In My Mailbox — September 24, 2019
It’s not a Sunday, which is when I normally post book hauls, but I’ve been out of commission this week with the tragic passing of a friend. I’ve been prioritizing time with family and loved ones over more mundane tasks like homework and reading, although I’m starting to ease back into the reality of a chaotic world that keeps moving beyond our emotions. Regardless, it’s been a time for reflection.
On that note, I’ve picked a few books to read in whichever pockets of time I manage to scrounge up in the coming weeks.
I’d wanted to read this one for awhile — as my roommate told me, I should have been a psych major just because of my reading taste — and this week especially put it on my mind. It’s been a lot of life and death this year, and reading about the toll that certain experiences have on your body seems to be a helpful way to process.
As a note, this is the old cover — the new one is green and graphic in nature — but I love it too much not to include it.
Yet another edition of one of my favorite books, Tiger Lily by Jodi Lynn Anderson. One of the lines from it is one that echoes to me during times of healing.
“I knew I'd miss you. But the surprising thing is, you never leave me. I never forget a thing. Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn't happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all.”
I’m hoping for a funny read, and I’m slowly easing back into more human, accessible reads rather than the opaque nonfiction I’ve been favoring this summer. I was flipping through this one in an independent bookstore in Chapel Hill, and found an essay on the author’s obsession with Pitbull. Needless to say, I was hooked by the breezy language.