by Toni Morrison | Literature & Fiction |
ISBN: 1400033438 Global Overview for this book
Registered by GirlWithCamera of Dearborn Heights, Michigan USA on 4/13/2010
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Journal Entry 1 by GirlWithCamera from Dearborn Heights, Michigan USA on Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Two women grow up together and grow apart. Beautifully written with amazing imagery... I loved Sula. I loved the character and I loved the book.

Favorite lines/excerpts:

"Was there anyone else before whom she could never be foolish? In whose view inadequacy was mere idiosyncrasy, a character trait rather than a deficiency?" (95)

"The closed place in the water spread before them... The situation was clear to her now. Sula, like always, was incapable of making any but the most trivial decisions. When it came to matters of grave importance, she behaved emotionally and irresponsibly and left it to others to straighten out. And when fear struck her, she did unbelievable things." (101)

*Spoiler-ish* Interesting that Nel looks at it this way when in the end, she realizes that her ability to remain composed and mature in situations where Sula would become emotional, was merely two reactions to the same stimuli. She was no better than Sula, morally speaking (if we can go there) but however handled her lot in a different way. In fact, Sula was the more honest person, as Nel was not morally sound but acted in a way to make others think so.

"She looked around for a place to be. A small place. The closet? No. Too dark. The bathroom. It was both small and bright, and she wanted to be in a very small, very bright place. Small enough to contain her grief. Bright enough to throw into relief the dark things that cluttered her." (107)

"The real hell of Hell is that it is forever." (According to Sula)
"Hell is change." (According to Nel) ) (107-08)

"Not only did men leave and children grow up and die, but even the misery didn't last. One day she wouldn't even have that. This very grief that had twister her into a curve on the floor and flayed her would be gone. She would lose that too." (108)

"... she lived out her days exploring her own thoughts and emotions, giving them full reign, feeling no obligation to please anybody unless their pleasure pleased her. ... hers was an experimental life." (118)

"She was completely free of ambition, with no affection for money, property or things, no greed, no desire to command attention or compliments--no ego. For that reason she felt no compulsion to verify herself--be consistent with herself." (119)

"There was only her own mood and whim..." (121)

"Like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous." (121)

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