I wrote a while ago that I’m trying to not over-plan this time spent at home to make isolation, including not telling myself I need to read all my unread books. Now, my usual choice of exercise is to go for walks, but because everyone else is out there walking and because it’s still February in Calgary I’ve been exercising at home, which involves a lot of staring at my bookshelf as that’s the room I exercise in. I’m still not going to attempt to read them all because we’re not going to be inside long enough I don’t think (I’m a sloooow reader when reading for pleasure) but I find myself thinking a lot about books as objects and the memories attached to them. I find spending time with the bookcase nice—reflecting on the people, time, places, and events that the books remind me of. So, I’m going to start sharing the books on here—not reviewing them but talking about why they’re part of my library after multiple moves and weedings, and what they mean to me, as well as discussing their content when it feels right to do so. I think this will be a nice way both to appreciate what I have—this collection I’m fortunate to have—as well as a nice way to connect with others and memories of before our isolation began. I’m not good at following rules so I don’t know how frequently I’ll post, but probably fairly frequently. I’m excited to spend time with my books and share them with you.
