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bloodandmoors · 1 month

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"At times revealed, hidden at times.

I saw my beloved in all I saw."

While Sufism and I, irrefutably, may never share the same page, it has parts that will always intrigue me. Beloved//محبوب, is an abstract concept. Even a relative one, atleast for me. During my language classes, I loathe this word. Having to paraphrase poems (نظم/غزل) to fit in the most mainstream 'drunkard of a poet' stereotype, the infatuations over a beautiful woman or the betrayal of a romantic lover is clearly not my favourite thing to do. But in My Hours, when I'm rendered mildly sober due to sleep and fatigue, I do think of it, yet again, merely as an abstract. An abstract I may or may not understand, an abstract I'll never be able to explain. But what I do understand are these lines.

I read these lines within the hands of a beggar, who recieved alms outside a mosque. I read these lines with the heart of a martyr. I read these lines in the supposed fortress of an ascetic. I read these lines in prostration, and with my head raised towards the sky. Where do I see the beloved, and how? Do I close my eyes for it or I force them open? Do I need to find the beloved, or it just needs a name? I used to believe a muse ruins you, it becomes your vice. Time and again, I've been severely wrong.

We are full of love, in all its essence. Rightly, what stands distinct is the love for the Divine. It is The One True Muse, which who denies of is left alone, stranded and unguarded. The rest of the love is fluid. This muse, except rarely, is variable. Mostly we find new things, new people to love, and very rarely we attach unconditionality with them. However if you do, it finds its place second in the hierarchy, a concept which, I suppose I failed to mention, is very, very abstract to me.

[key words: Sufism, ghazal, poetry, urdu, academia]

#literature #dark academia #poetry #urdu ghazal #urdu nazm #abida parveen #sufism #urdu shayari #love

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secretearthquakecheesecake · 4 months

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🌹One of my favourite...

Ahmad Faraz Ghazals.. Pakistani Urdu poet, scriptwriter, iconic stature powered by his most of the seductively romantic poetries.🕊️

|| Kuch to mere pindaar-e-mohabbat ka bharam rakh, Tu bhi to kabhi mujh ko manaane ke liye aa ||

|| Pahle se maraasim na sahi phir bhi kabhi to Rasm-o-rah-e-duniya hi nibhaane ke liye aa||

|| कुछ तो मेरे पिंदार-ए-मोहब्बत का भरम रख तू भी तो कभी मुझ को मनाने के लिए आ ||

||पहले से मरासिम न सही फिर भी कभी तो रस्म-ओ-रह-ए-दुनिया ही निभाने के लिए आ||

🌼𑜞᭄with ℒℴѵℯ 🌹💞

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koishua · 2 years

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hi vienna!! <33 i hope you’re well!! could you please do amber and purple for the ask game? i hope you have a great day/night!! 💗

amber: favorite poem?

i don't have much i like written in english bc they just feel so bland compared to those i have read of persian or turkish or arabic or urdu or hindi poems (really im realising that i was never exposed to western poetry as a child lol) but i do love "still i rise" by maya angelou! i read a collection of her poetry once a while ago and her words are just beautiful.

"biliyorum sana giden" by cemal süreyya is one of my absolute favourites :') i wish i could give you a proper translation of it it's just so </3 "utansın" by necip fazıl kısakürek is another one of the classics that i adore with my entire being :( he also wrote this one short line that had me gutted for an entire day when i read it called "affet", which translates to "forgive (me)" and it's so, so heartbreaking to me.

"acılara tutunmak" by hasan hüseyin korkmazgil is heart-wrenching as well and i think about it all the time as well ;-; "seni saklayacağım" by özdemir asaf?? gorgeous and disgustingly beautiful.

some noteworthy lines from those that make me feel my feels:

biliyorum sana giden yollar kapalı/ üstelik sen de hiç bir zaman sevmedin beni (biliyorum sana giden)

roughly trans. "i know, the roads leading to you are all closed / and that you never even loved me in the first place"

ölümden ilerde varış dediğin, geride ne varsa bırak utansın (utansın)

roughly trans. "what you called arrival is ahead of death, let what remains back be ashamed"

göz kaptırdığım renkten, kulak verdiğim sesten, affet senden habersiz aldığım her nefesten... (affet)

roughly trans. "for the colours i have seen, for the sounds i have heard, forgive me for each breath i took without your knowing..."

