Books find you when you’re ready to read them, when you need to read them. They just somehow know.
Category: Books
the self
From the first page of the first chapter of Blue Pastures by Mary Oliver. It’s the first time I’ve ever read her work. I keep coming back to this again and again. Our own self gets in our own way. And we let it. All the damn time. It most definitely is a ‘curious matter’. Of…… Continue reading the self
The Secret Lives of Books
Books tend to outlive us. They also tell our stories in addition to the ones printed on their pages.The Family Book of Verse is a lovely hardbound book from 1961, edited by Lewis Gannett. I had read some of the poems before. But one day, as I flipped through it, looking for a short poem…… Continue reading The Secret Lives of Books
The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
There are some parts of books that always stay with you. I read The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet (David Mitchell) probably around ten years ago. I’ve never forgotten the image of the ladybird on the hands. Picking slugs from the cabbages with a pair of chopsticks, Jacob notices a ladybird on his right…… Continue reading The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
Reading in the time of COVID-19
I don’t usually reread books. But this time, the Ramona Quimby series is the only place where my mind has settled, where I’ve sat long enough to read through to the end of a story. I had read The Magician’s Nephew (C. S. Lewis) and The Happiness Project (Gretchen Rubin). Jurassic Park (Michael Crichton) was…… Continue reading Reading in the time of COVID-19
Mariam Sultan 