Discussion

How can i thank you
One day, a poor man is taking a bag of rice to a town. The rice is on the back of his horse but it falls down. The rice is too heavy to lift and he doesn’t know what to do. He only hopes someone can give him some help.After a while, a man riding a horse comes. But he is a rich man living nearby. The poor man hopes another farmer will come. But the rich man sees him and says to him, “You need my help, right?” And he helps the poor man lift the rice onto the horse’s back.“Sir, how can I repay you?” the poor man says.“It’s easy, when you see anyone else in trouble, do the same for him.”
By 张良锋3 years ago in BookClub
Whispers and Pages: A Love Letter to a Vanishing World of Books
This is inspired by the fact that my library is due for demolition in the near future. The same library that I have been going to since I was a kid, where my fingers first learned the joy of flipping through pages, where my imagination found its first wings, and where I embarked on countless adventures alongside fictional companions. It's a place where whispers of countless stories intertwine with the memories of my own journey, a sanctuary where quiet camaraderie thrived among bookshelves laden with knowledge and tales waiting to be told.
By Jaslynn3 years ago in BookClub
Nonviolent COMMUNICATION--A Language of Life
In a world that often feels like a stormy sea of misunderstandings, I found solace in the words of Marshall B. Rosenberg's book Nonviolent Communication: A Language of Life. It was a recommendation from a former friend that led me to this transformative journey through the pages of a book that would forever change my perspective on communication and connection.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR3 years ago in BookClub
Seeing Hope in Destruction
I am deeply passionate about the climate crisis and our connection with the world. That passion was fueled by the knowledge I gained during the semester I spent on my Farm to Table Concentration in college. My primary professor for that semester assigned us many exceptional reads that served to heighten my awareness about the world around me and the role that we all play in altering it. Although assigned by this professor as reading for my final semester in college, not my Concentration semester, Adventures in the Anthropocene: A Journey to the Heart of the Planet We Made by Gaia Vince had, perhaps, the most profound impact on me.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in BookClub
Atlas Shrugged
When I was in high school, I was in no way interested in politics. I just wanted to trust that the public would vote the right people into power and the government would do what was in our best interest. That’s what they taught us in class, right? How bills become laws and those laws are passed to protect us citizens and make society better as a whole.
By Bethany G3 years ago in BookClub
The Deep Transformation from "The Tattooist of Auschwitz" by Heather Morris
Picture the scene: the ScotRail train coasting eastwards half-asleep against an early Scottish morning, with the dewy, dreary Western Scotland clashing against the awakening buzz of a clear work-day sky of the Eastern side. I'm sitting around the middle of the train, staring at nothing across the passing-by backdrop of the Scottish lowlands, tears streaming endlessly down my face, with a copy of The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris laid across my lap.
By Cameron Smith3 years ago in BookClub
The Joy of Reading: Unlocking Worlds Through Books
Introduction In a world filled with screens and distractions, the simple act of reading remains a timeless source of joy and enrichment. Whether it's an exciting adventure, a thought-provoking mystery, or a heartwarming romance, books have the power to transport us to new realms and expand our horizons. Let's delve into the wonderful world of reading and discover how this age-old activity continues to bring joy to people of all ages.
By Article Pro3 years ago in BookClub
Strength And Perserverance
I was forty-nine when my mother died. I say that because I know I was lucky to have had her as long as I did. She was the rock, the heart and soul of my family and my best friend.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in BookClub
Finding My Voice
The moment was sitting solo in the back of the classroom for independent time. I couldn't tell you the teacher's name—nor my classmates. I don't think I felt it was important at the time, considering it was a matter of time before I made my way to a new school. And I knew the statistics of kids like me. Still, I liked this solitary time—reading time. And this classroom had a small trove of books donated to the class library.
By Dan-O Vizzini3 years ago in BookClub
A Children's Book Called Sister Anne's Hands
“Roses are red, violets are blue. Don’t let Sister Anne get any black on you.” Decades later, I can still remember that line. It comes from the children’s book Sister Anne’s Hands, written by Marybeth Lorbiecki and beautifully illustrated by K. Wendy Popp. My mother would always read to me when I was little and this book was one of her favorites. I didn’t have an epiphany at six years old when it was first read to me. And as an adult, I didn’t have an epiphany either when I re-read it to write this piece. It is hard to say that this book “changed me.” Rather, I would call this story a stepping-stone on the path that I try and walk today, its poignant message carried well past the age of reader the pages are targeted towards.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in BookClub
Midnight Transformations
Before reading The Midnight Library as part of Brandy Clark's book club, I spent quite a bit of time thinking about regret. Both the concept of regrets and the specific instances themselves plagued my mind regularly. Like I'm sure many of us do, as time travel is such a prevalent ideal in our culture, I sometimes think about the top moments or actions I would go back and change if given the chance. The funny thing people don't realize is that we are constantly time traveling, and maybe that's the problem. We're always rapidly moving forward, into the future, whether we like it or not, while simultaneously traveling to the past in our minds while visiting memories, sometimes we even become stuck there. Either direction one goes, too far in the future or the past, the outcome is essentially the same: time spent not being present in the current moment. In other words: time we'll never get back spent not living our lives.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in BookClub
Ain't No Monologue Like A Vagina Monologue
The script became the play that became a book, or a playbook, or generations of unspoken thoughts and feelings that needed to 'scream-yell-and-tell' like there was no tomorrow because there wouldn’t be. Not without us and our vaginas. Yep, vaginas. But such awful things happened to them. And kept on happening to them. And a massive silent public didn’t seem too outwardly bothered enough.
By The Dani Writer3 years ago in BookClub