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Rebecca meets Salem

We first meet 18-year-old narrator Mary Katherine Blackwood during one of her biweekly walks through the local town that sits under the shadow of her family’s Manderley-esque estate where she, her older sister Constance, and frail Uncle Julian live. They are the only three living in the “castle.” Once members of a large family, they’re all that’s left after the others were murdered with arsenic during dinner. The sugar on the blackberries wasn’t sugar. Luckily Constance never takes sugar, and Mary Katherine (aka Merricat) was sent to her room without dinner. Uncle Julian only took a bit.

The sisters are odd to say the least. Sure, Constance was the lead suspect for having poisoned the family, but their dynamics are also quite unusual; and a little bit haunting. They live a life of routine and simplicity. Gardening, taking delicious meals together (always crafted by suspected murderess Constance), sending Merricat into town for food and library books, and taking diligent care of poor Uncle Julian. Uncle Julian is weak and without much memory. Although he spends most days recalling the event and working on his book of its chronicling. He acts as a constant reminder of what happened to the Blackwoods.

Constance is an agoraphobe, or so Merricat says. She never wanders further than her garden. And Uncle Julian can barely move from his room to the table. This leaves Merricat as the only connection to the outside world. She ventures into town on Tuesdays and Fridays for supplies. With every step she narrates her hatred for the residents and their hatred for her and her family. This mutual disgust is never quite explained. It seems a product of otherness, fear of the unknown, and the tension between the haves and the have nots. Although I couldn’t help but distrust Merricat from the very beginning. She was so angry. She spends much of her day checking the various trinkets she had buried around the property to keep out the unwanted out. Merricat, her trusty black cat Jonas, and the hatred of the New England townspeople definitely felt like a Salem witchcraft analogy.


“Merricat, said Constance, would you like a cup of tea?”
“Merricat, said Constance, would you like to go to sleep?”
“Oh, no, said Merricat, you’ll poison me.”


The charming existence the sisters and their uncle play at is disrupted when Cousin Charles arrives. A money-hungry “bastard.” He peruses Constance’s alliance but is cruel and disparaging toward Merricat and Uncle Julian. The orderly isolation of the Blackwood estate soon comes crashing down. In an epic way. I won’t give too much away, but after the climactic chaos Merricat finds a way to revert back to an altered state of their simple routines.

I didn’t find the Blackwood’s story scary necessarily. But it was disturbing. Merricat’s narration was suspicious. Constance and Uncle Julian seemed victims of Merricat’s manipulation. She kept them fearful and reveled in the oddities that kept them at a distance from everyone else. I read the events through a lens of an unreliable narrator and it made me question everything. Although Merricat describes their sisterly relationship as one of mutual love and understanding, it also felt like Merricat kept Constance trapped, afraid, and ultimately hidden away in the dark. The whole atmosphere felt claustrophobic and tense. But in a thrilling, well-written, atmospheric, page-turning way.

This was the first of Shirley Jackson’s books I’ve read, and I loved her writing! I’ll definitely be reading more of her work. There was so much to unpack. Themes of otherness, persecution, trust and fear, and the odd little characters like Jonas and the House cleverly weave in many layers of meaning. Although readable and quick, I still felt like there was so much to read into Jackson’s writing. It’s only 146 pages long, but full of metaphor, deeper themes, mystery, and complex characters. In a lot of ways I felt like We Have Always Lived in the Castle was reminiscent of Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca, although shorter and set in a Salem-like town with Salem-like townspeople. I’d definitely recommend this one for fans of books like Rebecca, Flowers in the Attic, the Flavia de Luce series, or anything eerie set in New England. But I’d also just recommend this as a great fall read!

November Book

This November we’ve picked a family saga that’s been on our #tbr (to-be-read list) for quite awhile. Well, for about three years which is like a decade in book nerd years. Cameroon native Imbolo Mbue’s best-selling debut novel Behold the Dreamers was released in 2016. It won the coveted spot as Oprah’s Book Club selection for 2017. It won the 2017 Pen/Faulkner Award for Fiction, was named a New York Times Book Review notable book of the year, and was on numerous lists as one of the best books of 2017.