sonra, sen de ölünce kavanozuma gelirsin. ve orada beraber yaşarız / külümün içinde külün, ta ki bir savruk gelin / yahut vefasız bir torun / bizi oradan atana kadar... [...] vazgeçtim toprak olmaktan, vazgeçtim çiçek olmaktan / senin yanında kalabilmek için (ben senden önce ölmek isterim)

roughly trans. "later, when you also die, you'll come to my jar. and we'll live there together your ash in my ash, until a careless bride or an unfaithful grandson throws us out of there... [...] i renounced from being part of the earth, i renounced from being a flower to be able to stay with you."

seni saklayacağım inan / yazdıklarımda, çizdiklerimde, şarkılarımda, sözlerimde. / sen kalacaksın kimse bilmeyecek / ve kimseler görmeyecek seni, yaşayacaksın gözlerimde (seni saklayacağım)

roughly trans. "i'll hide you, believe me / in my writings, my drawings, my words. / you'll stay, nobody will know / and nobody will see you. you'll live in my eyes."

acı çekmek özgürlükse / özgürdük ikimiz de (acılara tutunmak)

roughly trans. "should suffering mean freedom / we were free, both of us"

these poets have such incredible and heart-stopping way with words and i simply cannot even begin to express how touching all of these are when you truly understand the language :')

there's also this one poem from shahryar that goes: no, she has not yet died, because i am still alive / she is alive in my sorrow, my poem and my fantasy / whatever poetic heritage i have is hers / can the center of love and beauty be ever silenced / and that sweet woman die – she, who bore shahriyar? / “never will die the ones whose heart is alive with love.” and that ish breaks me on a regular basis ;-; i still feel so disappointed sometimes bc i will never get to experience his poems in their original language bc i know that some things just CANT be translated or else they will lose their magic ;-;

purple: what makes you nostalgic?

there is this tree on my way back home that i walk by and it has a very distinct smell that catapults me back to the school i went to during my first and second grade and it sucker punched me in the gut when i first smelled it :') it's mind boggling how smells are so closely related to memories </3 marina diamandis' music also throws me back in time and i always reminisce upon my childhood and the time i spent with my best friend ;-; also pictures oml last time i went on a Google earth deep dive and almost broke down crying bc i saw the old cities i lived in and my old houses and the apartments we used to stay in ;-; it was so wild

color ask game.

#ask games !!#oml this was so long im sorry but i just HAD to get those poems out of my system #they're just so good ;-;

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corkcitylibraries · 1 year

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Cork in Verse | Ana Spehar interviews Fahmeda Naheed

Fahmeda Naheed holds several academic degrees, including an M.Phil from UCC, Certification in Mental Health in Communities from UCC and Policing and Human Rights Law in Ireland from the University of Limerick. Fahmeda Naheed is a former Graduate Intern for Diversity, Executive Officer, An Garda Siochana, Regional Office, Anglesea Street, Cork, Ireland. She writes for Garda Review Magazine. She is a tutor of Fusion Cooking (Irish-Pakistani food) with Cork City Partnership. She is a member of Faith of Sanctuary and an Ambassador of Schools of Sanctuary.

Fahmeda Naheed is currently working with Doras on SALAAM Project. She is a registered teacher with the Teaching Council of Ireland. She worked in different capacities and roles as a trainer, Intercultural Dialogue facilitator, translator/interpreter, community and researcher and has a few publications. She remained involved in a number of projects for migrants and integration, including running diversity recruitment campaigns for An Garda Síochána, political participation of migrants in Ireland, training projects; policy initiatives, providing training on Domestic and Gender-Based Violence, campaigns through involving schools, and college students in raising awareness on diversity issues through public speaking, research and writing projects.

Your poem was recently published as a part of the Protest Poetry collection and you wrote an essay for the Pathways collection, both for Good Day, Cork. When did you start writing? Do you prefer to write poetry or prose, or both?

I started writing at my school age. I use to write in my own language which is Urdu and expressed my thoughts in both poetry and prose. I tried to look at the world in the shoes of others which helped me to make many friends from different age groups who shared their encounters. I feel writing in any form is beautiful but through poetry, many messages can be sent across and readers imagine them according to their own lived experiences.

