the reader with, I found Hemingway, through his story, to have a keen sense of the human soul, which I found appreciable and deeply intriguing.