There's this thing happening. Book culture is collapsing. The real consequence? Brain formatting. Your brain is an organ that contains what you put in it. Fill it with nothing, get nothing back. That's Michel Onfray talking, and he's not wrong. What did I read this month?
Dellarobia's thirty and stuck. She lives deep in Tennessee backcountry on her in-laws' farm. Married too young to a decent but boring guy. These mountains feel like a trap. Then something strange happens in the woods that changes everything.
"Love and loss. Life moves between these two words: love and loss. Love as long as possible, then one day lose it all." This is exactly the kind of book I'd never pick up if it wasn't already on my e-reader. But Guillaume Siaudeau surprised me.
First time we really left the coast. Drove through dry country to reach the most touristy town in New Zealand. Queenstown sits on Lake Wakatipu's edge. They filmed that TV series here. Mountains everywhere. Tourists everywhere too.
Kept heading south. Hit the mountain zone on the South Island. Westland National Park. Franz Josef Glacier sitting right there. In New Zealand you don't need to climb high to see glaciers. They come down to meet you.
Crossed the South Island east to west. Reached the west coast. Tasman Sea waves hitting hard. Westport. Walked Cape Foulwind. Home? 16,376 km away. These are the Roaring Forties. Ocean doesn't mess around here.