By Maria Popova
Because I read for the same reason I write — to fathom my life and deepen my living — looking back on a year of life has always been looking back on a year of reading. This year was different — a time of such profound pain and profound transformation that it fused reading and writing into a single, surprising act of the unconscious: I began making bird divinations to clarify the confusion of living and refill my reservoir of trust in the cohesion of the world. This daily practice left a great deal less time for other reading, especially anything new: The written word today seems more and more resigned to commodified virtue signaling and hollow self-help, so I found myself returning more and more to trusted treasures that have stood the test of time and changing moral fashions. Of the few new books I did read, these are the ones I will keep returning to for substance and succor in the years ahead.
MARIE HOWE: NEW AND SELECTED POEMS
Here is my favorite poem from it (which is also one of my favorite poems of all time), and here is another.
SOMETHING IN THE WOODS LOVES YOU
Here is a taste.
THANK YOU, EVERYTHING
Here is a taste.
OLIVER SACKS: LETTERS
Here is a taste.
WEATHERING
Here is a taste.
JUNG VS. BORG
Here is a taste.
THE OTHER SIGNIFICANT OTHERS
Here is a taste.
CONSOLATIONS II
Here is a taste.
THE WORK OF ART
Here is a taste.
WE ARE FREE TO CHANGE THE WORLD
Here is a taste.
SOMETHING ABOUT THE SKY
Here is a taste.
FLOWERS FOR THINGS I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SAY
Here is a taste.
ON GIVING UP
Here is a taste.
THE LIGHT EATERS
Here is a taste.
KAMAU & ZUZU FIND A WAY
Here is a taste.
LIFE AS NO ONE KNOWS IT
Here is a taste.
THERE’S A GHOST IN THE GARDEN
Here is a taste.
CLOUDSPOTTING FOR BEGINNERS
Here is a taste.
WE GO TO THE PARK
Here is a taste.
THE MIRACULOUS FROM THE MATERIAL
Here is a taste.
THE MESSAGE
THE ART OF CRYING
Here is a taste.
THE DICTIONARY STORY
Here is a taste.
(AND ONE I MADE)
Peek inside here.
(AND ONE COMING NEXT YEAR)
Peek inside here.