Moontime began today. I've got tea, pain relief cream, and some cloth pads as extra backup while I use period underwear.

My well-meaning friend, Sre, messaged me saying that she was sorry if this would bring up any negative feelings for me, but she knew mid-20th-century writers are my jam, and would help me shop for them when she was in my city. She attached a picture, and I didn't process it correctly at first, because it was a shelf full of Persephone Books. I assumed it was a picture from Persephone Books themselves, since they have a store full of shelves of just their books. I thought she was offering to buy one for me and bring it with her when she came here. I told her that she was sweet, and right about them being my jam, and also that after years of being unable to pick up a book without pain related to the bookstore that broke my heart, referred to on this journal as Spinebreaker, it was books like these–Virago green books that were out of print, and Persephone Books which are unavailable in my country, that helped me read again, specifically because I knew Spinebreaker would never be able to stock them. The owner had said that she was trying to bring Persephone Books to her store and wasn't able to get distribution here, and that was a few years ago.

Sre said she didn't know getting them here had been a challenge–and that's when I realise that the picture she had sent me was of Persephone Books stocked in Spinebreaker, and that's when I realise that she didn't know that I didn't clock it.

I've posted here before about moments when I was at risk of relapsing and didn't, and how far I've come and all that. Well... this particular moment is a struggle for me. I've been struggling with sorrow, suffocating waves of them, because... this is a bit like that moment when I visited Spinebreaker for the first time, saw Barbara Comyns on the shelves, and thought it must be A Sign because I had never seen her books here before. A whole shelf of just Persephone Books, in MY COUNTRY not to mention my city? It seems like a miracle. It was something I didn't think was realistic. Just like that whole damned bookstore, just like seeing Barbara Comyns stocked there, just like the chance to work there... it was just never realistic.

At the moment, I happen to be reading Amelia's Intrigue by Judith A. Lansdowne. It's sweet, gentle, cosy, funny and endearing. A perfect comfort reading. It's also out of print so Spinebreaker can never stock it, so there. I'm enjoying it.

When I was bringing myself back into reading I picked up books that would never be stocked at Spinebreaker, or so I thought. Books the owner couldn't get, books that were out of print, and books that were independently published or books she doesn't want to put on her shelves. I got to read some amazing indie books by friends on DW. I also bounced off quite a few books that are made for the indie market but not made for me, just not the sorts of books I enjoy.

The thing is, I imprinted so hard on Spinebreaker because of the books in it. I identified with it so hard because of how it's curated. This means that a book that is stocked there is highly likely to be a book I'll enjoy and a book that's not stocked there is not likely to be a book I'll enjoy. That sucks. But it is what it is.

I have to be okay reading books that are also stocked in Spinebreaker. I have to enjoy them without pausing for pain. I have to get to that point, and I guess I'm frustrated that I'm not there, that I've not healed completely so that there's no chance of feeling all that hurt all over again. It's also the kind of thing that very few of my friends IRL understand, because it just seems trivial to them, like they don't understand why it's been affecting me so much. So I'm glad I can journal about it here.

I'm touched that Sre thought of me when she saw the sorts of books I love, so I don't resent her bringing this up. I would have found out eventually. Because most people I know, including my closest friends, go there regularly and they have talked about the books they've gotten there without me feeling like this because those were books that were accessible otherwise as well, and available elsewhere. But I bet I would have heard about these at some point.

Sre said she could take me to Spinebreaker when she's in my city, if it would help me if she's there. I thanked her and told her I'd rather not go as I don't feel welcome there. I mean, the owner blocked me, lol. She said that instead she could go buy me a Persephone Book from there, but I really don't want to give Spinebreaker any money. Since all of the authors of Persephone Books are dead, I'll pirate them if I can't access them any other way. I love the publisher though and will buy their ebooks when possible; they don't publish most of their books as ebooks, which I think is a pity, but they do have a few in ebook format. I bought Diana Tutton's Guard Your Daughters that way, and of course they've made Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day by Winifred Watson available as an ebook, since it's their star title.

I'm participating in The Wheel of Chaos in which we collectively pounce on our keyboards and become chaos gremlins for an unforeseen amount of time. Signups are here: link!

y'all. i just read a book that blew my mind and i've come to screech about it here after screeching about it on bluesky. it's Tradwife by TC Parker (link is to purchase the ebook direct as i did) (also her birthday was yesterday so it's a good time to treat yourself to it if it's your thing). it's political horror & crime fiction, so mind the trigger warnings and your mental readiness. it's written like sociology meets true crime, like nonfiction-y fiction, and all the decisions for how to communicate the story were perfect imo. i want to fangirl about it, especially one aspect of it, but this is one book which i will say it's absolutely IMPERATIVE to go into it spoiler-free (so don't read reviews). PM me if you have read it though because i need to fangirl about it to someone! TC Parker replied to my squee post on bluesky and i'm riding that high as well

another thing i did that made me happy is, i made a new friend!!! considering i am a post-college adult in my almost-30s that is no small feat. i went to a thrift meet-up, and i met her there; on this journal i'll call her Megs. she moved to my city recently and we exchanged instas. we hung out and talked about things we like, some of which we have in common: she likes k-dramas and said she'd like to watch one together. she lives quite close to me and i told her i have a viki subscription so let's goooo. she asked me if i like korean food, i said yes. i asked her if she wanted to eat at the korean restaurant with me and she said yes! she works freelance unlike me (i work 10 to 7) so sometimes she's free on weekdays but not on weekends. but it keeps changing and that variety should be conducive to scheduling things i think. we are meeting for lunch tomorrow!!!

( an aside )

i've been going out to eat on my own, going to do things on the weekends alone (even this thrift meetup i went to alone and was lucky enough to meet Megs there). but hanging out at the thrift meetup i was super happy because it was like i'd come with a friend. i found a few pieces i like. i bought a modal tank and a sports bra from Megs, and we realised we're the same clothing size and can borrow anything from each others' closets we played uno and jenga because there was a table with board games on it. there was also a little girl drawing, laminating and putting adhesive on stickers at the table and we bought two stickers each. there was another little girl selling her books, and their mothers discussed how they'd never put their girls in the regular school system, which made me jealous. Megs and i went up to the sustainable store to look at the goods, and she bought reusable bamboo straws, and i bought laundry and dishwashing soaps. we talked plenty and our silences weren't uncomfortable. i have been wishing for an irl friend to watch kdrama and fangirl with, so i'm happy!

there was also a cute guy at the thrift meetup. i was drowning in anxiety about going and talking to him because he was cute. eventually i managed it, and asked him whether he had come just to thrift or to meet people too. he said "ummmmmm……" and then he said he'd come to meet people too, but the length of his umm raised suspicions that he'd just come to thrift but was being polite or thought saying the truth would be awkward. he was friendly and extroverted which i realised can be more confusing than someone who is shy and clearly prefers their own company or some company over others. i followed him on instagram. his instagram was almost influencery in follower number, but my instagram is set to private, so i got confused when he followed me back, like did he want to meet people? so i texted him, saying it was fun talking to him, and he said same here, so i said do you like parks, and he said yeah everyone should like parks, and i said do you want to walk in one, and he said he'd love to but he'll never be able to schedule it which confirmed my initial suspicions and gave me closure.

i loved being reminded that i can be attracted to people, like that's not dead yet, nor is the hope that drives me to talk to them. and i didn't love feeling the social anxiety. but i felt the anxiety and did it anyway, and i do love that. i'm proud of me.