1,102 books
—
1,015 voters
to-read
(923)
currently-reading (4)
read (618)
did-not-finish (46)
audiobooks-for-kids (338)
historical-fiction (135)
summer (132)
dark (90)
autumn (87)
travel (70)
books-i-own (69)
winter (68)
currently-reading (4)
read (618)
did-not-finish (46)
audiobooks-for-kids (338)
historical-fiction (135)
summer (132)
dark (90)
autumn (87)
travel (70)
books-i-own (69)
winter (68)
neighborhood
(66)
era-cultural (65)
spring (56)
nonfiction (55)
book-club (53)
thrillers (52)
short-stories (48)
feel-good (41)
had-it-missed-it (40)
psychological-thrillers (37)
funny (35)
quirky (35)
era-cultural (65)
spring (56)
nonfiction (55)
book-club (53)
thrillers (52)
short-stories (48)
feel-good (41)
had-it-missed-it (40)
psychological-thrillers (37)
funny (35)
quirky (35)
“Later it would strike me that Sally would belong in childhood, like a character in a timeless children’s book. The summer of 1985 had claimed her, not allowing her to grow out of it. Some years later, the town began referring to her as “the Lake Girl,” solidifying her disappearance to fable-like status, a story that had been passed down through generations instead of a real event that had temporarily paralyzed - and terrified - our town.”
―
―
“Remember the deer.” There were deer in the park, but not too many. They were not good near the cars. In fact, they were strangely susceptible, oddly vulnerable, especially at night. There were few cars in the park, but with their bright lights, blinding moving moonlights, they were visible a million miles away, and so easy to avoid. The deer, though, they were drawn to the lights, and caught by the lights, and killed by the lights. Every few months, we would find a deer in the road, struck dead, and it would baffle us. Why did they get so close when the lights and the sounds and the smells of the cars were so obvious? “We all have weaknesses,” Freya noted… “We all have something that blinds us to threats.”
―
―
“Later, though, I would replay that walk over in my head, savoring it… moments in childhood were often like that: too saturated to fully enjoy in real time, their pleasures spiking higher in subsequent recollections, once we had the space to consider them.”
―
―
“Remember the deer. There were deer in the park, but not too many. They were not good near the cars. In fact, they were strangely susceptible, oddly vulnerable, especially at night. There were few cars in the park at night, but with their bright lights, blinding moving moonlights, they were visible a million miles away, and so easy to avoid. The deer, though, they were drawn to the lights, and caught by the lights, and killed by the lights. Every few months we found a deer in the road, struck dead, and it would baffle us all. Why did they get so close when the lights and smells and sounds of the cars were so obvious? 'We all have weaknesses,' Freya noted... 'We all have something that blinds us to threats.”
―
―
“How I came not to care about other people’s opinions is something of a mystery even to me. I was born with a compass. It was the luck of my draw. This compass has been incalculably beneficial for writing —for everything, really— and for that reason I take very good care of it. How do you take care of your internal compass? You don’t listen to anyone who tells you to do something as consequential as having a child. Think about that one for a second.”
― These Precious Days: Essays
― These Precious Days: Essays
What's the Name of That Book???
— 121600 members
— last activity 3 hours, 27 min ago
Can't remember the title of a book you read? Come search our bookshelves and discussion posts. If you don’t find it there, post a description on our U ...more
Stephanie’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Stephanie’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
More friends…
Favorite Genres
Polls voted on by Stephanie
Lists liked by Stephanie


























