Can you tell us more about your creative process? Do you have a favourite writing space?

I have always things going on in the back of my mind which is never planned. Any reading, listening to other stories, experience, overwhelmed emotions, cause and effect impact, environmental influence, day-to-day life and family challenges – all contribute to my creative process. I do not have any specific writing space. If I get in the mood to write, I write while sitting on a bus, park, room or anywhere. I just need a feeling and mood as a stimulus and of course time.

Would you look on writing as a kind of spiritual practice?

Yes, writing is a spiritual practice. It is a reflection of body and soul needs which need a sense of attainment, attention and eagerness. It balances the needs, aspirations and soul journey. We have to discover our soul pathways through reading, writing, listening and expressing through spiritual learning practices. Anger is a very strong emotion which needs to be translated into a good expression and poetry, art, writing, creativity makes this possible. Also dealing with mental health, we need to reflect on ourselves that all senses of learning are working together, with full potential for smoothness of our mental and physical world.

Where do you seek inspiration from?

Just like life, you learn in multiple ways- people, books, places, nature, feeling, success, failure, religion, relationships, news, conversation, dialogue, work, research, love, knowing yourself, dreams, movies, ideas, and sometimes no idea where I get ideas too! I definitely look into that idea that challenges me as a person, questions my presence, and touches the soul, asks questions to reason my own creation and creativity and character. There is not a single person in my life, I met and did not get inspiration from. If you ask me my first inspiration, I would name Allama Iqbal, a 20th Century poet, South Asian writer, philosopher, politician and man of vision. I was so addicted to his philosophy of life that it boosted my morality, self-reliance, courage and resilience, dedication, confidence, self-respect, sense of achievement, dignity and hope. The language he used, worked as a spiritual revolution for me. Just a short quote from his poetry

‘Delve into your soul and there seek our life’s buried tracks;

Will you not be mine? Then be not mine, be your own right/your own self!’

What book would you recommend to our readers?

I would recommend readers read the English translation of the Quran, not by considering it as a religious book but by analysing it from many perspectives. I read it every day and derived the essence of my life -it consists of stories, ups and downs of nations, sociological aspects, language and literature, civilization, rise and fall of civilizations, character-building, love, care, right and responsibilities, the guidance of life and quality of life. It helped me to set up my priorities, sense of real life, hard work, timetable, and work-life balance. It gave me the purpose that humanity starts from yourself (self-kindness), and spreads to family and then to the community. It developed my love of nature and understood the delicate messages it gives. I developed research methodologies from Quran – from investigations to the highest aspects of intellect. There are parts in it that credit the wisdom and vision in understanding the universe. It inspires the readers through monologue, historical and contemporary themes and character-building to community-building.

Tribute to women

(Tribute to all women - Vicky Phelan, Sandra Boyd, Mary Bergin, Ruth Lohse, Alyson Nelson, Louise Muckell, Margaret Una Noone, Lisa Thompson, Larisa Serban, Miriam Burns, Hollie Thomson, Lisa Cash, Iona Mihaela Pacala, Sharon Crean, Bruna Fonesca, and Natalie McNally)

Who you are

Where are u

No matter what planet u belong to - Part of the planet u belong too!

We share ,we care ,we love, we uplift, we grow ,we touch the sky

We are creators

We are reformist

We are saints, we have spirituality

We flourish

We sustain We together Or alone

We are a masterpiece of nature

We are superior

We are the universe and the universe is in us

We laugh and the world sparks!

We open our eyes to make the sun arises!

We close our eyes and the darkness come

We are not a misery but a cycle of change

The world will definitely realise the beauty We have

We are not shame but we are fame

To the whole world and mankind -we are not defeated as we are warriors of an unending war

Which will end on the dome’s day!

We are courage and never failed

We are struggling to make our ways

We are seeds, plants, trees and shadows in the rain and severe weathers- all seasoned

We are spring but autumn is the time when we all get ready to grow

We are fertile though few try to barren us!!! Something is wrong which must be changed and stopped…. You can't ignore us, you can't avoid us

We are stars, always shining, sometimes dark makes us see

We are cure

We are not a drama episode but we are here from start to the end and before start to after the end!

