I’ve just opened the autobiography of Sara Bareilles, a woman whose voice speaks to my soul. I haven’t even started the first chapter and I have teared up.
“So here we are.
This book is some of my story and some of my songs.
It was a labor of avoidance, then hate, then love, and I’m glad I stayed around long enough to witness the transformation.
I wrote it for you.
It sounds like me.”
P. xv “It Sounds Like Me: My Life (so far) in Song”
Thank you, Sara, for sharing your gift of words. I have a feeling I won’t be doing anything else tomorrow besides reading your cunning craftsmanship.