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what stayed with me most in braiding sweetgrass is how robin wall kimmerer speaks about the relationship between people and the natural world not as one-sided use but as a mutual exchange. she writes about what we can learn from trees, moss, strawberries it made me feel like i belong to a larger whole, and somehow, a little less alone..

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this book doesn’t teach you how to write — it teaches you how to live like a writer. it feels more like a gentle companion than a guide. no pressure, just quiet encouragement. since reading it, i’ve written more — not because i have something important to say but because i realized my writing doesn’t need to be for anyone else. writing became a way to return to myself, like sitting still after a long day.

reading Carl Rogers' reflections on the power of being listened to (truly listened to, without judgment) stirred something deep in me. i grew up in a strict patriarchal household where speaking freely wasn’t really an option, so i learned early on to stay quiet and stay small. Rogers’ gentle and accepting voice felt like something i’d never had but had always longed for. the way he welcomes people as they are gave me a sense of relief i didn’t expect. it gave me hope that there are other ways to be, and that maybe i’m not too late to find them.

i feel incredibly lucky to have read this book at this particular stage of my life. Honestly i’d thought #2 was the peak of the series — it resonated with me the most — and The Farthest Shore began in a way that left me a little adrift, even though it was comforting to see Ged again. But this book found me during one of the most uncertain periods of my life when doubt felt overwhelming and i’ll never forget how it held me i’ll carry this reading with me for a long long time.

this book was a gift from my sister. it’s a gentle little soft introduction to the idea of wabi sabi and japanese aesthetics. it’s not dense or philosophical; more like a warm conversation that stays with you. because it’s so light and easy to read, i ended up buying copies for four of my friends. it felt like something nice to pass along. and i guess only one of the four will actually read it, while the others just take pictures with it.

a little book full of big joys.

i was really excited to read this one but unfortunately, it wasn’t the right fit. Maybe i’m just too tired lately, or maybe it’s because mom keeps interrupting every five minutes, making it hard to remember anything i just read.

a brief and hopeful read, filled with wisdom—so much so that i caught myself slipping into a bit of self-congratulation.

this is already shaping up to be one of my favorite series! i feel such a strong connection to everything in this book.

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um i think i picked this up at the wrong moment, just couldn’t relate to the character’s thoughts the way i hoped to.

this book feels like home i'm currently re-reading it.

i’ve once again made the mistake of reading Han Kang before going to sleep.

this book made me despise myself for three nights straight it's not that i’ve stopped hating myself, just that now there are other things fueling it.

reading this book made me realize that if i don’t stop relying on my mom, i’ll never truly grow up. that i have so many issues and i carry them all with me into every relationship.

this book reminded me of the importance of the small, mundane details in life.

if only someone like Ogion were here to lead me and help me find my path.

this book tells the story of my grandmother and me, with me as the grandmother and her as the grandkid.

the first indication that reading Han Kang before bed was a bad idea.

the book filled me with so much hope that now i feel invincible..

i want to prepare these dishes for Macabéa, the main character from this book: creamy tomato basil soup, grilled cheese with avocado, falafel with hummus, wild rice and vegetable stew, and apple cinnamon oatmeal.

of all Han Kang’s books, this one is the most soothing.

Rebecca Solnit knows a great deal about the color blue!

if only i had read this book when my grandparents were still here.