We are romance and poetry, the world can't live without us

We are souls of the body of this planet

Nothing can work without us

Nothing will grow without us

Heaven is under our feet

We will change the world - we are conquerors

Come forward, grab yourself and shout ‘We are time and never will die’

We are colours

When u accept yourself

Whole world will accept u

Embrace your self

In your own arms-lift yourself from your own power

Never see outside, inner is your existence

Plan your plans-make them real as real as you are

No worries, love yourself, find your soul, find your ways, fly with spirit-

love resides in you- Care yourself as kindness begins from you!

Laugh with soul and dream your dreams-Your eyes are yours to find you- Your hands are yours to build yourself- Your taste is yours, taste the taste

Sketch yourself, build yourself,

with your hands, create yourself!!!

What if there is no Hate

What if there is no hate

The planet will be one belonging to all- blacks, whites, yellows and browns

Wisdom would be everywhere with no exaggerations

All birds will fly free

Live free, breathe free

no conspiracies

no destruction

no judgments and injustice,

no biases, no stereotyping and hypocrisy

no blames, no claims

no violation of human respect, dignity and rights

No ignorance, no fear, no wars, no damage

Hate is the greatest enemy of peace

Hate is the lowest display of power

Hate is insecurity for everyone, hate is a troll

Hate starts from self-hate-hater’s self

There is hate, there is no life- If there would be no hate, unlimited numbers of dead would be living today or have had longer lives- Lizzie o Neill, Catherine Cooper, George Applebe, Sarah Frances, Michael J.Reynolds, Elizabeth Plunkett, Seamus Quaid, Patrick Gerard Reynolds,Father, Niall Molloy, Marilyn Rynn, Brian Murphy, Ashling Murphy, Lisa Cash and ….

Let’s love, leave no space for hate

hold hands not guns- love is the peak of glory

As hate is a crime, its an evil, a Satan’s dictionary word,

Hate is racism, hate is an ugly projection; a failed word, the most unwelcomed gesture

unlearn hate- “Knowing is not enough, we must apply. Willing is not enough, we must do.”- bruce lee

Embrace love, hold love, hug love, sow love, grow love, source love, come and dare to love!

Love is natural, it is nature, it is God!

#corkcitylibraries #corkinverse

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apreciousheart · 2 years

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✨It was the summer of love, A delicate daydream✨ It’s truly been one of the most chaotic yet exciting summers celebrating love with 6 weddings in real life & streaming 2 online this year. It’s such a beauty to witness tons of my friends not only meet the love of their lives but seeing how their partners bring out the best in each other in every way. (Such goals 🥲) It’s been a huge honor partaking in these celebrations & continuing to see their relationship blossom into their awe-inspiring marriages. Thank you for an unforgettable summer that I’ll definitely look back on this ever so fondly. There are so many favourite things I love about weddings, just to name a few: I love hearing stories of who they once were vs who they are now, their first encounter & the cliché saying of “when you know, you know”, when you know you’ve found your person for life 🥹 Thank you for all the happy tears I’ve cried in every speech/song speech, vows, endless booze & food, dances, laughter where my cheeks hurt, new friends & so many sweet, sweet reunions 💕 A massive thank you to all those who invited me to celebrate your special day with y’all & having the honors to be bridesmaid three times this summer! ♥️ I’m forever grateful 💜 P.S. I may not have 27 dresses, so here’s 6 😂 To all the pics that didn’t make the cut, here’s the photo dump of unseen bits 😂 #writerscommunity #words #urdupoetry #writingcommunity #inspiration #motivationalquotes #sad #poetryofinstagram #writers #positivevibes #quotestoliveby #poetryisnotdead #selflove #photography #wordsofwisdom #happy #yourself #happiness #poets #instadaily #urdu #followforfollowback #writersofindia #believe #success #stories #lifestyle #instawriters #igwriters #lifequotes (at United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChmbjVZDQhl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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shaharrbano · 4 years

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ہزاروں سال نرگس اپنی بے نوری پہ روتی ہے

بڑی مشکل سے ہوتا ہے چمن میں دیدہ ور پیدا

Hazaron Saal Nargis Apni Benoori Pe Roti Hai

Bari Mushkil Se Hota Hai Chaman Mein Didahwar Paida

For a thousand years the narcissus has been lamenting its blindness;

With great difficulty the one with true vision is born in the garden.

