What I suddenly understood is that a thank-you note isn’t the price you pay for receiving a gift, as so many children think it is, a kind of minimum tribute or toll, but an opportunity to count your blessings. And gratitude isn’t what you give in exchange for something; it’s what you feel when you are blessed – blessed to have family and friends who care about you, and who want to see you happy. Hence the joy from thanking.
Month: December 2012
One of the many things I love about bound books is their sheer physicality. Electronic books live out of sight and out of mind. But printed books have body, presence. Sure, sometimes they’ll elude you by hiding in improbably places: in a box full of old picture frames, say or in the laundry basket, wrapped in a sweatshirt. But at other times they’ll confront you, and you’ll literally stumble over tomes you hadn’t thought about in weeks or years. I often seek electronic books, but they never come after me. They make me feel, but I can’t feel them. They are all soul with no flesh, no texture, and no weight. They can get in your head but can’t whack you upside it.
From The End of Your Life Book Club by Will Schwalbe
I love this description about the physicality of books. Last week I sat poolside and listened to the ocean roaring behind me while I tore through six books. Watching them physically pile up as a sort of tangible recounting of my accomplishment made me happy. The books were practically shouting at me, “This is what vacation is all about!”
I have an admitted love of reality TV shows where the players compete in head-to-head cooking contests. The shows always seem a little crazy, putting players through grueling contests and making them work all sorts of odd hours. The part I love, though, is hearing them talk passionately about the food they create, the flavors they combine and watching them plate food.
I always thought the shows were ridiculous, but I stand corrected. In Marcus Samuelsson’s book Yes, Chef: A Memoir, what he describes sounds tremendously more difficult than anything a television producer could come up with.
Read my complete review of Yes, Chef: A Memoir by Marcus Samuelsson on Nudge.