It’s almost July, and I think this would be the best book of the year for me.
This could be finished in one setting, but I let life get in the way. However, there were times where I did it on purpose because it’s so engaging that I didn’t want this read to end so quickly.
As someone who has minimal to near zero understanding of the world of performance arts, I was skeptical at first. I assumed, that I wouldn’t be able to ‘get’ this book. But I was so wrong. It’s written in a way that could capture your heart and soul. That would draw you into the world of performance arts without you realizing it – that you’ve learned a little of their world.
I might be able to finish it soon, real soon, but I’m refusing to. I really want to savor every remaining bit of the stories, the pages.
There are many ways to enrich yourself. You could go hiking, swimming, reading, fishing, skateboarding, whip up a nice sandwich, volunteering, cleaning, teaching, or anything.
It’s not what you do. It’s why and how you do it and staying true to your intentions. A cyclist cycling to recover from a broken heart and a cyclist cycling for health reasons is two different ways of the ‘what’. Why are you cycling for? How are you cycling, are you all geared up with safety equipments? That’s the difference.
It’s better than spending one full hour mindlessly swiping through websites that does nothing good other than make you hate your own life more by envying others.
Mine’s reading, spending money on books, and spending time organizing my book club.
This morning started out perfect. Really, perfect. Hugged and kissed the kids goodbye, thankful for the NBA playoffs – the partner’s dose – with Rockets vs. I-don’-care-who-since-Jordan-retired; drove to the library, set-up the table, and waited blissfully (inside, waited blissfully inside. Bookworms don’t show nerdy bliss on their faces until another bookworm shows up) for others to show up.
In total, five of us showed and it was just a nice group at the table which had chairs for eight.
B was the first to arrive (after yours truly), and since it was her first time at our new library, she placed her book and her bag at the table and went sight-seeing before settling down to read. She owns “Daughter of Smoke and Bone” here.
M came later, it was probably her third time at the new library. She didn’t bring a book and decided to use this meet-up to borrow some books instead. “The English Monster” and “The Blind Assassin” were her loot of the day.
W came next, she reads on her mobile. She loves literature (it’s my first time meeting her too!) and that’s all I know! It didn’t occur to me to ask her about her current read!
E came last (also my first time meeting her). She, too, decided to use this meet-up to borrow some books from the library. She chose “Dark City” by Xeus.
As for me? I’m still trying to finish my physical book – Hiroshima. Had we stayed there for another hour, I’d have finished it! I even took a break by standing and reading facing a pillar, which had mini wall-mounted tables – again, perfect. I am hoping to QUIT my Kindle for a while and focus on this read tonight, or tomorrow night… I’m horrible.
Dot Journaling: A Practical Guide by Rachel Wilkerson Miller
I succumbed. Been on the fence for quite sometime. As in bullet journaling, not the book.
I keep a journal (journals, over the years. Few were dotted ones, before “bujo” got popular. I bought it because it was on sale), currently an orange Moleskine and a big spiral “Nickelodeon” notebook (I’ll post it next time), but it’s something I write in fullsentences, with minimal doodles here and there. Apparently you’re not supposed to do too much of that (writing in long form) when it comes to dot/bullet journals.
So I stumbled upon, flipped, and skimmed the book at the bookstore today. The ideas were brilliant. I then joined a few Facebook groups for more (used to be IG, but I don’t do much IG nowdays) inspiration and I’m helplessly hooked – though I know not for long, because, well, I’m 37 – and I have had a few things figured out, and one of them is my journaling style and habit. Going full-on bujo won’t be possible, but it’s worth the occasional sin.
Back to the book. Even though it would be nicer to read and reference it in physical form, I decided I didn’t want to carry too many things around (I already have a journal and a Kindle in my bag) so digital it is.
The Girls Who Went Away: The Hidden History of Women Who Surrendered Children for Adoption in the Decades before Roe v Wade by Ann Fessler
This is one of the books that should be made compulsory reading for anyone who’s able to procreate.
I am at chapter 4, and naively hoping to come across interview subjects from the opposite gender. I know it’s likely impossible, but it would be nice to hear from them. How they felt after their girlfriend were disappeared, what they took and carried with them to the Marine Corps – and some, the Vietnam War – after their families told them they are never to marry the girl they impregnated and love, how they felt all these decades knowing they have a daughter or a son out there.
But I know it’s not gonna happen. I’ll make do with the women’s testimonials. It’s tragic enough.