I don’t understand about
The weather outside
Or the harmony in a tune
Or why somebody lied
But there’s solace a bit in submitting
To the fitfully, cryptically true
What’s happened, has happened
What’s coming is already on its way
With a role for me to play
And I don’t understand
I never understand
But I’m trying to understand
There’s nothing else I can do
Aka my top three favorite Black Crowes songs.
I’m crying as I write this review. This book touched my heart in a way that hasn’t happened in some time.
This historical fiction is about packhorse librarians in the Appalachian Mountains around 1935. But more than that, it is a celebration of love, reading, and female friendship. I absolutely adored it. I have all the feels right now. I’m so sad that the story is over.
I have two subscriptions I can’t break up with no matter what: book of the month club and Red Bird vintage box.
I received my latest vintage box just yesterday.
It was filled with several lovely things, including a brooch I adore, but my favorite thing this month (and maybe from any month so far) is this vintage locket:
And when I opened it…
I actually squealed! How cool is this??
I’ll obviously replace it with my own pics at some point, or…maybe I won’t, but wow I love this. I wish I knew the story behind how it ended up here with me.
A friend posted this over on Tumblr and I love it.
I’ve been listening to oldie (but goodie) music this last week. It started with revisiting my Tori Amos playlist, and then I moved onto Metric, and The Rolling Stones (weird combo, I know), and this morning is all about Neil Finn. I love me some Neil Finn.
I saw Neil once back in like 2001-ish somewhere down in Orange County, when I lived in Cali. It was one of the beaches…Huntington Beach maybe. He put on an amazing show, and we were super close, like at a table right in front of the stage. (We waited hours in line to get such amazing seats, which is a thing my ex and I used to do). About half-way through the show, Eddie Veder showed up, and joined Neil on the stage, where they performed Stuff and Nonsense (and a couple of other songs). Ahhhh so fucking good.
Seeing Angels & Airwaves last weekend brought back a lot of live music memories for me. I used to see shows all the time – like several times per month. I’m not going to be able to get back to that given all my responsibilities, but I do want to make more of an effort to see live music (that isn’t DMB…lol). I saw that Grace Potter is coming to STL sometime next month, and I’m thinking I need to make that happen. I heart Grace Potter.