hero

After the calamity that was last week, I’m treating myself to a morning of coffee and open windows and reading— Housekeeping, by Marilynne Robinson.

Oh my heart. Y’all, she is my hero. Really. You know that feeling when you find a book that you feel was written just for you, written with only you in mind? It’s the loveliest of deceptions. Every one of her novels feels that way to me. If I could write one thing so pure, so mysterious, so assured, so quiet and beautiful, I think I’d be perfectly happy. 

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