I don’t know why but there’s something in my brain that likes to rail against the recommendations my friends make. But the annoying thing is, they know me so well and they have good taste and everytime I finally do or eat or watch what they suggest I think “god damn it they were right.” I just started reading A Thousand Splendid Suns after putting off the recommendation my friends gave me over a year ago and three chapters in the thought came without fail. God damn it, they were right.
… and actually enjoying it. In the past year i’ve finally nailed down my taste/hit a groove with pleasure reading and now I can’t stop. I do a lot of reading recs in a way that I almost feel self-conscious about but I can’t contain it - truly bringing me crazy amounts of peace in my life right now.
When I was 19-22ish, I spent a lot of time reading what I thought I *should* be reading and ending up spending 3 months trudging through a book just to say I did. I blame Red Scare Podcast. Why was I 19 thinking i needed to read Houellebeq and Lasch?
Now I fly through pages and (mostly) love it all. or feel like I got something from it at least. Right now I‘m reading Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver and loving it, can spend hours at a time with it. My favorite book is probably If on a winters night a traveler by Italo Calvino. Happy to get more recs always.
this is one of this annoying things that actually makes a difference and makes your mom say I told you so. there's something about a made bed that makes me feel like my life is just that little bit more together and getting into a made bed at night is one of my top 10 favorite mundane experiences.
potatoes, oysters, mussels, beaches, dunes, lush fields, childhood dreams of anne of green gables fulfilled. amazing food, incredibly kind people, and beautiful landscapes. truly what more can you ask for.