The high praise seems endless. And the story is still just as relevant and topical as it was three years ago. Set during the 2008 financial crisis, Mbue’s novel follows two disparate families; the Edwards family and the Jonga family. Clark Edwards is a senior executive at Lehman Brothers, he and his family live a life of wealth and privilege in New York City (with a home in the Hamptons on the side). Jende Jonga, his wife Neni, and their six-year-old son have come to the United States from Cameroon looking for a better life. Jende counts himself lucky when he gets a job as Clark Edward’s chauffeur. Jende’s wife Neni is even offered seasonal work at the Edward’s home in the Hamptons. But shortly thereafter Lehman brothers, and the global economy, collapses.


“Bright and captivating… illuminates the immigrant experience in America with the tenderhearted wisdom so lacking in our political discourse.”

The Washington Post


The Jonga family struggles to find home, freedom and stability in a new world. The Edwards family struggles behind the facade of privilege and financial crisis. Each of the four lives course through their own unique conflict, but ultimately the Jonga family finds themselves having to make a nearly impossible decision.

A story of immigration, family, and privilege could not be more timely. We’re looking forward to reading more about the paths these two families take. The book’s numerous accolades don’t hurt either. But we hope you’ll read with us! Want to know how?

  1. pick up a copy and read along with us anytime before the end of November
  2. keep us posted on any thoughts or progress you wanna share social using #booklymark and tagging @thebooklyclub
  3. stay tuned for our discussion post on Instagram and our reviews here on the blog so we can chat all about it!

Happy reading, x

Time Will Tell

My eight-grade English teacher recommended The Bell Jar to me. She thought I could challenge myself to take on extra reading. She allowed me pick whatever I wanted from the class library. And although I remembered little to nothing of the story, I remember liking it. It was the first book I’d read in school that clicked in a different way. Not that I had too much in common with Esther, but reading a book about a young woman, written by a young woman, made an impression. Outside of The Bell Jar school reading was all Mark Twain, JRR Tolkien, C.S. Lewis. But Sylvia Plath was different.

That English class added a lot to my love of reading. And in my adult life I’d always wanted to revisit The Bell Jar. Rereading it felt like recalling a vague memory, but through an entirely new lens. I’m 20 years older, I have two young daughters, I see a therapist, I’ve been married for 9 years, I’ve finished my education…  everything theme in this book was brighter this time around. Coming of age, motherhood, mental health, marriage, education. It was all made so much richer after time away. As it should, right?

I kept thinking about how Plath published this book when she was a young mother, just months before her death. I felt like I was reading her inner thoughts. So much of the story is a retelling of her own experiences. It’s likely because of this that the book feels like it holds a part of her soul. She writes so precisely about protagonist Esther’s “mental breakdown,” and her troubled path to recovery. The authenticity of her experience is on every page. In the end young Esther confesses that she fears when the bell jar might find her again. It seems it found Sylvia.


“Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel […] A feeling of tenderness filled my heart. My heroine would be myself, only in disguise. She would be called Elaine. Elaine. I counted the letters on my fingers. There were six letters in Esther, too. I seemed a lucky thing.”
— The Bell Jar, Sylvia (six letters) Plath


This was a slow read for me. It’s the opposite of a light page-turner and far from escapist. And I wouldn’t classify its reading as enjoyable. There were several moments when it showed its age, sometimes cringe-worthy. And it was painful to read about the disintegration of Esther’s sanity. It felt like Plath wrote her protagonists’s struggles from a place of both self-hatred and empathy. At times she wrote Esther as petulant, apathetic, hateful. And others she was hopeful, warm, intelligent. But she never really wrote her as entirely aware of her illness. I don’t think Plath was either. She calls it the bell jar because she’s without the words to fully describe what is happening to her. This was the saddest part of the book for me. It’s so telling of a time when mental health was illegitimate. Esther’s illness was without hope, without a clear diagnosis, and no way out. She was lost in a system of shame.

But after all that, I liked it. I really did! Her writing is poetic, funny, and deep. It’s a fascinating step back in time. I felt like I was truly bearing-witness to one woman’s experience. And taking into account the context of the author, her history, and her tragic end, makes the reading experience that much more impactful. I’m glad I gave this one a reread. And it will be interesting to see what I think when I read it again in 20 more years 🙂

October Book

Shirley Jackson was formerly a name most recognized for the short story The Lottery (published in The New Yorker in 1948). However, it’s likely she’s now more commonly associated with last year’s Netflix horror series The Haunting of Hill House that had us all “scrying.” Written by Jackson in 1959, the gothic horror novel The Haunting of Hill House is often considered one of the best ghost stories, ever. During her more than 20 year career Jackson published a total of six novels, hundreds of short stories and two memoirs. The last novel she ever published was in 1962 just three years before her death. And that novel was We Have Always Lived in the Castle, our October selection!

