library

I had a minor crisis earlier this month. I read all the books on my Kindle.

I had no more new books to read.

It was terrible.

Thankfully after a few days, my library queue caught up with me and I now have way too many books to read again. Here’s a few.

What I’m Reading

Barking to the Choir, by Gregory Doyle. Do I laugh? Do I cry? I do both. A Jesuit priest working with gang members in LA. “We find ourselves on the lookout for moments of spaciousness and calm, when our hearts can be restored again to a place of beauty, innocence, and wholeness. Then we can hear what the Sufis call, “the voice of the Beloved.”

The Art of Work by Jeff Goins, about valuing our creative work as writers

Moonlight Sonata at the Mayo Clinic by Nora Gallagher

Riverine by Angela Palm

Home, James, by Emily Steele Jackson, a novel about a young Third Culture Kid

The Monk of Mokha by Dave Eggers (mentions Djibouti!). I loved this book, a fun, informative read on coffee and a riveting ride through Yemen just as the war broke out.

No Man’s Land by Eula Biss (finally, this showed up in my library but I highlighted so much I should probably just buy it)

A Writer’s Diary by Virginia Woolf. I get bored sometimes, reading other people’s diaries, but I really appreciate how honest she is about the issues of pride and of receiving criticism well, or not.

Voices in the Air, poems by Naomi Shihab Nye. “Reading and writing poetry gives us more yutori – a place to stand back and contemplate what we are living and experiencing. More spaciousness in being, more room in which to listen.” (Yutori is a Japanese word meaning essentially, life-space)

Original Blessing, by Danielle Shoyer. Another book in which I highlighted something on nearly every page. “Original blessing is the stubborn assertion not that we are perfect, but that we are loved. And this love has the power to transform even our shadows into light.”

What are you reading?