Permission to Stop Reading
I have a graveyard of bookmarks at page forty. The day I gave up on a book and didn't regret it, finishing stopped being a virtue I owed anyone.
Writing
Notes on reading, living slowly, and paying attention.
The Long Way Round
There's a fast way home and a slow way. The slow one is uphill and on foot and entirely the point, except on the days it isn't.
Getting Dressed for No One
Some days I see nobody. There's a difference between being dressed and being covered, and on those days it's mine alone.
Reading It Again
On rereading a book you know the ending of. The plot has nothing left to give you, so you notice everything else — mostly how much you've changed.
The Books I Haven't Read Yet
I bought four books last month and read none of them. An honest accounting of the stack by the bed and the people I thought I'd be.