Live Alone and Like It, Marjorie Hillis
Have you read this yet? It’s perfect. It’s from the 1930s, so it’s wonderfully dated, and it’s sprinkled with cautionary tales like The Story Of Miss X, who did not plan out her Saturday and ended up eating crackers grudgingly on the couch.
For burrowing into and avoiding eye contact.
The Channel Islands, Santa Barbara, CA
Send her there by herself. No one human lives on these islands. There are no roads or buildings. There is a special type of fox that only lives here. Release your spinster into her natural habitat.
If you have never eaten a meal alone in bed propped up among a bunch of fancy pillows, delicately picking at some soup while looking over the newspaper, you have yet to truly experience Life.
There is no excuse not to go inside a cave at least once. Caves are the secret hearts of mountains.
I too hate the construct of “X’s Wife” or “X’s Daughter” in book titles, but don’t blame Jack Weatherford for that. And be honest: would you know the names of Genghis Khan’s daughters without context?
TIT STRAPS. Wear this while reading Villette, or solving a crime while riding your bicycle.
For escaping friends and enemies alike swiftly and soundlessly.
Because you can never have too many books about Ida B. Wells.
I can’t afford this, obviously, and neither can you (if you can, please consider buying it for me), but just look at it. It looks like a damn ship. You could bestride it and take to the sea in it, like a coracle.
When And Where I Enter, Paula J. Giddings
Paula Giddings is a remarkable writer who writes about remarkable Black women. It’s a no-brainer, guys.
Okay, Natori is not cheap, but this is on sale for ninety dollars! Which is…still not cheap. But it goes with your bed tray!
Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.