The book begins six years after a deadly family tragedy at the Blackwood home. Eighteen-year-old “Merricat” Blackwood (our narrator), her elder sister Constance, and their uncle Julian were the only survivors. Now living on an isolated estate perched above a small town in Vermont, the local residents tell stories and build legends around this strange family.

“…I would hope that readers new to it might feel, as I did when I first discovered it, a quiet astonishment that such books can and do exist, and that writing can be so masterful. I’m envious of those that read it for the first time, and go on to discover Shirley Jackson’s astounding body of work encompassing the scary, the horrific and the just plain weird.

There isn’t a shred of the supernatural in Castle, though it feels like there is. It’s perhaps a story of what eventually makes the haunted houses so beloved of Jackson, the echoes of violence and emotion that are imprinted on the places in which we live. It’s obsessed with death but brimming over with life, and that’s perhaps the perfect recipe for the making of the best ghosts of all.”

The Guardian, David Barnett

Maybe it’s because the novel’s so short (barely over 200 pages), but there doesn’t seem to be much else to say of the plot without giving too much away. Although like The Haunting of Hill House, this one was recently captured on screen as a feature film just last year. So if you want to know a little more, take a look at the trailer (it seemed fairly spoiler-free)…

We look forward to diving into this eerie mystery for October—the perfect time for creep and strange in our reading life. We hope you’ll read with us!

Here’s how…
  1. pick up a copy and read along with us anytime before the end of October
  2. keep us posted on social using #booklymark and tagging @thebooklyclub
  3. stay tuned for our discussion post on Instagram and our reviews here on the blog so we can chat all about it!

 

P.S. you really need to watch The Haunting of Hill House if you haven’t already! Yes, it’s a little scary at first, but by episode 5ish it turns into SO MUCH MORE! Totally worth all the spooky parts. The last episode had me reaching for all the tissues.

September Book

School’s back in session, and it has us craving new school supplies, pumpkin spice and a literary classic. September’s our favorite time to read something straight off the required reading lists. And this go around we’ve selected The Bell Jar. First published in 1963, it’s the only novel ever published by writer and poet Sylvia Plath.

Born in Boston in 1932 and the daughter of academics, Plath’s story is one of great success and tragedy. She suffered the loss of her father when she was only eight years old. A strict authority figure, his life and death held a strong influence on Plath’s work. But Plath was an early writing talent. She kept journals starting at age eleven and was often published in regional publications. She achieved her first national publication when she was only eighteen. A graduate of Smith College, Fulbright scholar, and acclaimed poet, Plath reached high levels of success in her professional life, yet her personal life was conflicted.

{trigger warning: depression and suicide}

Plath suffered from clinical depression for most of her life. In her early twenties she made her first of many suicide attempts. At age twenty-four she married poet Ted Hughes. Sadly Plath suffered from depression, abuse, and beatings in her marriage to Hughes. After having two children they separated in 1962. Shortly thereafter, and less than one month after The Bell Jar was published, Plath took her own life.

Originally published under the pen-name “Victoria Lucas,” The Bell Jar is semi-autobiographical. Although the names and places have been changed, the narrative about nineteen year old Esther Greenwood parallels Plath’s experiences and her descent into mental illness.


“The Bell Jar chronicles the crack-up of Esther Greenwood: brilliant, beautiful, enormously talented, and successful, but slowly going under — maybe for the last time. Sylvia Plath masterfully draws the reader into Esther’s breakdown with such intensity that Esther’s insanity becomes completely real and even rational, as probable and accessible an experience as going to the movies. Such deep penetration into the dark and harrowing corners of the psyche is an extraordinary accomplishment and has made The Bell Jar a haunting American classic.”


Since its debut, this novel has reached classics status. Finding its way into school curriculums and required reading lists, this is one you’d have a hard time missing in your academic career. But whether you missed out or just feel like revisiting a classic after some time away, we’ll hope you’ll read along with us!

Here’s how…
  1. pick up a copy and read along with us anytime before the end of September
  2. keep us posted on social using #booklymark and tagging @thebooklyclub
  3. stay tuned for our discussion post on Instagram and our reviews here on the blog so we can chat all about it!

