I have also decided to add the physical books I own to this challenge and at least attempt to read them I'm not hung up on completion; if a book doesn't grab me in 50 pages I will let it go. As long as I feel like I've given it a good try.
B Sides and Broken Hearts
Hyperbole and a Half
The Long and Faraway Gone
The Cuckoo's Calling
Lake Wobegon Summer, 1956
A Damn Ant
Friday, January 1, 2016
Saturday, December 19, 2015
I've thought about reading the books I've collected on my Kindle, but I have a pretty serious library problem and my holds have held me back from reading books I own. But I have cut way back and I put all of my owned books on my to-read list and I look forward to at least trying some of the following:
The Royal We
The Husband's Secret
Digital Disruption: Unleashing the Next Wave of Innovation
We Are Water
Bringing Adam Home: The Abduction That Changed America
Freshwater Road
Kumquat
We Are Not Ourselves
Open Mind, Faithful Heart: Reflections on Following Jesus
We Are Called to Rise: A Novel
I Wear the Black Hat: Grappling With Villains
The Book Thief
Home Cooking: A Writer in the Kitchen
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
The Banks of Certain Rivers
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead: The Dirty Life and Times of Warren Zevon
Salvage the Bones
America's Women: 400 Years of Dolls, Drudges, Helpmates, and Heroines
Les Misérables
The Royal We
The Husband's Secret
Digital Disruption: Unleashing the Next Wave of Innovation
We Are Water
Bringing Adam Home: The Abduction That Changed America
Freshwater Road
Kumquat
We Are Not Ourselves
Open Mind, Faithful Heart: Reflections on Following Jesus
We Are Called to Rise: A Novel
I Wear the Black Hat: Grappling With Villains
The Book Thief
Home Cooking: A Writer in the Kitchen
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
The Banks of Certain Rivers
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead: The Dirty Life and Times of Warren Zevon
Salvage the Bones
America's Women: 400 Years of Dolls, Drudges, Helpmates, and Heroines
Les Misérables
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Song After Sadness
Despair is still servant
to the violet and wild ongoings
of bone. You, remember, are
that which must be made
servant only to salt, only
to the watery acre that is the body
of the beloved, only to the child
leaning forward into
the exhibit of birches
the forest has made of bronze light
and snow. Even as the day kneels
forward, the oceans and strung garnets, too,
kneel, they are all kneeling,
the city, the goat, the lime tree
and mother, the fearful doctor,
kneeling. Don't say it's the beautiful
I praise. I praise the human,
gutted and rising.
by Katie Ford
Sunday, September 9, 2012
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