Another book over and nothing lined up to read next...

I just finished yet another summer read: The Story of My Life, by Helen Keller. I can't say it was the most thrilling read yet, but definately interesting and compelling in its own respect: learning about life without sight and sound.
After telling about her visits to the theatre and museums, trips to the seaside, riding her bicycle and rowing her boat:

Is it not true, then, that my life with all its limitations touches at many points the life of the World Beautiful? Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.

When I heard about the birth of a child both blind and deaf, I was overwhelmed by my imagination of what that life might be. All that I could think of was that which would be missed and I could only imagine a lonely and desolate world. Now I know better, or at least can feel more optimism and hope for the wee miracle Merlin.