This month, I am carrying Difficult Pleasures by Anjum Hasan into our mentoring circle. Not as an expert, not with answers, but with open hands. It feels like the kind of book you don’t really read alone. You sit with it. You breathe with it. You let it rearrange the furniture of your heart. All through our interactions, I keep thinking about how strange and beautiful it is to guide a room through grief while still learning its language myself.
Talks about books, movies and all things in between.