The Colour Purple.

As much as the irony of the title reminds me of what it was, what it could have been, I’m surprised how simply Walker has explained the simplicity that is love and religion and the alignment of these terms.

Another story that’s gonna stay for long now.

Perfect evenings are made of these.

Some times you do what you don’t like. Some times you end up doing things that given a chance you wouldn’t ever do, you try to be someone else for a while.
‘Cause some times you have to bend for the ones you love.

Starting with Tara and her quiet smugness.

“I think we’re here to wonder. To wonder, to ask. And that in wondering about the big things and the asking about the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder, he say, the more I love.”

Most captivating book cover art I’ve seen of late.

“The years have come and gone by… Only the sky above us do we hold in common.”

Letting go and moving on. And not in the stereotypical sad way.

All the magic happens here.

From gold to blue and pink.