Books I've devoured, which is proof to myself I still "can focus", and will again:
- Otherlands by Thomas Halliday
- Flowering Wand + The Madonna Secret by Sophie Strand
- When We Cease To Understand the World by Benjamin Labatut
- The Day the World Stops Shopping by J.B. MacKinnon
- How To Do Nothing + Saving Time by Jenny Odell
- Unearthing by Kyo Maclear
- The Power of Story by Harold R. Johnson
- Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver
All these books have a spiritual and "environmental" slant to them. (I put environmental in quotes because that's how they'd be classified in the mainstream I guess, if we want to assign labels, but nature, gardening, archeology, human spirit/shortfalls, are all intertwined and written about like... they're one and the same, not separated. It's not, "alrighty, now here's a passage about the tree outside my window" but more like "I felt grounded deep within my place, an old butternut sturdy in the earth," you know? Lol, that was the best explanation my tired postpartum brain could come up with!)
When I look at my reading journal, so many books are unfinished, and my bookshelves have new books with a receipt to mark the page somewhere in the middle. I used to see those as "failures" (sheesh loosen up girl!) but now I'm like, they just didn't captivate me and I'm ok with that.
- says I again, Chloe Bellefontaine on this 18th day of Aug. 2023