Here’s a glance at what I’ve been reading lately. I started to crave Wendell Berry as I approached the warm months. These books quenched my thirst.

A Place on EarthA Place on Earth. Wendell Berry was new to me last year thanks to Sarah Clarkson’s inclusion of Hannah Coulter on a list of her favorite works of fiction. I fell in love hard and fast and read Hannah twice, once to myself and once aloud to my husband. Then I went on to read Jayber Crow, The Memories of Old Jack, and The Adventures of Andy Catlett. Berry’s writing satisfies my love of rich characters, a sense of place, and incisive looks into the human spirit.

Nathan CoulterNathan Coulter. I didn’t like this one as much as I have the others, although I enjoyed reading more about Nathan’s story. It has a whiff of the dark and negative themes that seemed so popular in the mid-century novels.

Everybody Was So YoungEverybody Was So Young. I cringe at the word “favorite” because I don’t like making judgment calls about what’s better or this and that, but biography is probably my favorite genre of writing. This biography of Gerald and Sara Murphy is fascinating and illuminating, sad and strangely beautiful.