I read three books this week. One was a recommendation from Jane; one was a rediscovery and reread after three decades, and one was nonfiction that made me think.
Street Haunting was my introduction to the writing of Virginia Woolf thanks to Jane, and after finishing this collection of essays, I'm curious to try some of her fiction next.
Woolf's writing style is fascinating, evocative, observant, and packed with vivid details. Even when she's describing something as ordinary as a walk through the streets of London, she notices small moments and textures that most people would overlook. Her essays often feel less like arguments and more like invitations to see the world through her eyes.
This isn't Picoult at her most polished or ambitious, and some of the plot developments feel melodramatic by today's standards. Still, I found the emotional core of the novel convincing. The depiction of early motherhood, in particular, rang true, capturing both its joys and its isolating challenges. Paige's mistakes can be frustrating, but they also feel recognizably human.
While Harvesting the Heart didn't have quite the same impact on me as it did when I first read it more than three decades ago, it remained an entertaining and heartfelt read. Revisiting it offered not only a chance to evaluate the book itself but also a reminder of how much a reader can change over time. Sometimes the most interesting part of a reread is discovering the distance between who you were then and who you are now. Three stars.
I borrowed Comfortable with Uncertainty
from the library, hoping for something like an instruction manual, a
practical guide that would teach me how to become more comfortable with
uncertainty. Instead, what I found was something both simpler and more
challenging.
Pema Chödrön's central message seems to be that
there are no instructions. There is no formula for eliminating
uncertainty, no set of steps that will guarantee peace of mind. Rather,
the practice is learning to stop resisting life's inherent
unpredictability and to meet whatever arises with openness, curiosity,
and compassion.
That may sound frustratingly circular to readers
looking for concrete advice, and at times I found myself wishing for
more practical guidance. Yet as I continued reading, I began to
understand that this longing for certainty and clear answers is exactly
what Chödrön is encouraging us to examine. The discomfort we feel when
things are unresolved isn't a problem to solve but a reality to face.
As
with many collections of teachings and reflections, some sections
resonated with me more than others. Chödrön's writing is warm,
accessible, and often insightful, but there were passages that felt
repetitive. Still, I frequently found myself pausing to reflect on an
idea or reread a particularly meaningful passage.
In the end, I
didn't come away with a roadmap for becoming comfortable with
uncertainty. I came away with the realization that comfort may not be
the goal at all. Instead, the book invites us to drop our expectations,
stop grasping for certainty, and learn to face whatever comes with an
open heart. That's easier said than done, but still an important
lesson.Three stars.
Now I'd love to know what you're reading!










