I'm not certain of much, but this:
There is nothing better than a busy week as it unspools into Sunday evening, in a quiet house, with a good book, and your mind, finally, finally, finds a peaceful ease.
Today's good line:
"One thing I've learned, Father — that in life it's best to keep the then and the now and the what's-to-be as close together in your thoughts as you can. It's when you let gaps creep in, when you separate out the intervals and dwell on them, that you can't bear the sorrow."
— from The All of It, a novel by Jeannette Haien
It's time for a literary lookback.
I'm making stock (turkey bones on the stove) and taking stock (of good books). It's time for round up and review: What have I read? What have I loved?
I can hardly recall last week's novel, let alone of year of books. Was it a bleak year in stories? A crushing season of poems?
Please, help revive my reading memory:
What good books did you read this year?