Books from a slow summer

A list, because I promised myself I would keep one.

• A Sand County Almanac, Aldo Leopold. Read a chapter a week, month by month, which turned out to be the right speed for it. The essay about the old oak and the saw is the one I keep thinking about.
• The Peregrine, J. A. Baker. Dense and strange and not quite like anything else. I read it in short pieces because it is too intense to read in long ones.
• Walden, Henry David Thoreau. A reread. I like the parts about beans and ice much more than the parts where he tells everyone else how to live.
• The Old Ways, Robert Macfarlane. Good for reading on trains. Made me want to walk somewhere far away and then, more usefully, to walk somewhere close by.
• Three Men in a Boat, Jerome K. Jerome. For the cabin trip. Still funny, which I did not expect.

Gave up on: a very long novel that everyone recommended to me. I got to page 340 and realised I did not care what happened to anyone in it. I might try again in winter. I probably will not.

Next on the shelf are two books on bread and one on fixing old electronics, which says something about how the autumn is likely to go.