Some books that stayed with me
The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath)
I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance,
but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.
The Forty Rules of Love (Elif Shafak)
… all I can give you is the present moment. That is all I have.
But the truth is, no one has more than that.
It is just that we like to pretend we do.
Freedom (Jonathan Franzen)
She didn’t look at all like the independent older woman
he’d been imagining, and a flutter in his stomach warned him
to slow down and be sure he really wanted her back.
Warned him not to mistake the pain of losing her
for an active desire to have her.
One Day (D. Nicholls)
You’re gorgeous, you old hag, and if I could give you
just one gift ever for the rest of your life
it would be this. Confidence. It would be
the gift of Confidence.
Either that or a scented candle.
The Snows of Kilimanjaro (Ernest Hemmingway)
How when he thought he saw her outside the Regence
one time it made him go all faint and sick inside,
and that he would follow a woman who looked like her in some way,
along the Boulevard, afraid to see it was not she,
afraid to lose that feeling it gave him.
How everyone he had slept with had only made him miss her more.
The Baron in the Trees (Italo Calvino)
He knew her and so himself, for in truth he had never known himself.
And she knew him and so herself, for although she had always known herself
she had never been able to recognize it until now.
The Book of Strange, New Things (David Michell)
The eggs aren’t stamped or dated or anything,
they’re different sizes with
feathers and chicken crap stuck to them.
They’re fresh and delicious and I
doubt very much if these farmers are legally
allowed to sell them direct to the public.
And the bacon was just wrapped in paper and
sliced quite crudely - sliced by the
farmer’s very own hand, with a knife!
Again, probably against regulations.
The market was doing brisk business
even though it wasn’t advertised.
The farmers were restocking their trestle tables
from out of the backs of
their vans, and there wasn’t much left in there.
Good luck to them, I say.
Maybe the collapse of big corporations won’t be
as disastrous as everybody’s
been saying. Maybe ordinary people will just trade and sell things
locally - the way we SHOULD have been doing all along.
I always thought that buying bacon that’s
been transported all the way from Denmark
was crazy anyway.