Reading brings me a lot of pleasure, and while I was very loyal to non-fiction genre, I’m slowly learning the pleasure of reading fiction, with two caveats.
1. The writing has to be natural, subtle, and witty. And I can’t stand loud novels.Read More »
Another month, another long list of books that are on my mind. Glad to report that I finished two books this month! Sequential reading, at least with fictions, is proving to be a solid method.
Deleting Instagram and Facebook on my phone freed up a lot of time, allowing me to read at least twenty to thirty minutes before going to bed every night. I can’t get myself to delete Youtube yet due to my irrational obsession with the tiny house movement. Happy with my progress so far!
Orlando: A Biography by Virginia Woolf
The People We Hate at the Wedding
Matchmaking for Beginners
Who Is Rich?
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Reading a book without a pen in hand feels naked, wrong, and unbearable. To feel whole, I have pens lying around all over my apartment so that I can underline sentences that grab my attention.
These underlines are the reason why I cannot part with my books. They are too precious. They are artifacts of my thoughts and feelings.
However, one needs to be rational and calculate the tradeoff between book occupying space in my apartment vs. its value after read. While I thoroughly enjoyed the novel, it’s time for me to part with it.
To preserve the underlines, I’ve copied them below. The list is short but I can now donate this book without feeling compromised. Read More »