Happy reading!

 

Riggins Meets Summer

Our August selection, The Simple Wild by K.A. Tucker, seems a hit or miss for most readers. Either they love it, or Calla’s rampant millennial-ing  is too much to overcome. Personally, I was in the love it category! Don’t get me wrong, for the first 150 pages or so I severely disliked Calla. She starts off as an entitled, twenty-six year old city girl with little appreciation for any lifestyle outside of her own. She’s not an unkind person, just highly unlikeable. But after a point, and one specific scene at her father’s charter company, she starts to shed the self-absorbed persona and open up to the new world around her. After that, I was hooked!

The story begins when Calla hears of her estranged father’s cancer diagnosis (from her stepfather of all people, who I think is sneakily one of my favorite characters). After twenty-four years away she flies to the wilds of Alaska for a visit. She’s flown in by Jonah; a pilot with her father’s charter company, “Wild.” Jonah is a risk-taker, sarcastic, and brutally honest. In a lot of ways he’s the reader’s voice on the page calling out Calla on all her vapid behavior. Calla and Jonah are fast enemies, having no patience for each other. He calls her “Barbie” and she calls him “Yeti.” Think Tim Riggins meets Summer Roberts. But of course after a lot of sarcastic banter, and a few high-risk situations, the tides turn.

As I was reading I kept picturing Calla and Jonah’s story as something out of a CW series. Somewhere between Everwood and The Hart of Dixie maybe? A city girl finds herself wildly out of place due to unforeseen circumstances. But after a few comical fish-out-of-water incidents, and some lovable townie characters, she surprisingly finds herself feeling at home. And the rugged love interest doesn’t hurt.


 

“And just like that, I sense a circle closing. Back to the beginning, and near to the end.”

 


Although The Simple Wild falls solidly into the romance genre (not my usual read), it felt like more than just sexual tension and love scenes. The setting alone was a learning experience with so much interesting detail about what it’s like to live in an isolated Alaskan village. And there are strong themes of family, sacrifice, regret, redemption and telling your own story. The Simple Wild pulled at my heartstrings more then I’d been expecting. Calla’s relationship with her father, their healing and her evolution all had more gravity than I’ve experienced in this genre. And in my mind Calla’s character definitely evolved enough to have me rooting for her in the end.

The setting, characters, and love story all had me invested. I didn’t want it to end! If you’re at all interested in reading a good love story I encourage you to give this one a try. It will carry you to another world and a heartfelt story of love and family. Happy reading!

August Book

We’ve picked our August beach readThe Simple Wild by K.A. Tucker … and we hope you’ll read with us! We’re definitely in the mood for a good summer read we can take along to the beach, the pool, or on those sweaty summer commutes. Whatever your plans, The Simple Wild seems like a great addition to the summer TBR (to-be-read list).

And reading with us is pretty simple…

  1. pick up a copy of The Simple Wild and read along with us anytime before the end of August.
  2. keep in touch on social using #booklymark and tagging @thebooklyclub.
  3. stay tuned for our discussion post on Instagram and our reviews here on the blog at the end of the month so we can chat all about it!

But enough of that, on to why we’re so excited about our latest pick. K.A. Tucker is a new author to us, but we’ve heard nothing but good things from other readers who’ve already picked up The Simple Wild (nominated for Goodreads Best Romance in 2018). Author of over a dozen other novels—everything from romance to thrillers to YA fantasy—Tucker specializes in what she calls “captivating stories with an edge.” And The Simple Wild, Tucker’s 17th novel (give or take), falls into a category she calls “standalone contemporary romance.”

It’s the story of Calla Fletcher, a city girl whose life takes a twist, and a turn, landing in her the Alaskan wild. Since the age of two she’s been living her life in Toronto, far from her estranged father Wren Fletcher. But then she gets the call that changes everything. Wren’s days are numbered, and it’s time for Calla to travel back to her birthplace and give their relationship a last chance. In the remote Alaskan town Calla is out of place to say the least. Far from what she knows as home, she finds herself wandering the wilderness, encountering foreign wildlife and the less charming parts of rural life. Least charming of all is Jonah, the local pilot who labels her as unfit for life in the wilderness on the outset. Determined to prove him wrong, Calla surprises herself by feeling deeper connections to this distant home, and to Jonah. But Calla doesn’t plan to stay, and Jonah would never leave.

