WALKING AWAY FROM A LITTLE LIFE
I am on page 608 of a book I hate. And the more I read it, the more I hate it. And yet I keep reading.
This has to stop.
I am on page 608 of a book I hate. And the more I read it, the more I hate it. And yet I keep reading.
This has to stop.
Is there anything in life better than leaving the library with a new book? Well, yes, of course. Still, leaving the library with Hanya Yanagihara‘s A Little Life in hand the other day reminded me of a list I have been meaning to put together for decades. This list is supposed to contain life’s simple pleasures.
I’m talking about momentary delights, the ones you often overlook but that fill you with pure contentment tinged with possibility. I can only think of a few. Leaving the library with a new book in hand is most definitely one of them.
With Thanksgiving in the air, it seems appropriate to think of a few more.