Welcome to Litsy!

Chopped yet polished as it moves back & forth through time, TFC has been a companion of late as I'd dip in & out when moments allow to resume conversation with a friend. I'd laugh or be compelled to underline lines, "yes, I feel this!" Or pause to reread a line simply because it surprised me. HJ writes about the daily mundane things that no one thinks are important, but it's those boring mundane things that make up the very fabric of who we are.

Time, since my getting sick, had assumed a new shape. It was no longer linear; it did not cut through my day like a road. I did not see time ahead of me. I experienced time on top of me. I experienced time underneath me. Time became a hollow, vertical enclosure. I moved up and down inside this enclosure; occasionally I would remain stationary, or stable, at a fixed altitude that might be called "the present."

This book hit my radar last year, and I finally purchased it last month but was waiting to start it until I leave on my trip this weekend. It just kinda feels like the perfect travel companion book. Well, I read the first few pages today on a coffee break and soon found myself laughing and underlining. So yes, I think this will be perfect for the trip. Now I just have to resist picking it up until we depart.

"I'm an outdoorsman of the indoors." ?
This diary has been on my TBR for ages. Enjoying it so far!

Newest read - my take around with me and read when I have a few minutes book. Started reading while waiting for a curbside delivery and was sucked in. Sort of annoyed I had to put it down and finish my errands.

I have came to the conclusion that reading books and shopping for books are two completely different hobbies. After another book haul today-my TBR pile has increased dramatically.

Part 1 Part 1 Some books are like pillows. You can not get a sense of their shape and substance no matter how hard you grip them. These are usually very good books. Such is The Folded Clock. It taught me about the Wansee / final solution conference & New England heritage families & Edith Wharton‘s husband & possibly poisonous apricot kernels & giornate & the trap door in the Brooklyn Bridge. (This Heidi has had a great life so far!)

Part 2 The diary showcases a writer‘s mind travelling through her days. She examines our shared secret thoughts like the cracks between the closest of friends & the guilt of keeping a gift you bought for someone & uncomfortable truths - like that women date men to try on new worlds and identities; that they lose their filters as they age in order to be seen. This book appears to have no reason to be. But is, in the most glorious of ways.

I think I need to read this vs listen to it. The narrator seemed fine (I listened to the first disc), but I was getting annoyed with the author.

I'll try it again, especially since this is one of my favorite covers. And I think that in this instance, the diary format would work better in print. Oh no, I have to buy a book! 😉😉😉

I loved this. Review on my Instagram @notmaudgonne

This book is filled with seemingly random segues into the author's past life, I love it!

I work in a bookstore and bring books home. I have a giant stack of galleys. So did I need to go to the library on my lunch break and check out more books? Yes. Yes I did.

@bookriot #riotgrams Day 20 - Favorite Cover

I love a naked hardback, and this one is divine with its painting-like quality. It feels like something that might be sketched in an artist's journal!

I *may* have downloaded enough books onto my kindle for the holiday vacation. 😂

"Today I realized I am not in a bad mood. I am something else. I am someone else. This happens to me as it happens to everyone. You are not you for months at a time. When you become you again, you can actually greet yourself. You can welcome yourself back."

"I'd recently lost my innocence as well. I was an illness iconoclast until I wasn't. At the age of forty-four, after decades of health so entrenched it was mistaken for chronic, I, like her, became sick. The word 'sick,' however, doesn't accurately describe what befell me. I had pain. I had pain all the time.... I felt as though I was being initiated into a strange endurance sport, one without a clock or any means to keep score and end the match."

My #recommendsday pick. This book is what I would write myself if I could.

I borrowed this book from a neighbourhood Little Free Library. I have to admit I took it because I thought the cover was so beautiful (don't judge a book by. . .). Is it any good?

I found this very familiar and intimate - she explores observations, insecurities, and pondering with enough honesty to be relatable without losing her individuality. Been on a memoir kick lately and would love more like this!

I'm not looking to be offended. It's just that when I opened my eyes today offence was all that I could see.

Heidi signed my coffee-stained copy of The Folded Clock with the "stain of the evening"!

If an object is relegated to dailiness it becomes a part of you. It is ingested by habit. It is stored between the studs of the walls of your self.

After hearing an interview featuring the author, I am SO in the mood to dive into this diary of sorts. Beautiful colors and artwork on the cover, too 💕.