“The house kept its own time, like the old-fashioned grandfather clock in the living room. People who happened by raised the weights, and as long as the weights were wound, the clock continued ticking away. But with people gone and the weights unattended, whole chunks of time were left to collect in deposits of faded life on the floor.”
The days are so much longer now, my thyme has begun to flower tiny purple pretty things and the first raspberries of the season are upon us, so it seems about time to look back on my reading year.
Self love isn’t always liking your body parts but learning to know yourself and your habits; when you are in need of rest, of healing.
Straight up, where does the year go?! Honestly, it felt like last week I was thinking about the #manbookerinternational shortlist – yes us, bookworms remember the passage of time via bookish events and books we’ve read… (surely i’m not the only one…) so without further ado, let us begin! *party popper emoji* Expectations aka. What […]
This year’s longlist? Exciting, predictable yet surprising with a few books I had not known existed.
A novel filled with such warmth and definitely worth the hype.
Still can’t believe it’s July and that time is just a human construct because. it. feels. so. damned. real. Here they are. The best books I’ve picked up this year. The Mothers by Brit Bennett Read in January – 5/5 stars It’s like Adichie and Morrison had a lovechild. It’s like Adichie wrote Morrison’s Sula: characters […]