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My favourite bookshopowners introduce their favourite books (Meine Lieblingsbuchhändlerinnen stellen Ihre aktuellen Lieblingsbücher vor) (4)

My favourite bookshopowners from my neigborhood, Katja Weber und Jessica Ebert, introduce from time to time favourite or interesting books here. They are constantly reading and whenever the rare case happens, that I don't know what to read next, I stroll over to their shop (5 minutes from my apartment) and they know how to help me. Sometimes I don't go there, because I know I will spend money. Even if I know what to read next and next and even next, their selection is so wonderful, that I always want to buy a book there. l am happy and honored to have won them as my guest bloggers. Jessica is british plus she just returmed from the States, so she wrote in english, usually though this series is in german and I will not change that!

The funny thing is, that the book, she recommends this time is one that has been crossing my path constanty lately - on the internet, in bookstores, in conversations with friends and strangers,  and actually I have been reading it for the past week or…

What should happen

What should happen? I don’t know. You have to become quiet and open enough (I want that ) to understand how it is meant, Everything, yes, everything. I am. I am. I am. Heartbeat of my every day- Bim. Bim. Bim. The bell quotes my desire, always. What should happen? I can not know, never, ever. Hear me my desire, and become quiet, don’t be so loud, don’t be so obnoxious. What has to happen has no meaning. What happens is a breath, in and out, thats it.
© Susanne Becker

it is fall

it is raining now and summer is over wet is the meadow beneath my feet sadness fills the air, is the air, a tear is a raindrop,
fall is always a goodbye
seldom a hello!



could I open my heart, look there – a single cloud covering my entire sky, could I open my heart without pain, I would do it,
I swear. I never wanted an umbrella, stupid me, the sun so fraudulent, smitten was I and took it as a promise for forever. I should though have gotten that raincoat, you always said it would rain one day. open your heart, the meadow wet beneath my feet, a single cloud covering my everything, no sky my naked feet vanishing in the grass drunken with tears
© Susanne Becker Foto by Armin Staudt

keep the wall up

i shed a single tear
and carried it all the way
into your heart, where
it did not reach you,
i carried it all the way
to the milky way,
from where we never returned,
stars dropping from a sky,
so blue, so dark, so beautiful,
over the bridge comes
the golden star, all alone,
and touches your skin
with my heart-shaped longing

i shed a single tear,
you did not notice,
keep the wall up,
life is too risky
to be touched by it,
keep the wall up
and everything
that happens to you
will just not be true,
it is so simple to run from your destiny

i shed a single tear
and carried it all the way
into my own heart
where it opened a secret door
to a chamber filled with wonders,
everything that happens to me
will be true,
it is so simple: there is no destiny

© Susanne Becker

Monika Zeiner - Die Ordnung der Sterne über Como

Monika Zeiner ist mit "Die Ordnung der Sterne über Como" überraschend auf die Shortlist für den Deutschen Buchpreis gekommen. Es ist das einzige Buch der Shortlist, das ich bislang gelesen habe.

Für mich handelt dieser Roman von drei Dingen:
1. Liebe
2. davon wie die Menschen heute so sind, wie sie leben, wie sie flüchten vor ihren Gefühlen und sich einrichten in irgendeinem Leben, von dem sie hoffen, dass es zu ihnen passt, von ihrem Kampf, sich in dieser komplexen Welt zurecht zu finden. Es zeigt die Sehnsucht, sich treu zu bleiben und wie man sich dennoch verzettelt.
3. Tod
Offiziell handelt es von einer Dreiecksgeschichte, von zwei Männern, die beste Freunde sind, kongeniale Musiker, die sich in die gleiche Frau verlieben, sie lieben, davon, wie eine solche Konstellation tragisch scheitert. So gesehen handelt das Buch auch von Klischees.
Ich las es begeistert bis etwa Seite einhundert. Da gab es dann für circa fünfzig Seiten mehrere Ausrutscher, die mir vielleicht gar ni…

Die nächsten Bücher, die ich lesen werde

Der Sommer war für mich gut, weil ich es geschafft habe, fast alle Bücher, die ich lesen wollte, auch tatsächlich zu lesen. Kurze Zeit schien sich das Regal neben meinem Bett sogar zu leeren, ich bemerkte einen Anflug von innerer Panik, weil statt fünfzig nur noch ungefähr achtunddreissig Bücher darauf in säuberlichen Stapeln verteilt lagen. Ich fürchtete schon, mir noch einmal Bücher kaufen zu müssen, was ich mir ja seit mehreren Monaten relativ konsequent untersage (o.k. ich hatte einen Einbruch, ich habe mir drei Bücher gekauft) Aber wie es so ist, war die Panik unbegründet und überflüssig. Denn es stapeln sich dort gerade wieder mehr Bücher denn je. Aus allen Richtungen kamen sie mir entgegen geflogen (jaha, drei habe ich mir gekauft, aber die anderen, die anderen kamen sozusagen geflogen) und ich lese und lese und lese....

Gerade aktuell Monika Zeiners Die Ordnung der Sterne über Como. Es ist auf der Longlist für den Deutschen Buchpreis. Es würde mich wundern, wenn es auf die Sho…

this is again not about me

I wonder where the voice is this patient loving voice in my head embracing the universe with all its flaws – I used to love different piles of laundry the blue pile, the red pile, the green pile – I could relax putting pieces of dirty laundry on the right pile filling the laundry machine with red or green or brown or black
with an illusion of there might
actually be a system behind all of this
and I might actually get it one day

patience and a certain love for open questions used to be alright for me - not anymore most things in life are unresolved most of the time it did not bother me I knew life was a bitch and I was willing to wait for my destiny I could sit out life easily - not anymore and yet I know this is again not about me if I can not get down to the deepest heart of what really matters



what really matters what really matters keep breathing what really matters is you sorry





I meant what really matters is EVERYTHING but you forget you I wished I were smarter deeper in control like I used to be I wished there…