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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

I just got to the end of Notebook 2 and it's so heartbreaking. She can't live within herself. There's a terrible split.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Here is the strange sound maker looking like a Totoro

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

The maple at the entrance of a park has started turning very early this year.

Mostly green tree but now with a shot of red running down the center to the quarter point

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

Happy to oblige! This is from this morning: Dorothea is looking out the window and Felix is purring away. He always squeezes his eyes shut hard when he's very happy.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Since this is her teenagehood, I can't imagine how extremely calm she'll be as an adult! So serene. This is how I regularly find her. Just lying around!

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Unlike my girlfriends and others around me, however, my glasses—like books—never betrayed me. They always waited for me to return to their world when I opened up another book or took them off my nightstand; they waited for me to open my eyes again. Egana Djabbaraova, My Dreadful Body

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

Every day is a god, each day is a god, and holiness holds forth in time. I worship each god, I praise each day splintered down, splintered down and wrapped in time like a husk, a husk of many colors spreading, at dawn fast over the mountains split. Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm

Pink and purple asters in bloom with goldenrod behind on an overcast day

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

They are doing well! They both like to join me when I read. Here they are both jamming themselves behind my book stand (it's holding My Dreadful Body-- utterly terrific read). The table for it is small so things can get a bit chaotic. That's Felix' hindquarters and Dot's face behind him. 🤭

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

The honeybees were madly busy today.

My beloved pink Eriocapitella hupehensis or broken bowl flower, cultivated during the Tang Dynasty. This one is growing in great profusion and covered in honey bees.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

Every now and then she found out she was wrong, and then she treated herself to a week of passionate humility. After this she held her head higher than ever again; for it was of no use, she had an unquenchable desire to think well of herself. Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

What can you do with the truth that everyone's a little sad and a little alone. Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (transl. Benjamin Moser)

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

Yes! This is Felix. He's a splendid silly boy. Very affectionate.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

She's a big fan of gnawing on them but of course, no one can get mad. This is her compatriot, Felix. No doubt he's dreaming about running and eating, two of his favorite things.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

Dorothea doesn't judge anyone for their reading habits.

Cute little kitten (creamy coloured with dark points) is resting on a small side table loaded with stacks of books.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

I wasn't expecting this when I started, but Abigail has turned out to be one of my favorite reads of this year. It's both unexpected and noble. An unusual combination for a bildungsroman. #NYRBWomen26

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

He looks like he's sleeping but he's watching and listening. A good pose for rain watching as any!

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

Dorothea doesn’t have her predecessor’s obsession with pens (yet), but whenever I open up a journal, she hurries over and lies on it. Even when very sleepy.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

I recently got two kittens. This is Felix and Dorothea (aka Dottie or Dot). Felix is sleeping hard after playing in packing paper and Dot is lounging. Some good rest after hard play.

White Siberian kitten is sleeping on back with arms over his head. Another white one with dark tail and face lounges on the lower level of a glass coffee table while looking up at me.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

I've heard so many good things about this one and ended up ordering a used copy. They advertised a completely different cover (red and yellow and more cheerful). It's odd but may fit the book well?

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

You are exactly right. Have you walked this path before? The program calls it JOMO: Joy of Missing Out.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 06/08/2026

One of the pleasures of reading outside is pausing to look at the sky.

Open pages of a book and in focus and above, the sky.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 03/08/2026

Barthes sometimes hits on thoughts I have often puzzled over myself and then crafts a sort of path for them. "No progress in pleasures, nothing but mutations."

La baladeuse ~ The caboose
There used to be a white streetcar that ran between Bayonne and Biarritz; in the summer, an open car was attached to it: the caboose.
Everyone wanted to ride in that car: through a rather empty countryside, one enjoyed the view, the movement, the fresh air, all at the same time. Today neither the streetcar nor the caboose exists, and the trip from Biarritz is anything but a pleasure. This is not to apply a mythic embellishment to the past, or to express regrets for a lost youth by pretending to regret a streetcar. This is to say that the art of living has no history: it does not evolve: the pleasure which vanishes vanishes for good, there is no substitute for it. Other pleasures come, which replace nothing. No progress in pleasures, nothing but mutations.
Roland Barthes on Roland Barthes

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 02/08/2026

It's one of those melancholy-weather days. summer just a little bit past its zenith.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 01/08/2026

The Sweet Dove Died has turned out to be one of my favorite reads of this year. This was unexpected as I haven’t enjoyed Pym’s other work. I loved the caustic writing, the icy heart at the center, the moments of ‘longing and loathing’ being so intertwined. Both brutal and human. #NYRBWomen25

cover of The Sweet Dove Died by Barbara Pym

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 01/08/2026

You never know what you're going to find outside the library. Gone now but not forgotten.

