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Reading & Book clubbing at home

Here are some of our folks at home, reading and participating in all things bookish. In our 3-day intensive, we had discussions on Meet, chatrooms, and reflected on our books via mindmaps and beautiful long pages of writing. Our Read-a-thoners created two collective poem, and you can see their book picks!

“A Month” by the Read-A-Thoners, composed 4/16:
Thoughts                                                

 Time           

Looking out, looking in                       

Distancing and connection


Insanity                                                                      Peace                         Change

Our collective quote poem, “Snatches of Truth”:

‘What should I believe?’ thought Shadow, and the voice came back to him from somewhere deep beneath the world, in a bass rumble: ‘Believe everything.’” (American Gods by Neil Gaiman-Matthew)  

“It’s like I’ve been walking up the walls of a tower my whole life,” “My body parallel to the ground, and then, the world turns and I’m standing straight up, and the tower is lying flat on the ground. Everything is now distorted but my head is up again, and I’m walking forward. But the truth is, I don’t know which way is up.” (Braised Pork by An Yu–Hayden)  

“The boy knelt by the hearth, his jacket sleeves rucked up on his wrists like an accordion.” (Anarchists’ Club by Alex Reeve–Nick)


  “Dusk is an uncomfortable time, the way the light is.” (Klickitat by Peter Rock-Lissa)  

“Just a little bomb and all these people would be gone…” (Dead Man’s Folly by Agatha Christie–Cash)

“In major cities wracked by the drug war, [4 of 5] young African-American men are subject to legalized discrimination for the rest of their lives” (The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander–Olivia)  

“You get to the other side of the tightrope….” (Love Hurts by Rodro Linzler–Desiree)  

“I was living in a self-destructive riot of sensuality, and while my schoolmates saw me as a leader, a devil of a fellow and a damned sharp and clever guy, deep inside me hid a timid soul fluttering with fear” (Demian by Herman Hesse–Hannah)

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