Open to words, forever–
Look what showed up in my mailbox! Valeria Luiselli’s Tell Me How It Ends: An Essay in Forty Questions, from borkali and the book swap, arrived the day almost two feet of snow fell, so it took me another day to be able to hike out to the mailbox to get it. I had wanted
In keeping with my commitment to 30 pages a day, I am tallying myself for week 1 at 204 pages. I must say that I am enjoying slowing my reading and insisting that I read each day, instead of plow through works on the weekends. I find myself feeling the story from ANY DAY NOW
A friend of mine posted this on social media. I thought it was pertinent to the group. In case anyone is still looking for suggestions to add to their reading pile. I’m going to try to acquire one myself. https://seattle.bibliocommons.com/list/share/72535308_rainy_day_librarian/1120404247_shhole_countries_a_reading_list
I have a thyroid condition…stick with me, this will make sense. I have been on the same medication for, oh more than a decade. I knew I’m supposed to take it first thing in the morning. I later come to learn it should be taken on an empty stomach. Then I learned you should wait
I am perhaps not off to the best start. On Thursday I lost my book. This was a startling situation to me because I am in the habit of carrying a book with me at all times. My journal (Planner, Buju, diary). To be fair I temporarily misplace it nearly as often as I need
One of the efforts I am making this session is to (try to) read 29 pages each day. I sometimes find myself cramming in large reading sessions, and am trying to be better about “dosing” myself with content and letting it sink it more. So, today I actually forced myself to stop reading. What kind of
Hi, I am Kate- and will be posting under my handle Sollantra. I am a community college professor of the Humanities, mama to a gorgeous almost 5-year-old son, partner to a wonderful, hardworking and loyal man, expat Australian and New Zealander and aspiring divorcee eclectically writing one hell of a story with my life and
Hello group! I have no physical stack. Only mental. And that’s not because I’m planning on an exclusive audiobook tour. I have physical books in mind…and one in hand. Leading up to this seasonal challenge I was eyeing up a book on my shelf that I put down quite awhile back. I felt it was
I just want to say that I’ve quickly realized that the reading I’m doing for this purpose is different. I’m reading fiction from Wendell Berry and David Foster Wallace at the same time, because DFW is in my car’s CD player and, without trying to, am noticing similarities and differences. I would not have thought
I actually read this around 3 times but I’m only counting pages once- ha! Such is the reading of a poem. This long poem “America Was Promises” by Archibald MacLeish was published in 1939, which of course is the year when WWII started. I enjoy thinking about how this poem is written in the past
Seasonal Reading 