I traveled through Italy for the first half of April, but true to my book-loving self, part of re-entry into homelife is visiting a library. They’re just so quiet and grounding.
I haven’t read much in a while – travel sucked up all of my sensory energy. I found I had trouble picking out books. Usually, a wander through a library is a way to hone my intuitive hits. I walk around, circling the shelves, listening to the librarian tell someone about printing from a computer for 10 cents per page, feeling her exasperation in my bones. I browse and wait until an author or subject comes to mind, and I go seek it out. Or I just walk, head tilted to read the titles, seeing what comes to me.
I looked at Atwood (one of my favs) and T.C. Boyle (clearly at the start of the fiction section haha) then on to the lower nonfiction and over to the memoir section in biography. Nothing really jumped out at me, but I felt a keen sense of needing some spiritual, even hippy.
No idea what the above haul means, or how many of them I’ll actually get to before their due date is up. (I did read two of the four from March, but remember, I still have Girl On A Train and The Martian sitting in a “To Read” pile as well). Just the experience of visiting the library in the middle of a work day, gave me the sense of some solid footing. Always glad when I go.
Have you read any of these? What are you reading right now? Would love to hear in the comments.
**An extra thank you for your comments, texts, and messages from yesterday’s post. While I couldn’t predict what the response would be, it was as loving and elegant as I hoped for from my readers. We’ve all suffered loss, and sharing that with each other is one of the most healing actions we can take, both in the telling and the listening. Sharing stories is scary and thrilling – I encourage you to share your own. I’m hear to listen xo