For the past year we have been stuck at home. My world, formerly borderless, is now confined to places I can get to on foot or after weighing the pros and cons of transit or car rides. However, it isn’t all bad, I have plenty of time to read.

Margot Livesey’s The Boy in the Field transported me to the UK, even if this isn’t the year to visit my favorite haunts.

Lily King’s Writers & Lovers took me back to the Cambridge, MA of my early 20s and had me crying with nostalgia and hope by the end.

Steven and I read poetry collections out loud every Sunday, improving our reading skills and feeding our hearts, our souls. We’ve loved the Beat poets, Richard Blanco, Louise Gluck, Neruda, Ferlinghetti, Cate Marvin, Nick Flynn, T.S.Eliot, and countless others. My bookshelves are full to bursting even though most of our beloved new poets have slim collections.