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Month: February 2024

How I Read Books

By Julie Wallace on February 19, 2024August 5, 2026

A friend asked for book recommendations recently, which got me thinking about how I read. I read fast, skip stuff, escape, and let my imagination soar. I Read Fast I read fast. I can finish a short book under 300 pages in twenty-four hours or less. I gobble books. I inhale books. I run through…

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Mission 2024 February

By Julie Wallace on February 5, 2024August 5, 2026

Every year I set forth on a quest, a journey, a mission: that for which I am destined. My life moves in currents and tides, not direct pathways. I don’t know about you, but I usually only see the ‘direct’ path after the walking’s done and I’m curled up with a book and a mug…

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I suppose the trouble is that one thinks one’s life instead of living it. Occasionally on enters into contact for a split second, when the wind blows across one’s face, or when the moon comes out from behind a cloud, or a wave breaks against the rocks in some particular way which it would be impossible to recognize or define. Then one catches oneself being conscious of the contact and it is lost.

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