I don’t know what to call it. John Muir is awesome. So poetic, interested in all the things I’m interested in, inspires me to get out there and go hiking (as if I needed more motivation?) – yet, his work is… I don’t know what to call it… “heavy”… the opposite of light reading. I’m just slogging through it. I don’t know if I really like it, but it’s definitely beautifully quotable. It’s leaving me with so many mixed feelings.
In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust. I feel like he has such a way to convey feelings everyone has but can’t normally describe with words but when you try and repeat what he said, it’s impossible to explain 😅 I’ve read 3 volumes out of 6 but i don’t think I understood it very well so I plan to reread it from the start before i continue on. Though i really can recognize that what i’m reading is so profound, it’s difficult (for me at least) to get into it. It definitely takes a lot longer and more rereading of paragraphs to understand than other easier works