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.
As with most essay collections, some pieces resonated with
me more than others. A few felt dated or simply didn't capture my
interest, but the strongest essays were excellent and made the
collection worthwhile. My favorite was "How Should One Read a Book?" In
it, Woolf celebrates the freedom and pleasure of reading without rigid
rules, a message that still feels fresh and relevant today.
Woolf's
writing speaks better for itself than I ever could. While I didn't love
every essay equally, I admired her intelligence, her powers of
observation, and her ability to transform everyday experiences into
something memorable. A rewarding introduction to an author I've long
meant to read, and one that has encouraged me to finally pick up some of
her novels. Three and a half stars rounded up.
I first read Harvesting the Heart by Jodi
Picoult in 1993, shortly after my second son was born. Over the years I
remembered it fondly and looked for it several times, although I
somehow convinced myself that it had been written by Hilma Wolitzer. I
was excited to find it again for a reread.
Reading a novel about
new motherhood hits very differently when the baby you were caring for
the first time around has just turned 33. As a young mother, I
identified with Paige's uncertainty, exhaustion, and fierce love for her
child. Now, with the perspective that comes from decades of parenting, I
found myself noticing different aspects of the story, the strains on a
marriage, the lingering effects of family history, and the ways people
struggle to understand one another.
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!