2021 reading started off with:
Black Klansman by Ron Stallworth
Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens
Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman
and I'm not sure where I'm headed next. (I think that applies to more than just books in 2021.)
Stallworth's memoir was incredible, Owens' book gave me a little surprise at the end, and Honeyman's book was a hard start but I couldn't resist the friendship between Eleanor and Raymond so I finished it off in two days.
For a while longer, I need to be content traveling through books instead of airports and to be inspired through written or spoken words rather than through experiences.
Caminos take many forms and mine has meant sleeping in my bed every night for a year. During last night's run (fending off the mosquitos after the rain), it occurred to me that I haven't done this since leaving for college.
How fortuitous the new bed arrived before the first quarantine! (Definitely one for the gratitude list.)
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