A few years ago I read an entire book before realizing I had already read it. I looked back at my Goodreads read list and realized I had no memory of about half of the books on there. So I built a new habit – (almost) every time I finish a book, I word-vomit my thoughts and emotions into a note on my phone. Sometimes they’re brief, sometimes they’re long-longwinded, sometimes they just ramble…and now I’m putting them here. Please enjoy the madness.
This wasn’t really a book I think I would have gravitated toward on my own but a friend of mine who’s into surfing loaned it to me and I really loved it. It was adventurous but real. He took off and explored life around the world but not in a whimsical eat pray love way. I feel like it showed the realities of living on the road in other countries while obsessing over something. It was also nice to learn about different cultures through this particular lens. I never knew the science and observation that goes into surfing and found the historical background of discrimination interesting. I probably won’t be picking up a surf board anytime soon or hitchhiking around Asia but it definitely awoke some wanderlust.