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From a short meditation on how and why we choose books as we age. A quick glance at my 1000+ TBR makes me think I will never discover who I want to be much less be able to read about all the lives I will never live. I spent New Year‘s day in a large bookstore and nearly fainted from the manifestation of seemingly infinite choices. Oh well. The joy is in the effort to read as much as possible before my own story comes to an end. [Link to article⬇️]

I‘m not quite sure what I most liked about this book, but the solitude of the homestead at Rogue River, and the author‘s writing style really appealed to me. His loneliness and honesty about his reflections struck just the right tone for me. The writing is meditative and quietly self reflexive and reminds me of Anthony Doerr in Four Seasons in Rome. It‘s a sort of poetic and mellifluous writing style. And I loved the rhythm of the seasons.

I am enjoying this one…!