On this 23rd last day of 2020 I have to give thanks to the specific thinkers and writers of the great books I “read” this year. They were my therapy and c/o the TPL (Toronto Public Library) it was free. They gave me clarity when there was none. They reminded me of the ‘stuff’ I already knew but had either forgotten or been silenced amongst the nonsense that is our world. They opened me up and blew my mind, heart and soul “page by page”, over and over again.
I used to read A LOT...but somewhere along the way I lost my way. I stopped reading. During my maternity leave, around when my baby boy was about six months I picked up a book and started reading again. Once I got going, I couldn't stop.