Loving this book.
Amazing read #blacklivesmatter
Thanks to this book, I'm making delicious homemade bread. Great cookbook!
My favorite! Not for everyone, but enjoyable for folks who like atmosphere and awful characters.
Amazing book! Great art, moving memoir.
One of my favorite Dickinson quotes.
I wanted more resolution. Too many dropped threads (that was intentional). Good characterization, but I missed a story that went somewhere. Didn't hang together as a whole for me, even though I liked parts.
For years, she had been in mourning for the way she had let her life slip through her fingers. Given another chance, she'd told herself, she would take more care to experience it. But lately, she was finding that she had experienced it after all and just forgotten, and now it was returning to her.
"Houses need humans," Red said. "You all should know that. Oh, humans cause wear and tear—scuffed floors and stopped-up toilets and such—but that's nothing compared to what happens when a house is left on its own. It's like the heart goes out of it."
Currently reading The Movement of Stars on Kindle. Wondering which paperback to pick up next. I like to have a paperback and e-book going at the same time.
A great book about the dangerous side of keeping silent and the intricacies of family and the weight of expectations and shattered dreams.
You could stop taking their phone calls, tear up their letters, pretend they'd never existed. Start over as a new person with a new life. Just a problem of geography, he thought, with the confidence of one who had never get tried to free himself of family.
This book has important things to say about the conversations we don't have and how they tear us apart.
A few months later, when they married, they would make a pact: to let the past drift away, to stop asking questions, to look forward from then on, never back.
My bookstore haul. Because I have absolutely no books to read at home.
You see only the saturated ends of the spectrum, my dear. Dark or light. True or false. Yet we live upon what might be the greyest place on Earth.
I love Wendell Berry‘s lines that “it may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.