Emily Poe-Crawford

This morning I was back on my strollway bench with a thermos of hot coffee, excitedly opening a new book, soaking up the sounds of red-shouldered hawks calling across the creek to each other and light rain pattering on the leaves above.

The vibes: immaculate.

So far, 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘓𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺 is smart, funny, and engaging—and I aim to finish it in time for a Zoom book club discussion tomorrow afternoon, so I’ll report back soon with further opinions.

What (and where) are you reading this weekend?