Recommended by many yet I‘m half way through and am still befuddled.
I may have loved this one even more than the first. I‘m not a romance reader or even that much of a chick-lit lover but I adore how Helen writes and I love the unique twist of autistic characters. As a teacher this is meaningful to understand more about my own interactions with students on the spectrum.
I thought I'd play along as I've read some great books between January and June. Here are my #top6reads! I had a hard time narrowing it down so I had to add a 7th.
1. Normal People by Sally Rooney
2. Daisy Jones and the Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid
3. Where the crawdads sing by Delia Owens
4. Heads of the colored people by Nafissa Thompson-Spires
5. Less by Andrew Sean Greer
6. Educated by Tara Westover
7. Salvage the bones by Jesmyn Ward
Many of the houses and shops were empty shells, while others had been converted into jails. Rough, dirty faces were pressed against the bars, silently watching Didric‘s strutting figure with hatred in their eyes. The entire place stank of misery and desperation; it was a far throw from the industrious little village Fletcher had grown up in. #patioreading #sunshine
My book club chose this as their #classic for this year. I‘m very excited to read this for the 1st time. I‘m an English major; how was this never an assigned read??
I am very fond of the oyster shell. It is humble and awkward and ugly. It is slate-colored and unsymmetrical. Its form is not primarily beautiful but functional. I make fun of it‘s knobbiness. Sometimes I resent its burdens and excrescences. But it‘s tireless adaptability and tenacity draw my astonished admiration and sometimes even my tears. And it is comfortable in its familiarity, like old garden gloves which have molded themselves perfectly.
A mother must be vigilant. She must be able and willing to wake up 10 times during the night to feed her baby. After her intermittent vigil, she must see everything clearly the next morning so that she can notice any changes in her baby. A mother is not permitted to have blurry vision.
Really enjoying this romp across the world with Arthur Less!
Finally picked this up at the library! “Still, the truth is that there was nothing extra. If my childhood were a sandwich, there would be no meat hanging off the bread. We had what we needed and nothing more. ‘And nothing less,‘ my mama would have said, and then wrapped me in one of her lemon-drop hugs.”