What I’m Reading

I’ve long been a believer in readerly serendipity: many times in my life I have discovered a book when I needed it most. Or perhaps it’s that I still believe books can save me, and so I will hew answers to life’s questions out of whatever is in front of my eyes—like a dedicate of astrology will interpret the horoscope to exactly suit her own needs. Either way, when I bought a copy of Helen Macdonald’s H Is For Hawk from the famous Blackwell’s bookstore in Oxford, on an early November day last year, it was the very book I … Continue reading What I’m Reading