-Allama iqbal

#urdu poetry #Allama iqbal #my favourite poet

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his-heart-hymns · 5 months

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What is your favourite poetry? And why?

Dilemma mai daal diya tumne toh😂

Urdu poetry ki baat kare toh Mirza, Iqbal,Faiz,Faraz,Jaun,Parveen,Muneer,Jigar, Dagh Inka likha hua sabkuch pasand hai.Inme se kisi ek ki poetry kya,sirf kisi ek ko choose bhi nahi kar sakta.Bura Maan jayege doosre😂.

Abhi toh mai filhaal John Keats ko padh raha hu.Mujhe keats aur urdu poet Jaun elia mai kafi similarities nazar aati hai.Keats ki Ode to a nightingale abhi ke liye meri favourite hai.Khas kar yeh wala hissa.

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,

But being too happy in thine happiness,That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees

In some melodious plot

Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,

Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

#ask #answered #desiblr #desi tumblr #poetry

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maryambxt · 5 years

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‏عشق قاتل سے بھی، مقتول سے ہمدردی بھی

یہ بتا کس سے محبت کی جزا مانگے گا؟

سجدہ خالق کو بھی، ابلیس سے یارانہ بھی

حشر میں کس سے عقیدت کا صلہ مانگے گا؟

#poetry #photography #urdu #my photos #urdu shayari #nature #urduadab #favourite poet #photooftheday #allamaiqbal #lahore #pakistan #badshahi masjid

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aritheartist · 2 years

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🥀Exquisite Urdu Words

A list of thirty of my favourite Urdu words

Aab-o-Taab: Glory, brightness

Aab-shaar: Waterfall; in poetry, can be used to refer to tears

Afsoon: Magic, sorcery

Aziyyat: Torment

Baad-e-Saba: Morning breeze

Darakht: Tree

Fitnah-pardaazi: Machination; a treacherous or hostile scheme

Faaqa: Starvation

Fardaa: Tomorrow

Gulposh: Adorned or covered with flowers

Khaufzada: Terror-stricken

Khwabeeda: Dreamy

Mashq: Practice, exercise

Mausiqui: Music

Mehr-o-Mah: Sun and moon

Nasheman: Nest; often used to refer to 'home'.

Nawaazish: Kindness, generosity

Parwaaz: Flight

Raqs: Dance

Rauzan: Window

Sabaat: Permanence, stability

Shafaq: Red glow at sunset

Shagufta: Blossoming, flourishing

Sharar: Spark

Shora-e-Kiraam: Gathering of poets

Swaaneh-Umri: Biography

Talkh: Bitter

Teergi: Darkness

Tishnagi: Thirst; a strong desire or longing

Vasl: Passion

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willkillforgoodmemories · 4 years

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Dark Academia for Brown People

Most people, when they think of dark academia is books (that’s the whole point) and ancient languages such as Latin or Ancient Greek. I’m here to tell you that you all are SLEEPING on brown culture. Love that is conveyed in the languages of Persian and Urdu (my native language) crosses borders. Sure, Shakespeare and Sappho wrote great pieces of literature but the stories and poems of Rumi, Manto, Hafez and Iqbal have a special place in my heart.

Some of my favourites are:- (all are translated)

Sit at my grave with wine and a minstrel in a trance, so your smell will raise me from the dead.

HAFEZ

My lover’s sadness lit a fire in my heart that burned my chest, there was a fire in his house that burned the nest.

HAFEZ

O the day turned night, what a shame, a gazelle of kindness a lion became, my partner and lover grew tired of my words and prayers too.

RUMI

These are my personal favourites. I can always make a longer post if you all want.

Female poets deserve a whole other post.

As someone who goes to an English-Medium school, we are always taught to converse in English, see the language as a part of yourself but deny a place to Urdu. As I grow older, I have come to appreciate my identity and so should all my fellow brown people. Take pride in your mother tongue.

