Translated from the Japanese in 2019, this is a mesmerizing book that submerges you in its dystopic winter. It is the story of a novelist in an unnamed island where things have begun to disappear: hats, birds, photographs and even boats…
Poisonous jellyfish, dysfunctional families, unlikely friendships and mice.
“«Where» is the primal question, rather than «when», «how», or «who»”.
700 hundred pages of suffering and a very handsome priest.
April is gone! We are almost halfway through 2019 already. Even though I am way behind in my reading challenge, I had the chance to read some memorable stories. Shirley by Charlotte Brontë I just love Charlotte Brontë. I have read Jane Eyre many times and Villette twice, they’re just wonderful novels. So the nextContinue reading “What I Read: April”
Four cringe-worthy (in the best way) reads.
Life has been so busy lately! Work has been a bit in the way of my reading, which means I’ve been only reading a bit before bed. Anyway, I managed to finish The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah last week. I had never read anything by her before —or anything written after 1970 in aContinue reading “The Wilderness Within: Kristin Hannah’s The Great Alone”
Sometimes you just can afford to read.
As you may know, recently I finally got down to reading Walden by Henry David Thoreau. Thoureau had fascinated me since I studied some of his essays in university, mostly because I believe he’s one of the few thinkers who really put his money where his mouth was: his lifestyle was always coherent with hisContinue reading “Lives Without Principle: Thoreau and Our Complex Times”
“You see, there is responsibility in being a person. It’s more than just taking up space where air would be.”
Love’s complicated. And so are some of these books.
John Steinbeck’s Travels with Charley in Search of America