Tag: books

I rate.

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I finished reading Wavewalker 4 days ago and gave it a 4.75-star rating. Ed, who recommended Wavewalker, suggested that I read The Stranger in the Woods by Michael Finkel next. But because it falls under the same genre as Wavewalker and I like mixing things up, I opted instead for Ed’s favourite book, East of Eden by John Steinbeck.

Yesterday, Ed messaged me: “My hot take: you don’t have to finish a book.”

I figured his message pertained to my rating system, as Zoée had also taken issue with how I rate books, specifically Feeding Ghosts.

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Collected sayings of Squaremeat.

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Dune is your 13th read! GO YOU.

-Zoée

Zoée also follows elite reader Kristen on StoryGraph. Kristen has basically met the reading goals Zoée and I set for ourselves this year. While I consider myself a competitive person, it’s become more intrinsic these days. I’m more inclined to bond over shared interests rather than whupping asses. I’m certain Zoée, like I, have resigned to having our asses whupped by the sandworm of bookworms, Kristen. All we want to do is surpass our 2025 numbers.

I spent 10 minutes making this in GIMP because I refuse to use AI!
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The pompom that brought a city to its knees.

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I have a comically large pompom atop one of my toques. It’s so big that the pompom-to-toque ratio is nearly 1:1. People have difficulty resisting commenting on it. Small children point at my head. I might’ve even upset someone’s dog yesterday. Had the dog been off-leash, it’d have lunged at me for a taste of whatever critter they thought to be sitting on my head.

I spent the majority of my days off indoors. I finished French knotted the former Miss. Bouiver’s beehive and I am well on the way to completing my second embroidery project. I could finish it this week, except I found myself lying on the floor on Sunday night after smoking a bowl from my wee pipe. While high, I became more conscious of the strain I’d put on my back from hours of sitting on the couch, hunching over my embroidery project.

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