This week has been an whirlwind of tying up loose ends with various work projects and last minute tasks and errands before heading off to Costa Rica for a week. As I mentally prepare for vacation, it struck me that I’ve really gotten out of the habit of long form reading. I never thought that would happen to me. My mom used to take away my books as a punishment when I was a kid, and I remember more than one tug of war with a book as the rope before bed.
I’ve realized that my attention span has definitely gotten shorter. I love blogs, and this isn’t necessarily a criticism of them, but I really want to achieve a balance of quick snippets of reading with visual elements and long form, profound reading that strikes me deep and makes my chest hurt its so good and true and beautiful. I’ve been in a book rut, probably just from being out of practice, so I decided to reread a favorite — a book that’s more of a good friend than a series of words — Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. After I finish that, I’m hoping to read Brene Brown’s Daring Greatly while I’m traveling.
After that, I’m wide open. What have y’all been reading? What’s your favorite book? If you could only recommend one book ever, what would it be? Is there a book that’s profoundly changed the way you see the world? I’m begging for recommendations, here. Please don’t be shy!
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