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end of 2021 book tag

hello all :) thought it might be fun to do this in a graphic form too, so here’s my MS paint book wrapped for 2021 haha

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did you reach your reading goal for the year (if you had one)?

i did have a goal (100 books), and i read 109 this year! (but only 45 novels)

what are your top 3 books you read this year?

  • my year abroad by chang rae lee
  • writers & lovers by lily king
  • deaf republic by ilya kaminsky

i’ll hide the rest under a readmore :)

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because, now, I’m thinking about recovery. I’m thinking about how pain and sorrow can connect us, sometimes more than joy can. ross gay calls it a kind of annihilation. how my friend, crying, said, I’d never wish this on anyone but I’m so relieved you understand. because her healing feels like my healing. like watching a leaf unfurl shyly in the right slant of light. there are no words but there is still meaning. like laughter. because the friend who told me, “what happened to you was scary but you’re here now and you’re safe and that’s all that matters,” laid in a hospital bed and thought about taking up photography. three years later I still remember what he said. we got some good photos. I’m in tears. I’m relieved. I made it, I made it, I made it.

the active choice to create is love itself: a reason life is beautiful



because the tips of my fingers on my left have started to firm up, as proof of my labour. of practice. of trying to coax a song with my crappy guitar skills for my mom. because my co-worker bought me a copy of the book she was really enjoying and mailed it to my house. because the book itself is very beautiful and in opening it to smell the pages I fit my hand to them like they were a particularly warm rock, like I was a cat sunning myself on the words, or something. because writing with a nice pen in a nice journal feels like I am making myself exist ten times over. because peaches have always and will always be delicious. because I still think of my friend telling me about her father’s kale harvest. because some beetles can swim. because despite thinking multiple times that there is so much to be afraid of and to dread life continues to prove me wrong by showing me it is beautiful.

a reason why life is beautiful