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14 books for year of the horse

14 books for year of the horse

Hi dearest reader, Were you a horse girl or a wolf girl growing up? If you were a horse girl this one is for you—I happen to be deathly allergic,...

14 books for year of the horse

Hi dearest reader, Were you a horse girl or a wolf girl growing up? If you were a horse girl this one is for you—I happen to be deathly allergic,...

A bit about me

A bit about me

Hi dearest reader, It's me, Amani Hope! The Dearest Reader Club is a snail mail club I made for us to have fun reading and living a more intellectual life....

A bit about me

Hi dearest reader, It's me, Amani Hope! The Dearest Reader Club is a snail mail club I made for us to have fun reading and living a more intellectual life....

How reading healed by brain

How reading healed by brain

Hi dearest reader, Let me tell you about how reading healed by brain. Ten years ago, in San Francisco, I was hit by a car and almost died. Thankfully, I...

How reading healed by brain

Hi dearest reader, Let me tell you about how reading healed by brain. Ten years ago, in San Francisco, I was hit by a car and almost died. Thankfully, I...

Books for February

Hi dearest reader, A week of drizzle-drazzle approaches. Notoriously, Bay Area residents freak out when it rains and get into a lot of car crashes. Also notoriously, California has been...

Books for February

Hi dearest reader, A week of drizzle-drazzle approaches. Notoriously, Bay Area residents freak out when it rains and get into a lot of car crashes. Also notoriously, California has been...

I want to be an old woman when I grow up

i had a dream i was an old woman last night. grey hair, wrinkled face, soft arms. and all i felt was freedom. i think i’ll be powerful when i’m...

I want to be an old woman when I grow up

i had a dream i was an old woman last night. grey hair, wrinkled face, soft arms. and all i felt was freedom. i think i’ll be powerful when i’m...

Is everybody feeling as much as I am? Notes on ...

Dearest reader, She feels the absence of his touch, now that he’s away. The hand on her arm is a phantom of the past. A sense memory. She wonders, can...

Is everybody feeling as much as I am? Notes on ...

Dearest reader, She feels the absence of his touch, now that he’s away. The hand on her arm is a phantom of the past. A sense memory. She wonders, can...