Coffeespoons reading journal

I suddenly missed this blog.

I loved reading this book.

Fourth book I finished this weekend.

I told myself years ago that no one should be ashamed or feel the need to justify themselves when they add a picture book to their yearly book count (at least for those who still do a quantity challenge).

Have always been curious about this “ambitious book-length poem set at the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s information desk,” because every time I’m in New York (not that often, since the pandemic began), I did make it a point to always go to the Met.

8:00PM In my last post, I had to stop 50% in bec I honestly had to grieve a character that another character also grieved.

It’s a long weekend, and coming off seeing friends and preaching what I like to call “the gospel of the personal reading retreat”—basically just a short solo vacation where the only agenda is to read and sleep and eat—I felt like it was time to do one aga…

I’m something like 40 pages away from the end of THE GREAT DIVIDE, but I felt like taking a break (it is still a lovely book with characters I care about, but there are a couple of beautifully-written useless men who annoy me).

I told a friend I felt like I’d been living life more on the surface the past couple of weeks.

This is what I tried to do last Sunday.