recently finished: nothing. One of those weeks. 

currently reading: Still reading A. A. Gill's memoir of his alcoholism. It is so artful and so sad, it's hard to pick up and hard to put down. Limp, a funny memoir by Simon Vella about his crippling introversion (I wouldn't know anything about that), substance abuse, and (hence the name) erectile dysfunction. And because I need to read something that's not a memoir about substance abuse, I'm also reading Robert Holden's Shift Happens. It's one of the books I picked up to help with my anxiety, and it's a lovely (I'm not a fan of this phrase) self-help book that helps to think about everything differently. It's gentle and graceful and fills with me warmth. Which I need, considering what else I'm reading. Also, listening to Louise Penny's Still Life, her first in the Inspector Gamache series. I've started listening to it like 3 times already, and then I get distracted. But I've decided this is my week. She just turned her newest book into her publisher, so I need to get caught up on all these. 

up next: The Cutaway. A Really Quite Good British Cookbook, which is enormous and amazing and I can't wait to dive in properly. And Amy Engel's The Roanoke Girls, about girls from western Kansas who just keep going missing. It's one of those books that everyone is talking about this spring, and I am excited to see why that is.