We’re definitely intrigued! If you’re the slightest bit interested you should most definitely read with us. It will be a fun one, we promise. And we’d love to hear from you!

Happy reading, Bookly friends 🙂

Birthday Book Exchange

 

I’m not usually one to celebrate my birthday, at least not in a big way. I didn’t grow up with involved kid parties, and it makes me pretty uncomfortable being the center of attention. But this year was a little different.

Thirty-five is a big milestone for me. As my husband so kindly pointed out, I’m halfway to seventy. But also, my girls start school in a few weeks, which means it’s the end of my four-year tenure as a full-time stay-at-home parent. It’s been good, bad, and ugly. It’s been perfect. But this birthday felt like a good time to celebrate the start of a new chapter!

the infamous cheese board

My husband and sister-in-law put together the best book-lover’s birthday cocktail party. Some champagne, Spaghetts, a few Trader Joe’s favorites, and Fitzy’s signature cheese board. What else could a girl need??

If you guessed books you’re in the right place. They had the idea to include a book exchange with the cocktails and appetizers, and it was perfect!

 

how it worked.

The rules were simple… each of the ten guests brought one of our favorite books, gift-wrapped. After a few toasts and snacks each book was labeled with a number, and slips of paper were marked one through ten. Starting with me, we went around in a circle picking a slip of paper, unveiling the number, and then opening the corresponding book. After the reveal, whoever brought the unwrapped book shared their story of why they brought it, what it’s about, and what it means to them. It worked out surprising well, and was thoroughly entertaining!

What if someone picked their own number, or a spouse’s number? They just redrew. And after everyone opened a book, we opened the floor to trades. My husband was the last to open one, Station Eleven, which he’s already read (and loved!). So he and my sister-in-law traded since she’s never read it, and she had The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, which he was intrigued by. It all worked out!

 

 

I picked up a thriller, The Good Girl, from a friend who’d been recommending it to me and The Bookly Club for months. Now I finally have a copy! And one friend ended up with a meditation book just hours after we’d be talking about how he’s trying to get more into meditation. My friend who only reads non-fiction received The Uninhabitable Earth, a high-praised study on the climate crisis. And the book I brought (my favorite so far this year) The Heart’s Invisible Furies, ended up in the hands of a good friend who’s always looking for recommendations.

The exchange was such a fun addition to an already great night. It made for a fun activity toward the end of the night, and this way everyone left with a gift!

I highly recommend putting a book exchange on your calendar, it’s so fun seeing what friends come up with. And it’s even more fun adding a new book to your collection. Not to mention one that comes highly recommended, from a trusted source. Even better! I’m lucky to be surrounded by so many great people and good books. Thirty-five is shaping up to be a very good year!

 

the complete stack of books exchanged.

  1. Creative Alchemy
  2. The Name of the Wind
  3. Station Eleven
  4. The Story of Edgar Sawtelle
  5. The Good Girl
  6. At Home
  7. The Heart’s Invisible Furies
  8. The Tipping Point
  9. Shoe Dog
  10. The Uninhabitable Earth

Hope in a Critical World

First let me say, if you haven’t read anything by Rebecca Solnit yet please put her on your list! Even if it’s just googling one of her articles or essays. I feel a bit redundant saying this, because I feel like I’m always prosthelytizing her work. But I mean it! Our July book Call Them by Their True Names is the third book of hers I’ve read (in addition to Men Explain Things to Me and The Mother of All Questions which I loved).

Call Them by Their True Names is her most recent published collection of essays. The subtitle being American Crises (and Essays), is exactly what she delivers. From immigration, to mass incarceration and wrongful imprisonment, gentrification, voter suppression, freedom of the press, misogyny, racism, climate change, healthcare, gun violence, the oppression of native peoples, Donald Trump… she covers it all! And I’m here for it.


We are all rowing past on another, and it behooves us to know how the tides move and who’s being floated along and who’s being dragged down and who might not even be allowed in the water.”


 

This is the book I needed on November 8th, 2016. Her words articulate so much of what I’ve been feeling for a long time. And although some of what she writes is raw and hard to read, they’re truth. I found myself feeling like I did fresh off of the 2016 election. So, so angry. But we should feel that way. These stories deserve our attention. And let me be clear, as one privileged white woman reading the work of another, I understand her writing is just one lens. But I respect the stories she tells and her activism as an ally. Anyone who can speak truth to power in this culture of “fake news” and twitter abuse is worth reading.


