Quite & Sootshade
Sootshade
Hey, have you ever come across a book that feels like a hidden path up a cliff—so detailed you’d think it’s actually leading you to a new height?
Quite
Yes, I’ve slipped into a few of those. One felt like a narrow staircase up a cliff, each chapter a firm foothold, every sentence a careful grip that carried me higher into a world I never realized was there.
Sootshade
Sounds like you’re finding your own footholds in the prose, one careful sentence at a time. What’s the next climb?
Quite
I’m eyeing a quiet, layered memoir next—something that feels like a gentle slope rather than a steep cliff, where each page gives you a new foothold in a quiet, almost invisible ascent. It’s the kind of book that doesn’t shout, but lets you feel the rise as you read.
Sootshade
Maybe something like “The Lost Language of Pigeons” by Oliver Sacks. It climbs in a quiet way, each page like a soft step, and you’re lifted gently up without the shout of a hard cliff. Give it a try.
Quite
That sounds like exactly the kind of gentle ascent I’m looking for. I’ll pull it from the shelf and see what soft steps it offers.