We have books everywhere in our house and we love it that way, even if we know we won’t be able to read them all. The Japanese language has the word tsundoku, which literally means “reading pile”.
Tsundoku (n.) buying books and not reading them;
letting books pile up on shelves or floors or nightstands.
But more than being surrounded by books I love reading them. Most of the time I enjoy reading several at a time and switching from one to the other. More often than not, new connections are made and fresh ideas come together. At the moment I’m keeping myself busy with:
The meaning of birds by Simon Barnes
Seeing voices by Oliver Sacks
The left hand of darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin
A thousand mornings by Mary Oliver
A history of women photographers by Naomi Rosenblum
Almost all of them, in their own way, talk about the idea of the other and of different ways of experiencing reality and life. I find it profoundly fascinating.
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