Forgotten notebook made of green and orange construction paper with a pair of googly eyes. Left on a bench by the library entrance.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 27/07/2026

Leonora Carrington in her Greenwich Village apartment, New York.

Tall dark-haired woman standing against a threshold, wearing a dark blouse and long striped skirt. Next to her is a dark table and chair full of clutter from a meal.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 26/07/2026

I wasn't expecting it but Spark's The Girls of Slender Means is sprinkled with poetry quotes. She's got me pulling out my old Norton Anthology of British Literature and revisiting old favorites.

Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 23/07/2026

An unexpected reveal in this recent edition of Agatha Christie’s The Mysterious Affair at Styles—an original and unpublished ending:

ending at Chapter 11: The story continues in chapter 12. To read Agatha Christie's original unpublished ending to the book instead, turn now to
page 233.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

Persephone just came out with an edition with a truly great cover.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 18/07/2026

This morning of clean, humid air brings with it a peculiar summer pleasure: slowly melting in the July heat with a cold drink while reading Muriel Spark's The Girls of Slender Means. Only Spark would come up with the line as "a cat loves birds" and compare it with the joy of reciting poetry.

Joanna Childe was a daughter of a country rector.
She had a good intelligence and strong obscure emotions. She was training to be a teacher of elocution and, while attending a school of drama, already had pupils of her own. Joanna Childe had been drawn to this profession by her good voice and love of poetry which she loved rather as it might be assumed a cat loves birds; poetry, especially the declamatory sort, excited and possessed her; she would pounce on the stuff, play with it quivering in her mind, and when she had got it by heart, she spoke it forth with devouring relish.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 14/07/2026

The sky mixing its colours before the heat settles in for the day

Swirling impressionist clouds in a sky of blue above a field of Queen Anne's Lace

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 10/07/2026

For Proust'a birthday: some pictures by Eugène Atget from 1898-1910 in Paris' 8th arrondissement where Proust lived while writing In Search of Lost Time. #AContinuation

A quiet corner of a sitting room with a sofa tucked into an alcove with a mirror above it

Wide boulevard with horses and carriages leading back to the Champs-Élysées

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 05/07/2026

A sudden, startling footnote in Act 3 of As You Like It. There's a lot to unpack here.

3.2.159 berhymed...rat
This alludes to Pythagoras's doctrine of the transmigration of souls and the popular lore that Irish bards killed rats with rhyming incantations.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 26/06/2026

The perfume from the milkweed was so heavy and intoxicating: I had to dodge a few drunken bumblebees while photographing the flowers.

Mauve flower heads of milkweed with tiny light yellow flowers dangling at the ends. Blue sky and clouds overhead

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 25/06/2026

This as big as they get before toppling over from their own weight (as seen from the one in the back). Child-sized is most definitely out. Anyone know which kind these are?

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 22/06/2026

@yvonnezlam.bsky.social @valarie.bsky.social It was Untitled Vampire Play at Lookingglass Theatre in Chicago. It was entertaining and had a great pace but perhaps could have been workshopped a little more.

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 21/06/2026

Not the usual pre-performance warning for a play

Please note: The first 2 rows in the corner of the theatre may experience small amounts of stage blood splatter. This blood is food grade, washable, show blood and our Audience Services Associates will have plastic ponchos if you would like to use them. We will also have cleaning instructions should you experience any splatter.
For more information, please contact the Box Office

For Untitled Vamprie Play at Lookingglass Theatre, Chicago

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 20/06/2026

How to talk about this novel? Cagnati is one of those rare and fiercely brave authors. She dives deep into the pain and loss of women discarded and used over and over after being labeled ‘crazy’ by society. A difficult read but well worth it. #NYRBWomen26

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Catherine Eaton @sparrowpost.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

Utterly delighted by this unexpected poem this morning. Sandra Cisneros, How to Grow Old

Don't fret about
the champagne-glass neck.
Drink champagne.
Inner-arm flesh, crepe bat wings.
Train for night flights.
Expect body hair to thin, disappear, Alpinize.
Trash tweezers, shavers.
In the bath, discover a warm atoll of flesh on the belly.
Cup gently in your hands like raw tortilla dough.
Admire its satin finish.
Give thanks.

One day you will wake astonished as Gregor Samsa and find you have transmogrified into a volcano.
Think Parícutin, Popo, Ixta, Orizaba.
Give yourself a cool new name, preferably with an "x" or "z" or "l":
Xandra Xiznerox
Zandra Zixneroz
XXandra ZZizneroz
Xztl Zxtl.
Spew smoke. Spew cinder. On occasion, totally appropriate to toss rocks. Pumice is popular.
Work on looking like Coatlicue.
Practice divining with an obsidian mirror.
Peer with sincerity daily.
It will tell you what you dread to hear.
Get used to it.

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