Status Updates From The Big Sycamore

actually obsessed with the way that modern inventions are spoken about as if they are animals— the whole segment on the motorcar being a beastly creature powered by hobbgoblins, fantastic stuff

there's something so crazy about seeing someone for 1 minute in a church, walking to her house, convincing a child to be your messenger & then starting a letter with; "since i saw you walk down the aisle of letterlee church yesterday, i shall never again know peace of mind until you allow me to speak to you. i want to tell you that, even if you never speak to me, I love you and shall love you to the end of time" but!

half the fun of this book is knowing that it is actually a thinly veiled memoir (written under a pseudonym with countless name changes for key characters) set in the village where I was raised. already, the world it describes of rural ireland in the 19th and early 20th centuries feels utterly like home & particularly reminds me of my grandparents (this book having decorated their shelves for my entire life) <3