Total: 67 How to Love by Thich Nhat Hanh (RR) We Wish to Inform You that Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families by Philip Gourevitch Modern Romance by Aziz Ansari and Eric Klinenberg Where You Go Is Not Who You’ll Be by Frank Bruni How to Love by Thich Nhat Hanh (RR) Ariel by Sylvia Plath The Color Purple by Alice Walker Bossypants by Tina Fey Room by Emma Donoghue Rethinking Narcissism by Dr. Craig Malkin Nothing to Declare by Mary Morris When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi Yes… Read more »

How many books this year? Over sixty. I’m impressed with this number, though not exactly with my reading capabilities, for the following reasons: The bulk of those books (roughly 40 of them) came from the spring when I had no friends or social life. The reading slowed to a near-stop as school started and I had six AP classes and college applications to contend with instead. Yet overall, the books I’ve read this year have been fantastic. And so I… Read more »

Books are kind of amazing. Correction: books are amazing, one kind of amazing, a kind that is slowly, surely, healing my soul. Ten weeks ago shit happened. Ten weeks ago, as the most lovely Salman Rushdie puts it, the excrement hit the ventilation system. And in the time since, it has been on books that I have relied, books which make getting up out of bed in the morning a more promising prospect. I’ve had some time on my hands,… Read more »

As I started thinking more and more about place, as well as both my relationships and humans’ relationships in general with places, I started reading about it. A lot. In typical obsessive Nicole fashion, I started collecting resources – pages and pages of them, so many that I couldn’t list them all here, and that I was thoroughly surprised when I started digging things up. But they’re wonderful, every one, some short, some long, and since I know this is… Read more »

A couple of days this week I brought Sylvia Plath’s Ariel to clinic with me, to read in the moments without patients in the triaje (vitals) unit I’ve been working in. This copy of Ariel is a thin ivory paperback, lent to me in a stack of poetry books from my dad, or stolen off his shelves at some point a couple years ago. Inside the back cover is his signature and a date – May 27, 1981 – and inside the front cover… Read more »

My family is relocating, for the first time in all the time I can remember. My parents did this once when I was one and a half years old. Except different from last time, they are moving not thirty miles but ACROSS THE COUNTRY. (I’m actually not freaked out at all by this. I just like using all caps for emphasis.) Is it really bad that in thinking about moving away from my childhood home, the only thing on my… Read more »

And, in a lot of ways, so is the college admissions process. Let’s make that above statement a little clearer, at the very least by saying that the reverse is very not true – online dating is not a science, not in the least. Nut I was struck last night by the idea that science (or really, my attempts to get into science last summer) resembles accounts of online dating. Back to the beginning. This all starts with Aziz Ansari… Read more »

There are a number of things I am excited for when I get home. (Tofu, not secretly eating meat and finding out about it later, seeing family and friends, etc etc) What I’m most excited for right now? Altitude, or really lack thereof. Altitude for Cusco, Peru = 10,800 ft or more than 2 miles, or basically, running kinda sucks here. I know I’m out of shape, but feeling like collapsing after, say, seven minutes of light jogging is kinda… Read more »

Latest book book is Aziz Ansari’s Modern Romance. Started last weekend and… not read at all this week. SUCCESS! Uh, no. But it is truly freaking amazing, in part because I am kinda in love with comedy while being the lamest comedy geek ever (see: Mindy Kaling’s memoir (reread four times) and a more-than-mild infatuation with Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee). So, excited to actually sit down and read this thing next week.   I have decided as of this evening… Read more »

I am oftentimes a string of contradictions. I can be highly misanthropic, but I’m a student dorm head. I argue – no, battle – with a friend of mine over the superiority of the sciences over the humanities when really I want to double-major in biochem and philosophy. And, most relevant this morning, I hate parties with a burning passion yet one of the things I’m mostly looking forward to about adulthood is hosting dinner parties. Specifically, Friendsgiving. I have… Read more »