“To names something truly is to lay bare what may be brutal or corrupt—or important or possible—and key to the work of changing the world is changing the story, the names, and inventing or popularizing new names and terms and phrases […] The process works both ways. Think of the Trump administration’s turning family reunification, which sounds like a good thing, into the ominous, contagious-sounding ‘chain migration.’ Think of the second Bush administration’s redefining torture as ‘enhanced interrogation,’ and how many press outlets went along with it. Of the Clinton administration’s hollow phrase ‘building a bridge to the twenty-first century,’ which was supposed to celebrate the brave new world tech would bring and disguised how much it would return us to the nineteenth-century economic divides and robber barons. Of Ronald Reagan’s introduction of the figure of the ‘welfare queen,’ a mythic being whose undeserving greed justified cutting off aid to the poor and ignored the reality of widespread poverty. There are so many ways to tell a lie.”


 

I was underlining and writing in the margins all over this book! If you couldn’t already tell by all the quotes I’m adding to this post. I love reading an author like Solnit because I don’t feel like I’m just passively reading. I’m actively learning through her writing. So often witnessing today’s news gives me a gut reaction but I feel void of sufficient language to explain how or why what’s happened is unjust or unamerican or just plain wrong. Reading essays like these puts words in place of that void. And I’m thankful Solnit’s words are written with hope. As a woman raising two young women in this world it’s easy to turn fatalist and become fearful. But Solint’s essays in Call Them by Their True Names, although they don’t shy away from ugly truths, look to the future with hope.


“I find great hope and encouragement in the anxiety, fury, and grief of my fellow residents of the United States. It’s not that I’m eager to see people suffer but that I’m relieved that so many are so far from indifferent. I feared after the election that those of us who are not directly targeted would do what people have often done during despotic regimes: withdraw into private life, wait it out, take care of themselves and no one else. Something else happened instead.” 


 

If I haven’t convinced you yet, let me say it outright; read this book! Maybe not in one sitting. It’d do well to space it out. Read the essays one at a time, give them each their deserved thought, and give yourself time to process. But definitely pick this one up. 5 out of 5 stars from me!

July Book

Welcome, welcome! Hopefully you’re a return member, but if not, welcome to The Bookly Club  🙂 We hope you’ll read with us! Each month (or two) we select a book to read together based on a seasonal theme. Since we can’t all be in the same place, luckily we have the internet so we can all talk books, anytime, from wherever we are.

In July our theme is The Patriot. With 4th of July right around the corner, we like to take this month to read something about Americana. And we don’t shy away from ugly truths. It’s important to push the boundaries of how we see our country, our patriotism, who we are, and who we should be as Americans. Who we are and who we should be is different for everyone. So we like to read as much as we can of what different people think that means.



That’s why we’ve selected Rebecca Solnit’s most recent essay collection Call Them by Their True Names, American Crises (and Essays). If you don’t know of Rebecca Solnit yet, we’re very happy to be the ones to introduce you to her. She’s a writer, feminist, historian, and activist who’s published over twenty books on a variety of subjects. Since starting her career as an independent writer in the late 80’s she’s received much acclaim and praise. She’s a regular contributor to numerous publications, including The Guardian and Harper’s Magazine where she authors the Easy Chair column. Not to mention her most recent books which have reached unforeseen popularity, Men Explain Things to Me, The Mother of All Questions, and Hope in the Dark. The most recent being Call Them by Their True Names, American Crises (and Essays) which was just published in September of last year.

“In this powerful and wide-ranging collection, Solnit turns her attention to battles over meaning, place, language, and belonging at the heart of the defining crises of our time. She explores the way emotions shape political life, electoral politics, police shootings and gentrification, the life of an extraordinary man on death row, the pipeline protest at Standing Rock, and the existential threat posed by climate change.”

With essays like “The Loneliness of Donald Trump,” “Naive Cynicism,” “Climate Change is Violence,” and “Hope in Grief” we expect this collection to be a fraught and challenging, but informative. We hope you’ll read along with us this month, and learn a little bit more about the current America. If you do want to join it’s pretty simple… read this selection sometime in July, stay in touch via social media using #booklymark, and come chat with us about the book anytime either in the comments here on the blog or on Instagram!

Talk soon,

Bookly