#ARichLife #Saint St. Francis was my mom‘s favorite, she loved animals, he loved animals, it just makes sense! The other thing that crossed my mind was Bruce Springsteens song “ It‘s Hard To Be A Saint In The City “
“Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.”
#Saints
#ARichLife
@Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks
pickIs it still Monday?
I lose track of days since they mostly mean little to me. I get up. I try to finish ARCs. I try not to eat. I try to drink Pedialyte & eat disgusting green/sweet baby food pouches to eat more greens. Take numerous medications on schedule. That‘s my life.
I use to hoard rosaries. Or *collect* rosaries. I‘ve no idea where they‘ve gone. I would assume I brought them from Iowa, somewhere. Once you stop praying with them, ? ⏬
so-soUm, I‘m not really sure about this one. Just when I would think “I expected more funny(based on the synopsis)” it would then be a bit more comical. When I thought “I thought this was a queer story too” it would add a slight bit of queerness…. And then the ending solidified that this is really based on a true story, with liberties, but I still felt fairly detached. Fully admit that could be me right now though.
Books were their drugs, the magic carpets onto which they flung themselves in order to be borne away somewhere else, books lifted them up like powerful caressing hands and cradled them like mothers do, as though they were babies to be held and fed, they fell asleep, sated with reading, then woke again, into pages of words, unknown, beckoning, a new world, and started another book.
Pic from the Hardmans' House, Liverpool.
Back during Covid, my son colour blocked all my tbr books (that would fit on the one set of shelves I had for them). This morning, I thought I would reorganize them alphabetically and integrate the books in my bedroom because, frankly, it‘s impossible to find anything. In doing so, I discovered….I need more shelves. 😂🤣🤪
