She plucked at what surfaced in her mind, but they sounded trite: peace, love, happiness. And what would those words say about her? That she lacked those qualities? That she had no imagination? She considered saying onomatopoeia, a word that had enabled her to win a spelling bee in the fifth grade. But onomatopoeia was a jumble of syllables, not at all like the simple sounds it was supposed to represent. Crash, boom, bang.
::jaw drops:: How weird is that?
Not being a women who believes in coincidence, I'm assuming that this means there is some lovely message waiting for me as I read this book. I'm obviously *supposed* to be reading it right now, for some reason or another. Or I have somehow tapped into the psyche of Amy Tan, or maybe the fictional character she created. ::grin:: Funny, too, as by all rights, it should still be sitting somewhere around the mid-point of Mount TBR. The reasons I picked it up today (in favour of the stack of library books I have checked out) are that a) I wanted a book to read in the hot tub, and I don't ever take library books in with me, for obvious reasons; and b) I want to read this book sooner rather than later as I have a friend who also wants to read it. And then I had this interesting little moment. Crash, boom, bang! ::grin::
In any case, I've decided to stick with onamatopoeia as my favourite word. And I still think it's a cool question.
So, what is your favourite word, if you have one?