
A Mid-Year Reading Check-In, using the Mid-Year Freakout Tag #booktube
https://youtu.be/DBs18DN74Lc
A Mid-Year Reading Check-In, using the Mid-Year Freakout Tag #booktube
https://youtu.be/DBs18DN74Lc
Friday Reads March 17: ?️?the Lambda Literary finalists, ☘️Irish lit, ??travelling, ??doppelgängers & ??the best book I‘ve read this year
https://youtu.be/GVVGea6ZkwI
She realised how much she loved travel for its own sake: the thump of the wheels, the changing, curving lines of the landscape, the furrow that seems to make a circular movement around you, arriving at strange places where everything is fresh and new as it only can be when you‘ve never been there before and will not be staying long.
Marthe was already inside and had taken up her position in front of the shelf of dolls. They were small and cheap, and stood in their cardboard boxes as if in open coffins, staring stiffly into thin air with stupid eyes. They were made of calico or the kind of material that comes apart at the touch of a raindrop, stiff with sizing.
[I couldn‘t find this type of doll on the internet; perhaps none have survived the years.]
Jeanne had all the good qualities you could think of. She was useful, respectable and trustworthy. She meant well, nobody‘s intentions were better. Nevertheless to be with Jeanne was like ceasing to live.