Weekend Reads v. 8.11.2024
I hit my peak at age 5.
Honestly, I wonder at times if my best days were lived before the age of 6. I kid! But sometimes I do sincerely wish I had not rushed through those early years, longing for days to pass so that birthdays and weekends and Christmas would hurry up and arrive. One day I will look back on today and wish I had not rushed through it in a mad race to the next day.
I’m headed to Baltimore this weekend to see a favorite band, and I am determined to move slowly through the hours. My goal is to keep the schedule light and to count up all the magic and goodness I see in the world around me. There’s hope to be found if you go looking for it.
Some reads for your weekend:
No clue how the Zoomers will weigh in on these leggings with major sweat pant vibes, but here they are.
“The time to start aging your eggnog is now.” Hey, I don’t write these things, I merely send them to you for amusement or bewilderment.
Why it’s so flippin’ hard for Americans to get bank accounts when they live overseas.
25 places I’d like to read a book.
The minute Pellegrino opens an equivalent to this incredible resort bearing the name of another famous bottled water, I’m on a plane.
I came across an essay written in 1939 by acclaimed children’s author Margaret Wise Brown via this Substack post. The first page is so full of wisdom and hope, I think it’s worth sharing here via a very long excerpt:
“When a child reaches the age of five, he is the sum total of all his younger experiences and discoveries in a brand new world. He carries with him the two-year-old's delight in sheer sound and pounding rhythms and the glamor of the two-year-old's own small self; the three-year-old's humor and love of pattern, and his pleasure in the familiar sights of his own world; the four-year-old's further joining of sound and pattern with rhythm and content, and four-year-old's first playful flights into the humor of the incongruous things that he just knows enough to know are not true; and finally the five-year-old's own keen humor and penetrating observation of the world around him, the careful watching of his own eyes and ears, the keenness of his nose and the sensitiveness of his touch, and the fine and vivid imagery of his own language. Here, perhaps, is the stage of rhyme and reason. It is certainly true that a five-year-old has a keenness and awareness that will probably be displaced or blunted later. For the first time, he has the power of words, to use them and to hear them, to describe the things that his five-year-old senses perceive. He has his feet firmly enough on the ground now to go bouncing off on the most hilarious flights of imagination and to sympathize with and be curious about situations not his own.
Here then is a challenging age to write for.” Source
Two novels that look interesting: The Rachel Incident and Very Cold People. Currently reading All the Broken Places.
And with that, I wish you a quiet and peaceful weekend surrounded by love and comfort.
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