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Hey, You Should Read This Book...

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Book review tennis with a few friendly folks. The same folks behind Hey, Watch This Movie.
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oliveandsage
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting   over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese” (via elizabethminkel)

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Anyone have reading goals this year?

Mine is the same as last year, which is to keep track of what I read throughout the year.

Also to buy so many new books that I go broke and need to buy another bookshelf (or possibly house) to hold them all.

No. Wait. The goal was NOT to do that. Right. Haha. I’m not supposed to do that. (I’m going to do that)

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How We Got Here - A Book List

I won’t wax poetic on this, other than to say it’s a coincidence that I’ve been buried in lots of non-fiction reading about the history of this country and how we got here. This list isn’t exhaustive AT ALL. 

Some of the highlights below:

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Recommended Reading [450]

I killed a spider Not a murderous brown recluse Nor even a black widow And if the truth were told this Was only a small Sort of papery spider Who should have run When I picked up the book But she didn’t And she scared me And I smashed her I don’t think I’m allowed To kill something Because I am Frightened
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Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

Sylvia Townsend Warner, The Winter of the Air. (via wordsnquotes)

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