Something by Brene Brown, honestly. I just don’t think we’ll ever be able to see eye to eye.

There are plenty of things I’d let slide and I’d just not talk about books with them (any YA, most fantasy and Sci fi)

No, I really liked English, or at least my English teachers were probably my favorite ones, so maybe that made a difference. I liked everything we had ro read, though a lot of it didn’t make as much sense to me as it does now that my thinking isn’t as narrow.

I also like to make note and underline things, and mark off certain pages to get back to that. Listening is more passive for me, that’s when I listen to comedy podcasts

Personally, anything really dense and thought provoking. I like being able to more easily kind of stop and think for a moment, and I think this really often allows me to understand and follow the story in a deeper way. Like rather than just waves landing on the beach, I can get a better idea of the water beyond the waves, out in the ocean, and following what’s happening out in the ocean makes the waves hitting the beach much more meaningful and I better appreciate them.

I’m not a very fast reader, and it really depends on the books. Most of my smaller books are more difficult.

I read Ana Keranina in about a week and a half, but I was in rehab, so besides having classes during the day and some homework, it was my primary source of entertainment. That’s probably the fastest I’ve read something of that caliber, though I’ve read bigger books in shorter periods of time, but i mean specificallysomethingof that caliber.

My average per novel is usually about a week. It’s inconsistent though, I read 100 Years of Solitude in a few days, but I think the fact that it was like my 3rd or 4th reading made a big difference.

And again, most of the most difficult stuff I’ve read has been shorter and taken longer, like Neville Symington’s Psychology of the Person, or Christopher Bollas’ Becoming a Character.

Idk if I’ve read a series

Javier Marias

John Ashbery

Love les Murray. I can see why vonnegut never got it.

r/bookscirclejerk

What’s fucking insane is that a lot of people in this sub would say like Flaubert, or Melville, or Proust.

After the the writer Calvin Trillin’s wife died he wrote a really great little memoir about their lives together called “About Alice.” I don’t remember exactly what he said or where it was, but he said something like, “I wrote this for Alice. Actually, everything I wrote was for her.”

Oof, my heart