The snow covered trees were like free spirits; it was as though they had let go of all their sorrows, all their regret. They let the winter sun flow through them, through everything they were, generously making space for the light.
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The snow covered trees were like free spirits; it was as though they had let go of all their sorrows, all their regret. They let the winter sun flow through them, through everything they were, generously making space for the light.
“We have to learn how to best steal back our hearts”.
Stumbled across this in my TBR looking for something else. But today this little book grabbed me and demanded to be read. Loving it 15 pages in.
pickAn unnamed narrator wanders the streets of 1880s Kristiana (Oslo) as an impoverished freelance writer suffering hallucinations and physical and mental weakness while on the verge of starving to death.
Personally, I would have given up long before I got to that stage, but that may explain why the author won the Nobel Prize for Literature and I didn't.
Jennifer, you‘re spoiling me with this embarrassment of riches. Thank you for this fun package that I received today. I feel so fortunate. 💕💕💕
pickMattis knows he isn‘t a good worker and that he isn‘t quite as smart as everyone else but it still bothers him that his neighbors all refer to him as Simple Simon. Still he has the birds he loves to watch and his sister who endlessly knits to keep them both fed. However when a stranger arrives Mattis‘s life feels more uncertain. A lovely book about an unforgettable character.
#25Alive! Day 3: #Winter - here‘s hoping I finally get to Norwegian Knausgaard this year as GatheringBooks launched its #ReadTheWorld2025 reading theme inspired by how my travels to eight countries in 2024 shaped my reading journeys: https://wp.me/pDlzr-qUy
