Take a break from impeachment hearings, climate disaster, and Twitter threads about what everyone has accomplished this year to bask in the world of Julie Andrews’ bookshelf: a world kinder than our own, where we may momentarily forget the chaos and sense of collective doom that characterizes life in 2019.
Andrews described some of her favorites for The New York Times, from Moss Hart’s memoir Act One, which she said possesses “his exquisite humor, charm and candor,” to her “vast collection of books about the plant hunters of the 18th century.” Seed dispersal historians, you now have a figurehead.
Here, read this, and take a slow, deep breath:
I fantasize that one day I will take a reading holiday—some place with a quiet beach, shade, a gentle breeze, and endless cups of tea while I indulge in the many books I’ve been dying to catch up on.
Me too, Julie Andrews. Me too.
[h/t The New York Times]