Reading Response to The Names: A Memoir

"... stricken... blind in the keep of some primordial darkness. And yet it was their time, and they came out into the light, one after another, until the way out was lost to them."

I loved how the author, N. Scott Momady, wrote this. It almost felt like when he was writing this he was spilling his heart out, but at the same time he transformed that personal writing into a huge mystery making it a huge question.

I loved how descriptive he wrote it in the beginning describing the ending of summer and how he captures every little detail making bringing them out.

"... the white light a whirlwind moves far out in the plain, and afterwards there is something like a shadow on the grass, a tremor, nothing."

"A spider enters a small pool of light on Rainy Moutnain Creek, and downstream, at the convergence, a Channel catfish turns around in the current and slithers to the surface, where a dragonfly hovers and darts... somewhere in a maze of gullies a calf shivers and bawls in a tangle of chinaberry trees. And high in the distance a hawk turns in the sun and sails."

Bottom line, I thought it was beautifully written and I was inmediately sucked in.