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The Last Memory: Chapter 8
"So, I will need my ID for this new job," Trenton said, taking a bite of her green beans. "Do you know where that is?" Pam looked at her closely before answering. "I know that I have it, but I will have to look to see where I put it."
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in BookClub
The Last Memory: Chapter 7
"What about that hardware store over there?" Trenton suggested, looking over at Pam. "I don't see how that could hurt," Pam said, pulling into a parking spot next to the store. "You go in and seeing they are hiring. I'm going to get a coffee from across the street."
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in BookClub
Book Review: Focus to Fortune by Terry Fisher
In Focus to Fortune: The New Science of Attention, Energy and Earning Power, author Terry Fisher argues that the defining currency of the modern economy is no longer time or even skill, but attention. The book positions focus not as a personal virtue but as a measurable economic resource that influences productivity, income and long-term wealth.
By Manish Bhatiaabout a month ago in BookClub
The Last Memory: Chapter Five
Trenton walked down the stairs, feeling the air cool down around her as she got to the bottom. The basement was dark and there was only one light bulb on the ceiling to brighten everything up. Trenton scouted the room for the dryer, finding it in the far corner of the room. She opened the door, pulled the clothes out, and set them on top of the dryer.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in BookClub
Unhinged Healing - Raw Poetry For The Abused
The book that was never meant to be. In a moment of discontentment and boredom, I began to gather my poetry that was scattered across writing platforms, old journals, and forgotten documents on my Google Drive to bring some sort of organization to my writing portfolio. I realized I had a lot more poems than I thought I did. It was a joke at first. I said to my family, "Man. I didn't realize I had this many poems written. I could make a book of them." When my husband suggested actually making a poetry book to add to my portfolio with them, I almost automatically responded with: "Because I am no Poe or Emily Dickinson. No one wants to read my trash poems."
By Hope Martinabout a month ago in BookClub
Reading Orlam
Introduction For my birthday I got the Polly Jean Harvey book "Orlam". I was a little confused about it at first, but now it has revealed itself to me and I am enjoying exploring the worlds and magical mythical creatures and people that are described here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in BookClub
The Chronos Compass and the City Beneath the Sands
Professor Aris Thorne was a man obsessed with forgotten history, his office overflowing with ancient maps, crumbling texts, and peculiar artifacts. His latest fixation was the legend of Aethel, a city swallowed by the desert millennia ago, said to hold the secret to manipulating time. The key, according to fragmented scrolls, was the "Chronos Compass."
By Being Inquisitiveabout a month ago in BookClub
Direct experience versus mental construct
Modern science, together with Buddhist philosophy from the distant past, teaches us that direct experience should be the ultimate master that dictates what to believe. But then the whole thing becomes circuitous: If direct experience is all there is that cannot be doubted, we can only legitimately believe in direct experience. In other words, the cogito of René Descartes should be “I perceive, therefore I am.” The “I” is simply there to indicate that the act of perception is not a disembodied affair, outside of time and space, but relates to a perceiving subject, whatever we have to say about it.
By Oliver Jones Jr.about a month ago in BookClub
Haruki Murakami: Isolation and Modern Surrealism
Haruki Murakami writes like he’s inviting you into a quiet room inside your own mind—a place where loneliness hums softly, time feels slightly off, and reality has a habit of slipping sideways. His stories are famous for their dreamlike logic: wells that lead to other selves, cats that carry messages, parallel worlds that exist just out of sight. But beneath the surreal surfaces is something deeply human. Murakami’s real subject isn’t weirdness for its own sake—it’s isolation in the modern world, and the strange inner landscapes people build to survive it.
By Fred Bradfordabout a month ago in BookClub








