Monday Miscellany: Home reclaims its shape
Notes from July 27 - August 2
Rabbit rabbit, and welcome to August! This month holds some exciting things for me, one of which is Metric, Stars, and Broken Social Scene sharing a stage in Atlanta TONIGHT. The college flashback show of my dreams! Trust that I’ll tell you all about it next time. For now, a few books and poems and links from these recent days.
The week in books
Behind the Beautiful Forevers by Katherine Boo (2012)
I’ve now fully caught up on The Stacks book club picks! July’s selection was narrative nonfiction about Annawadi, a slum located near Mumbai’s international airport. The author, a white woman from the United States, lived among the people here for several years and reports their story based on her own observations. There are no footnotes or endnotes, and as a result it almost reads like fiction.
I had a hard time getting into this book. It was easy enough to read—the language isn’t overly academic or technical—but something about the pacing of the sentences kept me at a distance. And though the subtitle mentions “hope,” I struggled to find much of that at all amidst the life and death that Boo details. The account is dominated by violence, and conflict, and corruption, bad luck, despair, suicide; by the end I was left wondering… why? What was Boo trying to say through this slice of (traumatic, horribly difficult) life? I don’t have answers, but I did really enjoy listening to Traci’s conversation with Julianna Haubner about it.
Take What You Can by Naima Coster (August 4, 2026)
Naima Coster’s previous novel, What’s Mine and Yours, was a favorite when I read it back in 2021, so I was excited to find out she had another one coming!1 Take What You Can centers on two best friends, Milly and Val, whose relationship starts on a study abroad in France in the early 2000s and continues through present day. Val has just moved from her hometown in North Carolina to be near Milly in New York City—both women are pregnant and hope to raise their daughters together. We alternate between this timeline and flashbacks to the early years of their friendship, along the way learning about someone named Helène and the long-term impact she’s had on both of them.
There is so much toxicity and complication between Milly and Val, and yet they keep returning to each other. Money is a factor (Val had more of it when they were young, and now Milly is better off), but they’ve also each been affected by parental abuse or loss, and something always keeps them from reaching out at the right time or letting the other in when they should. Both of them behave in deeply frustrating ways and make choices that I don’t think I ever could. But something about their story drew me in, kept me hoping they’d eventually figure their shit out. Coster is also thinking more generally about friendship, and motherhood, codependency, marriage, polyamory, jealousy, race, class differences, the crafted personas we present on social media, and what it means to show up for someone else without fully sacrificing the self. I’ll be chewing on these ideas for quite a while.
Right now and upcoming
One of my regulars at the coffee shop surprised me on Friday with an advance copy of BECKY CHAMBERS’ NEW BOOK, so obviously I am dropping everything to read that! Sorry for the galley brag, but October will be here before we know it! Stay tuned for thoughts.
What are you reading right now?
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Haiku round-up
This poetic form, containing seventeen syllables in a five-seven-five pattern, originated in Japan. I’ve been writing one each day since the beginning of 2024 as an exercise in structured creativity. Here are this week’s poems:
Monday, July 27
(This would’ve been my paternal grandmother’s 97th birthday)
I remember her air-splitting sneeze, sharp cackle her temper, her love
Tuesday, July 28
We’ve both been caught out no jackets or umbrellas so we crouch and run
Wednesday, July 29
Slowly, thoughtfully unpack, wipe down, rearrange Home reclaims its shape
Thursday, July 30
A clean page, erased ready for a new story I’ll get to plotting
Friday, July 31
The caffeine-starved hoard at the door, en masse, roaring COFFEE, WE MISSED YOU
Saturday, August 1
Our interruptions frequent, joyful, unrestrained— yes, I remember
Sunday, August 2
Awaken to damp, street darkened with recent rain air heavy, scent-thick
And another thing
Nature continues to be majestic despite everything—here is possibly the first complete film of a whale birth serendipitously captured by drone.
If you need to explode your to-read list, check out Book Riot’s best books of the year so far. I was excited to see some of my 2026 favorites there and reminded of more I want to get to in the next few months.
This fruit crumble recipe looks like the perfect balance of easy and delicious and I’m hoping to try it soon.
Until next time
I’m not a pink person by nature, but the giant crepe myrtle in the backyard is going crazy right now and it’s my favorite place to gaze whenever I find myself in the kitchen. Excitement for autumn is starting to rear its campfire-scented head, so I appreciate the reminder to enjoy the rest of summer while it lasts.
See you next week, and until then, wheeeeee!
♥︎ Emily
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REAL EM DASH HEADS RISE
- that lineup is SICK, i expect to hear much about it. have fun!!
- re: currently reading: ive been doing so much better about reading when i just indulge fully in what im actively interested in, imagine that! ian leslie is a putz but john and paul: a love story in songs is a blast. and reading being easier has finally made me pick back up the hours by michael cunningham (gorgeous prose and methinks its getting a little bit lesbian in there!)
- i love your daily haiku practice 🥹 can you even believe the custies survived one (1) day without us?