Bookish Matters

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

—Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Refuge by Terry Tempest Williams

is beautiful. It is not a book to take a highlighter to, to highlight all the best bits and most beautiful parts. I would highlight the entire thing. Refuge has made my cry multiple times. It has reminded me of the value of my community of women. It has made me decide to take a walk through the Arboretum or Outback Gardens or lie on the earth everyday, to be where I love and to cherish it before I move from Bellingham and find new land to love. It has made me laugh. It deepens my meditation practice, because it talks about appreciating every moment of life in the face of death. It is not a book that grabs you from the first sentence, but that slowly gains weight and beauty until you find yourself drowned in it, like the tide coming in.


  1. To be drowned in beauty, what a way to die. I may have to borrow the book from you sometime.