Iβve read a few books by Banana Yoshimoto, and this one I enjoyed the most. The others, The Kitchen was one, maybe Goodbye Tsugumi, I found more difficult. Perhaps I should return to them sometime and give them another go?
Browsing a thread on Mastodon this morning I learnt that it is not possible to remotely deauthorize a Kobo eReader. That came as a shock to me. This is not a good situation if you have had your Kobo eReader stolen, as was the case with the original poster of the thread that I was reading, or you loose it.
A wonderful book. If I had to put it down I was always thinking of when I would return to it, wanting to be transported back to the remote islands off the north west coast of Norway, where an old woman cared for Eider ducks and collected their down. Here is a short passage put to animated video (source unknown). π
Finished reading: Spring by Michael Morpurgo. π
I finished reading this while listening to Ralph Vaughn Williamsβs Lark Ascending, which felt wholly appropriate for a book describing a British Spring.
Finished reading: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis. I haven’t read it since I was a kid, and just felt like giving it another go. I was little surprised at the violence depicted in it, but enjoyed the story. I can see me slowly working my way through the whole series. π
Finished reading: Being Peace by Thich Nhat Hanh. I read this book many years ago, and Thayβs teachings have been in my orbit for as long. With the current world climate, I felt that I needed a reminder, a good reminder of holding onto peace of mind when adverse conditions arise.π
I have just finished reading Colin Walker’s (@colinwalker) ebook It’s Only Words, based on his love of writing and his learnt experience of the challenge that he set himself, to post to his blog every day for a year. While not having undertaken such a challenge, I could hear within the struggles that Colin speaks about during that year of writing, similar trials that writing can unexpectedly bring up for me. A good read, download it from the link above, and an inspiration to write. π
I finished reading: In Love with the World by Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche. This book felt like a gift that I am very grateful for. I took my time with it. An account of a young Buddhist monk setting off on a wandering retreat who then becomes severely ill and almost dies. What made this book special for me was the intimacy of his story. Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche, a Tibetan Master, shares his Buddhist approach to the struggles that setting off on the retreat brings to him. Then as illness strikes he offers rare insight, from my perspective, into the Tibetan view on mind, consciousness and dying. π
This is the third book that I have read by Claire Keegan, an author who I had not heard of a few months ago. Each time brought into a story, taken through a snap shot, and then we leave the characters to the larger story. But that snap shot contains so much.
I read this each year. My fatherβs side of the family is from Wales and I lived there for almost 20 years. This year I read it while rain fell outside, the Christmas tree lit up and carols played. I was transported back to Christmasβ of my youth. π