“comfort is of the essence. the comforting objects on my own table are (have always been) books, and my library was itself a place of comfort and quiet reassurance. it may be that books have this reassuring quality because we don’t possess them: books possess us.” —alberto manguel, packing my library
my niece has traveled back home to boston and life has settled down into a more normal type of busy. today i spent the early afternoon in the garden, cutting down yet another rose and planting several new perennials. i’m still reading dorothy whipple’s the priory and enjoying it more and more. her insight into human behavior is always spot on, not to mention her ability to craft a wonderful story.
i have so many interesting books on my tbr stack that occasionally i have this frantic urge to rush through what i’m reading just to move on to the next book, and then the next, etc. fortunately my better judgment kicks in and i realize that i don’t read to knock books off my list (stack) but instead to slow down, relax, and savor a beautifully told story. do you ever feel that way when you see so many great books stacking up on your tbr? it’s an all too common feeling with me these days...🙈📚📚📚
btw, i’m reading packing my library in bits and pieces and enjoying every minute spent with this fascinating look into alberto manguel’s extensive library. ❤️📚❤️
not sure what @gosharubchinskiy intended with these words but for me it was a symbol that somebody was finally celebrating and recognizing my culture on an international stage. sometimes it’s a bummer how little people know about slavic places, foods, ideas, and language. also the political situation between america and russia kills my vibes. 🇷🇺🇧🇾🇺🇸 sorry for the rant but i just ate a bunch of russian food and it got me thinking 😂