We love books. We really love books. It’s somewhat surprising it took us until 2022 to decide to formally regale you with our current and past favorites on the regular.
Finishing the Unfinished
Do you ever leave a book half-read on accident? Apparently, I do.
Over the holiday break, I was doing some much-needed clutter clearing. You know, finally loading things that I had gathered eight months ago into the car and delivering them to the donation site. Much of what I donated was books, which is always a struggle, but I won’t linger on that point.
I donated about 60 books and what I discovered while going through them was I had a couple I never finished. I am not sure what happened. It wasn’t that I didn’t like them; I simply got distracted.
One of the books I recently finished after discovering it was half-read was “Wild” by Cheryl Strayed. I know, I know, you read it ages ago, and you can’t believe I never finished it. And you can’t fathom that I haven’t seen Reese Witherspoon in the movie.
But all of this, I pinky swear, is true. As an aside, I am not sure why I imagine a pinky swear has more validity than a regular “cross my heart and hope to die” swear, but alas, I do.
What I have to say is not a spoiler alert for the other hermit who has been under a rock and has not read it, so feel free to continue if that’s you.
Wow! I mean, holy, get a shower and get that stink off of you, wow!
My husband John and I have been pondering hiking the Appalachian Trail for years, and while I realize she hiked the Pacific Crest Trail, some things remain the same. It’s a dirty, fatiguing, and life-altering business.
After finally finishing the book, it didn’t make me not want to hike the AT or PCT. It made me question if I have the fortitude to be that filthy for that long. Honestly, can you imagine doing that to yourself on purpose?
And her feet, please get the woman some help!
It also made me ponder just how noisy our lives are with often not a lot of anything. The ping and chirp of our phones often about nothing of consequence. The chatter of the television. The buzz of traffic. The loudness of nonsense..
However, out on the trail, I imagine it’s full yet simultaneously empty. Every sound, tree, creature, and space has its place and purpose. I can only think it’s a simplified grandeur that is punishing and purifying.
Family Book Club
It may be a shiny New year, but some things never change. We still love books.
Last year, we brought you book reviews on the regular as well as a summer reading list. This year we are starting a family book club inspired by one of my good friends out here in Colorado. She did a mother/daughter long-distance book club last year with her mom. We decided to implement one ourselves. So, we have wrangled our mom and other sister into our plan and we have all purchased the book, “The Silent Patient” by Alex Michaelides.
As with any new book, as soon as I got it in my hands, I had to start reading it. I had no idea when we might do our first official book club meeting, but how long could it be? It’s our January book. I excitedly texted the family chat to inquire if they had also started the book.
I was met with so much shock that I would have begun reading when not everyone had their book yet. How was I supposed to know? I was asked to pause and perhaps I could busy myself with finding a March book.
My first thought was what happened to February and second, I honestly wasn’t sure this family book club relationship was going to work out then G responded that she, too, had started the book.
I guess G and I will both need to work on the reading list for the year as we have set our first official meeting for the end of February.