It just occurred to me that a nook is actually a technological thing on which I believe one can, in fact, read books.
The title of this post is meant rather in the sense of ‘books for nooks and cozy crannies’. Let’s imagine that that’s the full title.
Granted, I don’t know what books you go for when you’re curled up in bed under piles of blankets (ahem, like I am now). Maybe a twisty murder mystery is more your thing. Or an eye-opening biography. Or a sordid true crime.
For me it’s something a bit more pastoral. Quiet stories about quiet lives lived with quiet purpose. Close to nature, close to the seasons, and close to loved ones.
And nothing too mentally taxing.
Add in a dash of children’s literature and a sprinkle of fantasy and you’re all set.
- The Wind in the Willows is one of my favorite books. Full stop. Cozy dens and animal friends.
- A Christmas Carol is the perfect novella for the more festive-minded. We read it aloud as a family in the days before Christmas a few years ago and it was a really lovely thing to share.
- The Country of the Pointed Firs is a series of sketches of life in a fictional Maine fishing village. At once a meditation on the hardship and isolation of rural life and the intense beauty of the solitude and the relationships forged therein.
- The Hobbit is the perfect cuddly fantasy adventure featuring the perfect balance of magic, mystery, and unforgettably lovable characters.
- Stillmeadow Road hits very close to me, as the author shares a year of New England seasons from her 1690 New England farmhouse. The voice is laid-back, wise, and incredibly comforting.
- The Little House series was a favorite of mine as a child and I remember it so fondly, but I’m not sure the pacing and reading level would be super pleasing to me at this point. But if you’re reading with a child or your mind is in need of something a little more serious in the way of R&R, I really do recommend these. Is there anything more cozy than a little house in the big woods? (Maybe a little house on the banks of Plum Creek).
I changed my desktop background (finally!). I was feeling the need for something pink and fluffy with unrealistic eyelashes.
There’s a lot to say right now, the main thing being that, because of a random five-day weekend (!) I was in Milan until a few hours ago. So all blog posts were postponed (haha, let’s just pretend I’ve been keeping up with a regular posting schedule). Also it looks like a yogurt in my fridge has gone missing.
So there will be future posts about Milan, but for now I have links crowding my bookshelf section, and it is my plan to dump those on you, as is my weekend ritual.
No preamble. Down and dirty style.
Two weeks from today my flight will land in France, where I will be spending the next three years studying the art of scent design and creation as part of a joint master’s program engineered by IFF and ISIPCA.
Well shit. Continue reading “France: Sitting Uncomfortably with my Privilege”
I guess I didn’t need to stress so hard yesterday about paying my dues with a ‘book-related’ post. But I did enjoy revisiting all of the historical fiction I used to read.
Today’s post is kind of random, very vaguely book-adjacent (or more specifically, book-inspired). There was a line in Balzac’s Cousin Bette that really made me think and reflect on some of my friendships. I’m not going to bother to find it because I know Iw on’t be able to unless I reread the 300-something pages I’ve gotten through so far.
In the novel, there is a friendship between two women, the titular Cousin Bette and a courtesan named Valerie. The line I was struck by described Cousin Bette as attending an intimate dinner being given by Valerie so as to say all the kind and admiring things about Valerie that Valerie couldn’t say about herself. So it’s the 19th century and Cousin Bette is essentially acting as a wingman. The situation echoed so many in my own experience, when I’ve done similar things for my own friends (without really consciously deciding to) and when I’ve noticed them doing the same for (often in spite of not approving of the guy I’ve been interested in). Some things never change. Continue reading “Some Thoughts About Female Friendship, Courtesy of Balzac”