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Still here, still loud, and finally old enough to say the quiet parts out loud without apologizing.

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  • For a long time, I wasn’t reading. I am a lifelong lover of books. Majored in English. Browsing (and buying) in bookstores was always a favorite way to spend an afternoon. I read printed books on the train when I commuted.

    I loved the escape. I immersed myself in the stories. And then I just stopped.

    I let work and life distract me. Life changes threw wrenches at me faster than I could dodge them.

    But then I was invited to join a book club last summer. I knew one person. I ordered the book and while on a weekend getaway to the Blue Ridge mountains, I quieted my mind. I found a comfortable seat, settled in, and was still. I sat and just read.

    It felt like such an indulgence. And there I was, wrapped up in words.

    In the months since, I have not stopped. I drive a lot (A LOT!) so I prefer audiobooks. I am reading/listening to 3-4 books a month.

    I am calmer. My mind is clearer. Less stressed.

    More like the me I used to be.

    These are some of the books I have finished over the last 6 months. What is on your “must read” list?

    some of the books I have read in the last six months - aftersixty blog

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