
Just for the record: happiness is not bullshit.
Andrew Sean Greer

Just for the record: happiness is not bullshit.
Andrew Sean Greer
Initially, it was my intention to create a playlist to share with readers of this blog via Apple Music. Either I’m not tech-savvy enough to figure out how to do this or it’s not possible. My vanity leads me to believe the latter. I really like the playlist though, so I’m going to share it the old-fashioned way: I’m sending each and every one of you a scrap of parchment arriving via carrier pigeon. Ha! Just kidding. Enjoy!



















Thanks as always for being a faithful reader of The Voracious Bibliophile. If you like what you see, please follow, like, comment, and subscribe to my email list to get notified of new posts as soon as they drop. You can also email me at thevoraciousbibliophile@yahoo.com or catch me on Twitter @voraciousbiblog. Keep reading the world, one page (or pixel) at a time.

For those of you who are new readers of this blog, I recently got a promotion. I finally crawled my way to the top of the scrap heap to become my store’s General Manager. Taking stock of my environs, I knew that one of the first things I wanted to do was clean house.
Many of us get so bogged down with everyday tasks in our work and home lives that big projects often get cast to the side. But a molehill quickly becomes a mountain, which becomes a mountain range. Forgive my very labored metaphor but you get the picture.
During the time I’ve worked at my store I’ve had to look at eyesores in our storage area in the form of boxes upon boxes of old paperwork. As anyone who’s ever worked in business can tell you, paper can pile up quickly. Sales reports, policy updates, action plans, etc. continue to accumulate long past the point at which they should’ve been pitched/recycled.
Now, one should exercise caution when beginning to pitch things as each organization has its own protocols regarding paperwork retention and disposal. Once you understand the correct process(es), though, you should grab a shovel and start chucking.
So that’s what I did. I’ve currently recycled more than ten boxes’ worth of paper from reports dating back as far as 2011 and I’m still not done. The pile of papers culled from my personnel files that needed shredding was a foot thick. Side note: I bought a paper shredder for my office and it’s the reason Marie Kondo came up with #SparkJoy because it brings me so much of it.
I bought a paper shredder for my office and it’s the reason Marie Kondo came up with #SparkJoy because it brings me so much of it.
Embarking on this process has been somewhat difficult because everything I’m doing runs contrary to the way I’ve operated my life thus far. Up until now, I’ve been a fan of the “keep it just in case” organizational schematic, which unfortunately is every hoarder’s Achilles heel.
Up until now, I’ve been a fan of the “keep it just in case” organizational schematic, which unfortunately is every hoarder’s Achilles heel.
Have you ever tackled a big cleaning project that you found daunting? How did you do it? Where did you start? Let me know in the comments or email me at thevoraciousbibliophile@yahoo.com.
Thanks as always for being a faithful reader of The Voracious Bibliophile. If you like what you see, please follow, like, comment, and subscribe to my email list to get notified of new posts as soon as they drop. You can also email me at thevoraciousbibliophile@yahoo.com or catch me on Twitter @voraciousbiblog. Keep reading the world, one page (or pixel) at a time.

By embedding herself into her song, she muted any risk of passing off mimicry as art.
Vivek Shraya

If they cling to a mode of dress, a language, or habit that seems too conspicuous to the majority, they might be told that they are not assimilating, or not assimilating enough. They live their lives in the particular but find it reflected back to them in the generic whether in the speeches of ambitious politicians or in the plot lines of Hollywood movies.
Laila Lalami

when you swim at the beach in a storm / you do not know the difference / between the sky and the sea
Madisen Kuhn

I’ve spent the past eight years working in some capacity as a Professional Book Person, and one question I always hate getting asked is: What is your favorite book? My eyes are rolling just thinking about it. I always want to respond by saying something along the lines of: Really, Gretchen, why did you decide to wake up this morning and choose violence? It’s a really invasive question to just throw in someone’s face.
After all, there are infinite reasons why one person loves a book while another person hates it. It’s subjective. It’s about taste. It’s about someone’s cultural background and how it’s shaped their life experiences. It’s about their class status, money, and power. It’s about the way(s) in which people conceptualize God, their spirituality, and the After. It’s about the intersection of identities that determines the amount of social capital a person wields. It’s about race, language, and citizenship status. It’s the difference between who is considered an immigrant and who’s considered an expatriate. It’s about (dis)ability and access to basic social services. It’s about where everyone fits in the big soupy melting pot of humanity. Plus, there’s the whole issue surrounding which works get canonized and which works fall (are pushed) into obscurity, and how the reason for that most often corresponds to the ways the author’s identity(ies) are either marginalized or elevated.
I said all that as a preface to my own (subjective) list, which is always changing, because *I* am always changing. Without further ado, here it is:
Thanks as always for being a faithful reader of The Voracious Bibliophile. If you like what you see, please follow, like, comment, and subscribe to my email list to get notified of new posts as soon as they drop. You can also email me at thevoraciousbibliophile@yahoo.com or catch me on Twitter @voraciousbiblog. Keep reading the world, one page (or pixel) at a time.

***Note: I received a free digital review copy of this book from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.***
Sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words. Anthony and the Gargoyle tells the story of Anthony, a little boy who lives with his parents in a house full of photographs. These pictures tell the story of his life and his parents’ lives before him. In the background of some of them, you can see Parisian landmarks beside the smiling happy couple.
In one of the photographs, Anthony can be seen holding a pet rock. One day, this rock breaks open and from it springs a gargoyle that teaches Anthony an important lesson: sometimes loving something means being willing to let it go. He also learns along the way that love doesn’t end at separation—it can break any boundary and traverse any distance.
Perfect for fans of Aaron Becker’s Journey trilogy and Molly Idle’s Flora and Her Feathered Friends series, Anthony and the Gargoyle is sure to delight readers of all ages. It is due to be released on October 5th, 2021, and is now available to preorder wherever books are sold.
Thanks as always for being a faithful reader of The Voracious Bibliophile. If you like what you see, please follow, like, comment, and subscribe to my email list to get notified of new posts as soon as they drop. You can also email me at thevoraciousbibliophile@yahoo.com or catch me on Twitter @voraciousbiblog. Keep reading the world, one page (or pixel) at a time.

July is always hot and utterly still. It’s a melancholy that makes my heart ache, like grief is rising up out of the soil for every dead thing that ever lived.
Julia Heaberlin

Our tactics must always reflect our goals. There is no such thing as killing for peace, strengthening people by making their decisions for them, or suppressing dissent to gain freedom.
Gloria Steinem