I’ll be honest with you, this picture was actually taken last winter. Despite the fact that today is the first official day of winter, Toronto doesn’t look anything like this at the moment. And let me be clear: I am not complaining. At all. I love the milder temps and the fact that I haven’t seen a single snowflake yet. I recognize that something isn’t right and that this can’t possibly be a good thing, but I’m still enjoying it nonetheless.
I know winter will show its face soon enough, complete with blowing snow, icy sidewalks, and salt-stained clothing. I hate everything about winter when I’m outside, but watching winter from the comfort of your home is a whole other story. Inside I can wrap myself in a soft fleece blanket and sip tea while the cold wind blows. Inside I can light candles and bake cookies, I can dance around the living room in warm pj’s, all while the snowbanks outside get higher and higher.
And while I hibernate and avoid all forms of social interaction (unless people want to come to my house) this winter, here are some of the books I’ll be reading.
The Last Love Song: A Biography of Joan Didion
by Tracy Daugherty
by Gregory Maguire
Welcome to Night Vale
by Joseph Fink
by Nicola Yoon
A Little Life
by Hanya Yanagihara
Reasons To Stay Alive
by Matt Haig
The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a F*ck
by Sarah Knight
Finding Winnie: the true story of the world’s most famous bear
by Lindsay Mattick