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Ahhhh… this is more like it. Très bien

“Poulaines (/pu'lem/), French: An absolutely wild shoe type that rocked the fourteenth century fashion world. There’s a high chance Balenciaga will bring these babies back one season.”

“I want Marla to meet Chris Columbus,” trump said to me, “because Marla is a very talented actress.”
“I’m… sure she is,” I said, leaning fully into the conciliatory tone of a typical top-notch concierge. That wasn’t a complete lie; I have no doubt she was good at faking it.

Whenever you have the chance, go and find a horizon. It opens up the brain.

After weeks, I finally get to dig into this book!

Sleep is a breeze—
a warm kind holding
honeysuckle freshly bloomed,
butterfly fields filled with clovers,
the breeze that takes the aroma
of the grill over to the neighbors,
which really just means
Come eat with us.

“I will only say that you should give it a chance. What you bring to a book, meaning your particular experience of life, well, it can change everything. Two people reading the same book will have different perceptions - perhaps not hugely different, but they will have them, nonetheless.”

“It is a hallmark of failing societies, I’ve learned, this requirement that one always be in possession of a valid reason to exist.”

This may be a dnf, as I am really struggling with it — I actually started it 2 months ago and keep picking away at it to no avail

New playlist: The Mediæval Bæbes. Very fitting for what is getting be a creepy trio of hauntings

Playlist:

Main Title From "Chocolat"

Whisper Of A Thrill

leaves and trees

Pining for Adventure

The Duchess

That Next Place

The Story of Grandmere (From "

ask the river

Strong Opinions

Mozart: Fantasia in D Minor

Time begins the day you’re born, and little by little you grow stronger, taller, wiser, faster, more articulate, and then comes the slow decline. You grow weaker, slower, more vulnerable, less keen to try new things. He knows this now. It begins slowly, and it ends slowly.

All these last times. The end is never as you imagine it, and the end is everything, is it not? There will be a last time you swing your daughter onto your shoulders and carry her through the forest. The last time you walk up the mountain side and gaze out across the landscape that is yours. A last time you go to the store to buy bread and milk and butter. A last summer. A last swim.

This book is tearing me to pieces. I have to read it in bursts, or I’ll scatter


I don’t know, darling. But… every soul is its own universe. It must be treated as such. Each life is so big, so vast, so important.

••••

To know you’re never gonna see another spring. That months before you were gone, you saw the sun and bare arms for the last time and didn’t know it was the last time. .

Lovely and bittersweet

Is this what grief feels like?

It feels different and still the same for each person, he said. A longing that you know will never end, and so it hurts. Something that doesn’t get better, not completely.

“Juliet,” she said, “the little things aren’t always little. Pay attention to a what makes your heart sing.”

Opened the arc tonight to get a quick feel for it, and 4 hours later, I’m half done. Not my usual taste, however I’m enjoying a sweet, warm read in this one

Looks like it’s back in the slush pile for another few days. Too many other books on some time off and too little interest in this one at the moment. It’s the right book but not the right time

Reading this one on and off for 3 months now. Guess it’s time to actually finish it