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My name is Laci, I am a college student who loves reading, being amongst pine trees in the mountains, coffee, and rain. Most importantly though, I am a daughter of The Most High. Welcome!

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Saying goodbye to my best friend with coffee and books, our natural state.

“You tread lightly through life, but you leave deep footprints that are hard for other people to fill.” When Jack says this in this novel he speaks it about a person, but I am going to appropriate the words and direct them at books. Books often tread lightly with sweet stories and enchanting settings, but then you turn the last page and realize they’ve left deep footprints on your heart that you’re not sure any other book will fill. Then you pick up another one and it creates deeper footprints, but in a different place on your heart. You sit, books closed, and realize your heart is old snow on the sidewalk, walked on repeatedly by words and stories. . This book was by no means groundbreaking, but it left footprints deep enough to make it one I will return to for its lightness and sweetness. I created a new shelf on Goodreads called “Soft Places to Land” filled with books that are light and airy and make me smile, placing this one there with other gentle favorites.

Reread of Ali Smith’s Winter.

Yesterday these three books ended up on top during a rearrange of my stacks. Seeing them there by chance I felt as if I was being told to pay attention. I found myself wanting to sit on the ground open up my favorite authors and read for the remainder of the day. Though instead I did a total rearrange. I gathered every single one of my favorite works by my favorite authors—Jane Austen, Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath, James Joyce, James Baldwin, T.S. Eliot, Durga Chew-Bose, Ali Smith—collected them in a pile and arranged them on my bedside table. I realized how desperately I longed to see daily the books I love. Books whose stories challenge, are ahead of their time, that change things. I want the reminder of stories so beautiful my pulse rises at the thought of perusing their pages, the anticipation of crying along with beloved characters, and the feeling of sudden recognition that “holy shit someone else feels this too.” . Do you display your favorite works? Let me know below.

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