Secrets Of The Stars Inez N. McFee New York: The Thomas Y. Crowell Co., 1922.

Sitting in the cafe where I spent my young adult life. Over there is the spot where I would sit for hours. The leather-padded, wooden chairs, always. The least wobbly ones. That's the couch where I sat with friends - so close that I thought I'd have them forever - that I haven't seen in years. That's the spot on the couch where I last saw one of my closest friends that died that night in a car accident. I don't know the people that work behind the counter anymore - but they recognize me as an older regular and acknowledge my  presence accordingly. The music is  foreign to me - unless they are playing the punk and new wave “oldies.” The new, young regulars laugh in spots that I once laughed in. I wore-in that chair long before they enjoyed its ragged comfort. I sit here now alone. Reading a book. Drinking the same coffee drink I always have. Typing into an electronic log. Hoping my ex never walks in the door. Hiding in the corner so my "friends'' have a hard time spotting me as they pass through to grab their coffees. 

Looks fun. 

First read of 2016!

When you show your significant other (of not that longish) your likes on Tumblr - and that set of wedding dress photos that you liked and forgot about (most likely when you were inebriated) is in the feed - so you quickly scroll past although you just spent a minute describing why you liked each and every one of the other posts....

Dinner and book number 8 for the year.

When I picked this up at the library, I had no idea how much Macdonald talks about T.H. White - the last book I read was The Once and Future King! Synchronicity to the max. In the week that I spent with it, H is For Hawk taught me about falconry, T.H. White, bearing grief, and the importance of having mercy on yourself. 

The dilemma - my goal is to read all the books on my bookshelf that I haven’t read - approximately 27 and I'm 6 books in. I've been really good about not adding to that but couldn't help myself and adopted these two today at work. Approx 29 for the year...

The life of a bookworm.