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Here it is, #PersephoneClub … our 2026 #BuddyRead list! Thank you all for your nominations and votes and we‘ll see you in February.

Here it is, #PersephoneClub … our 2026 reading list! Thank you all for your nominations and votes and we‘ll see you in February. 👏

(Please take note of the new list of members ( ⬇️) when tagging your posts).

I hate to see a long weekend go, but at least I got to spend this Sunday wrapped in a blanket reading this powerful, important novella. It is one of the few books about Stalin's Great Purge written during the actual events and centers on the experience of an everyday woman in Leningrad. It was written and hidden away by the author and a number of her friends, published first in France but not in Russia until nearly 50 years after it was written.

White Nights moved me in a destructive manner, an unforgettable way. It captures the loneliness that lives in all of us, that deep wish to be seen and understood, even if only for a moment. capturing the ache of isolation and the fragile hope of connection with poetic grace

It‘s a short simple quiet masterpiece in my personal opinion

It‘s happy reading hour with a Wisconsin beer in the Wisconsin woods, with Dostoevsky in a screen tent. There must be a relevant connection within the 900 pages.

I have the necessary choice of bug spray or a screen tent. Today it‘s the tent. 🦟🦟

Ohhhhh the dramaaaaaaaaaaa. 😅🙃 I feel like I need a fan and some fainting salts after this chapter.

Based on a Bible passage. #ISpyBingoJune @TheAromaofBooks

Once you have mathematical certainty there is nothing left to do or to understand. There will be nothing left but to bottle up your five senses and plunge into contemplation. While if you stick to consciousness, even though the same result is attained, you can at least flog yourself at times, and that will, at any rate, liven you up. Reactionary as it is, corporal punishment is better than nothing.

Oh, gentlemen, do you know, perhaps I consider myself an intelligent man, only because all my life I have been able neither to begin nor to finish anything. Granted I am a babbler, a harmless vexatious babbler, like all of us. But what is to be done if the direct and sole vocation of every intelligent man is babble, that is, the intentional pouring of water through a sieve?

I‘m reading outside and I won‘t regret it in February. 😁 However, we did skip trail rides today.