Rereading Crystal Phillips on Grief, Honesty, and the Page
Sometimes the first kindness we can offer ourselves is to stop asking our pain to disappear, and to tell the truth about it instead.
Sometimes the first kindness we can offer ourselves is to stop asking our pain to disappear, and to tell the truth about it instead.
Treated myself to an artist date to Lautoka and bought more books on my birthday.
I’m reading ‘The Good People‘, the second novel by Hannah Kent, and already liking Nance Roche. Nance reminds me of my late great-grandmother, Tai Bou, who like Nance had ‘the gift’. Like Nance, Tai Bou was also a dispenser of herbs and tonics gathered, grounded, or steeped from her garden or from the wild places
How hidden the heart,… How frightened we are of being known, and yet how desperately we long for it. – Hannah Kent, The Good People (page 100)
Crystal Phillips on writing, from her memoir, The Me I Knew I Could Be.
Is Elizabeth George really the next Agatha Christie? My review of ‘Payment in Blood’ dives into the mystery soup of DI Lynley, DS Havers, and unnecessary clutter.