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Moral so far is don't mess with parks, and if you start something you can probably manipulate people into letting you finish it I think.

My boyfriend said: Do you think it makes your dad sad that your whole thing is books, and he reads all the books you give him, but you've never read his favorite book?

So I am reading my dad's favorite book!

On a quest to figure out what the point of marriage is, wish me luck

Impulsively decided to start this 66-hour audiobook before running the Bronx 10 Mile... we'll see if I stick it out!

This is excellent — an entertaining tale of human folly. What a remarkably bad idea airships were, yet I can’t wait to read how this one (literally) goes down. Surprisingly funny at moments, too.

"I was a quiet child / but I schemed behind the silence. Already setting up the terms of my survival / like chess pieces whose royalty I covered. Black army on a stolen board."

"The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next."

(Reading for my two-person annotated book club with Anna!)

"The village hall is a factory where petty grudges are made, and there is no grudge like a petty, hobby-related grudge. Oh, you giggled at Edith's sonnet? Sounds like someone's about to be found clubbed to death with a typewriter, their mouth stuffed full of poems."

Never finished the series re-read I started to go with the Netflix series. Finally time!

Poetry for the Fleabag crew

I can't put it down!!

"Don't judge him / by the first thought to enter his head. / Judge him by the second." --In the Language of Mammon

"'Exasperation,' he said. 'I'm so tired of myself.'"

"I'm scared to even write this down, because I worry that having confessed this fragility, you now know where to punch. I know that if I'm hit where I'm earnest, I will never recover."

This book includes reviews on the freaking copyright page and half title page I'm in LOVE with the commitment to the concept

"Love is holy because it is like grace--the worthiness of its object is never really what matters."

So far this is like the fragmentation of Jenny Offill meets James Joyce's obscure stream-of-consciousness, except the fragmentation is an ode to social media posts and the consciousness is the collective consciousness of the internet rather than an individual. It's disorienting and fascinating, and nothing like I was expecting.

“'Just because it feels good doesn’t mean it’s wrong,' said the rabbi."

"Once upon a time there was a princess in a tower, once upon a time a prince saved the girl from the tower. Noemí sat on the bed and contemplated the notion of enchantments that are never broken."

"I want your dear perishable self to live long and to love this poor perishable world. . . ."

I remember absolutely nothing from this book except that it features some of the same characters as Ella Enchanted, and since I just reread that, I figured it might be worth diving into this again.

I wanted to read mostly happy things over break, and these delightful, playful, only occasionally melancholy poems are perfect.

"She hugged me so tight, I could barely breathe. . . . I wished I could spend the rest of my life as a child, being slightly crushed by someone who loved me."