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srfash · 6 years

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حالتِ حال کے سبب، حالتِ حال ہی گئی شوق میں کچھ نہیں گیا، شوق کی زندگی گئی ایک ہی حادثہ تو ہے اور وہ یہ کہ آج تک بات نہیں کہی گئی ، بات نہیں سنی گئی بعد بھی تیرے جانِ جاں ، دل میں رہا عجب سماں یاد رہی تری یہاں، پھر تری یاد بھی گئی اس کی امیدِ ناز کا ہم سے یہ مان تھا کہ آپ عمر گزار دیجئے، عمر گزار دی گئی اس کے وصال کے لئے، اپنے کمال کے لئے حالتِ دل، کہ تھی خراب ،اور خراب کی گئی تیرا فراق جانِ جاں! عیش تھا کیا میرے لئے یعنی ترے فراق میں خوب شراب پی گئی اس کی گلی سے اٹھ کے میں آن پڑا تھا اپنے گھر ایک گلی کی بات تھی اور گلی گلی گئی صحنِ خیالِ یار میں کی نہ بسر شبِ فراق جب سے وہ چاندنہ گیا، جب سے وہ چاندنی گئی اس کے بدن کو دی نمود ہم نے سخن میں اور پھر اس کے بدن کے واسطے ایک قبا بھی سی گئی

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jaane-ghazal · 3 years

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Share a little piece of poetry in your mother tongue

My absolute favourite piece of poetry is sarfaroshi ki tamanah and no it's not a Hindi poem, Bismil Azimabadi was an urdu poet, don't let schools fool you

Another favourite would be sab yaad rakha jaega by Amir Aziz

#i read a lot of protest poetry can you tell #i could make a list of urdu protest poetry #too much work?#maybe #asks #urdu poetry #urdu literature

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soracities · 4 years

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Any Asian, Middle Easter, or Spanish authors/poets you could possibly recommend? I would love to start reading outside of my comfort zone this year.

I don’t know if you had any specific country or culture in mind so I’m just going to include all of my favourites across the whole, plus what’s been recommended to me (I’ve included some diasporic authors and a few anthologies too)

Asian (East, South-East and South):

Arundhati Roy

Andal

Rabindranath Tagore

Kiran Desai

Agha Shahid Ali

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Han Kang

Banana Yoshimoto

Haiku by Basho, Buson and Issa

Kenji Miyazawa

Takuboku Ishikawa

Li Po

Yu Xuanji

Can Xue

Eileen Chang

Xiaolu Guo

Viet Thanh Nguyen

EDIT: More South Asian writers, courtesy of anon:

Mirza Ghalib

Nazir Akbarabadi

Hasan Manto

Premchand

Adi Shankara

Chanakya

Kalidasa

Middle Eastern (and some North African):

Rumi

Mahmoud Darwish

Saadi Youssef

Maram al-Masri

Hafez

Forough Farrokhazad

Sinan Antoon

Nathalie Handal

Etel Adnan

Nawal El Sadawi

Marjane Satrapi

Ahdaf Soueif

Dunya Mikhail

Khaled Hosseini

Amal el-Mohtar

Adonis (would start with Songs of Mihyar the Damascene, or The Pages of Day and Night)

Nizar Qabbani

Khaled Mattawa (not just for his poems, but his tireless translations which honestly, are a gift beyond measure)

Spanish / Spanish-language

Homero Aridjis

Octavio Paz

Alejandra Pizarnik

Julio Cortázar

Eduardo Galeano

Andres Neuman

Enrique Vila-Matas

Silvina Ocampo

Norah Lange

Dulce Maria Loynaz

Gabriela Mistral

Valeria Luiselli

Isabel Allende

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Rosario Castellanos

Josefina Vicens

Alejandro Zambra

Lorca

Julia de Burgos

Additional Anthologies:

The Colombian Anthology of Modern Korean Poetry

The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono No Komachi and Izumi Shikibu / Women Poets of Japan: An Anthology

Frontier Taiwan: An Anthology

We Sinful Women: Contemporary Urdu Poetry

Breaking The Silences: an Anthology of 20th-century Poetry by Cuban Women.

ÜL: Four Mapuche Poets / Poetry of the Earth: Trilingual Mapuche Anthology

Victims of a Map: A Bilingual Anthology of Arabic Poetry

Inside / Outside: Six Plays from Palestine and the Diaspora

#ask #anonymous #poetry recs #book recs

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