The loving arms of literature has been comforting to me in the past few weeks. Ive bought about 5 books, but I find myself picking up books that I’ve already read.
I did dig into Shrill by Lindy West. It was heavy no pun intended. I feel like there will people who identify and people who do not. She put words to so much of what I have lived. It was strange that someone else was relating some of my experiences growing up. I so often felt alone. Hmm, Perhaps these days people might understand a little more the words just because you haven’t experienced it does not mean it does not exist or is not true..but maybe not. Either way, you should not be a jerk to people and deny someone’s experience.
Ive also been able to get my hands on th
e latest Royal Spyness Mystery – which almost always comes out around my birthday. Visiting with Georgie is usually fun, but it’s a bit tedious right now.
And of course in honor of the Netflix release The Little Prince, One of my favorites. Another which can be finished within a day.
Days of MEaning 