
#12Booksof2026
#day4 April : Memorial Days #memoir
#day5 May: The Three Escapes of Hannah Arendt #graphicnovel #biography

#12Booksof2026
#day4 April : Memorial Days #memoir
#day5 May: The Three Escapes of Hannah Arendt #graphicnovel #biography

An exciting adventure story shot through with storylines on living with anxiety, living with a parent with depression & anxiety, and overcoming isolation in your community. I LOVED Addy's friendship with Caleb and how it grew over a short period of time. Addy's growing belief in herself to do things that frighten her was such a joy to see.

An incredibly sweet and a little sad contemporary romance about grief and friendship and love. This is quite lovely, if occasionally twee. It definitely is a cosy read, but careful if you are dealing with the loss of a loved one. 4⭐️

A moving book about grief and love, perhaps my favorite of the year. I couldn‘t put this book down. Andie was infuriating at times, but her self doubt was real and easy to relate to. Book #98 in 2025 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I just loved this.
I picked it up from Book Outlet a while ago on impulse, somehow it had passed my notice when it came out in 2022, and then pulled it off my shelf the other day on a whim. Very much the right book at the right time. McCracken's writing is beautiful, thoughtful, and full of love.
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“We are not idealized wild things.
We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.”

“We imagined we knew everything the other thought, even when we did not necessarily want to know it, but in fact, I have come to see, we knew not the smallest fraction of what there was to know.”

#poetry #MaryOliver #joy #grief 💜💜💜

I am still working on the Booker longlist and was excited that this one was a shorter read. Little did I know it would take me the longest amount of time to read and honestly in the end the effort didn‘t seem worth it to me. It is not a bad book, it just didn‘t click with me.

My husband of 33 years passed away from a brave battle with ALS at the age of 63 a few weeks ago. This season of Joy looks a little different for me this year. I‘m hoping to find happiness this season in the faces of my children and grandchildren as we grieve his loss together.