Painful, remarkable, redemptive, this book hovers over my heart and suddenly drops on it. And there’s more: our relationship with creatures not us how we read the past without rewriting it how we learn to love - and why we might not want to do that. The wild un-language of grief finds expression here. It’s one of many walks I could take you on, when we meet.Īfter the sudden death of her father, Helen Macdonald managed her grief by taming a goshawk. This tiny shelf of mine isn’t in order, isn’t orderly, and definitely isn’t definitive. Our own minds colliding with the minds of others is more exciting. No one ever said, “Come up and see my Kindle Index.” Bookshelves aren’t put together by algorithms either.
Our eyes run over bookshelves, not alphabetically or sequentially, because we’re looking to find old friends, memories from the past, and new pleasures. Imagine a seduction your bookshelves or their bookshelves are part of the foreplay, like music, food, talk. The paperback of her short-story collection Christmas Days will be available in November.Ī bookshelf isn’t an index - one of the many reasons why e-reading is so unsexy. Below is writer Jeanette Winterson’s list. Bookseller One Grand Books has asked literary celebrities to name the ten titles they’d take to a desert island, and they’ve shared the results with Vulture.
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