Yuletide looms yet again, so I'm reading Terry Pratchett's Hogfather for the however manieth time. It's the one and only Christmas tradition I have for myself. Still finding new things and nuances, little crooks and crevices that I somehow missed on every other occasion. It's gotta be in my top 10 of Discworld books, possibly even top 5. Always a delight.
I've been going to bookstores relatively often lately, which in my historically quite bookstore-less existence simple means that there have been five or six occasions this year where I went to one and brought something home with me. Last time I picked up, in addition to Morning Star, being the third Red Rising book, the Tao Te Ching by one Lao Tzu, as well as Miyamoto Musashi's The Book of Five Rings. Neither of those were very much on my radar, though I've been aware of them, I just make a point of sometimes branching out in new directions so that my reading life doesn't become just one gigantic rut. Currently I'm trying to create calm evenings for myself, going to bed early and reading a few passages of the Tao. I should spend more calm days and evenings reading, because I know it brings me joy and peace, but I don't wanna force it either.