Fig


The Light Eaters: How the Unseen World of Plant Intelligence Offers a New Understanding of Life on Earth
Sensitive: The Hidden Power of the Highly Sensitive Person in a Loud, Fast, Too-Much World
The Island of Missing Trees
Spark Joy: An Illustrated Master Class on the Art of Organizing and Tidying Up
The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable
The Sweetest Fig
Fierce Daddy (MC Daddies, #6)
The Hoax of the Twentieth Century: The Case Against the Presumed Extermination of European Jewry
Salt & Broom
Court of Ravens and Ruin (The Shadow Bound Queen, #1)
Anastasia
A Veil of Truth and Trickery (The Veiled Realm, #1)
Star Mother (Star Mother, #1)
No Bad Parts: Healing Trauma & Restoring Wholeness with the Internal Family Systems Model
Ariadne
Popeye, Vol. 3 by E.C. SegarNo Fighting, No Biting! by Else Holmelund MinarikThe Light of Days by Judy BatalionHidden Figures by Margot Lee ShetterlyThe Age of Surveillance Capitalism by Shoshana Zuboff
Fig'ments
314 books — 7 voters
James and the Giant Peach by Roald DahlThe Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark TwainThe Grapes of Wrath by John SteinbeckOn the Banks of Plum Creek by Laura Ingalls WilderBlueberries for Sal by Robert McCloskey
Books with Fruit in the Title
918 books — 70 voters

Sugar Creek by Toni BlakeThe Apple Orchard by Susan WiggsThe Simplicity of Cider by Amy E. ReichertDance with Me by Luanne RiceNuts by Alice Clayton
Orchards in Romance Novels
64 books — 30 voters
The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth GrahameThe Giving Tree by Shel SilversteinA Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty  SmithLittle House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls WilderThe Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
Books with Trees in the title
1,033 books — 55 voters

We have been careless with our pie repertoire. The demise of apple-pear pie with figs and saffron and orengeado pies are tragic losses.
Janet Clarkson, Pie: A Global History

Sarah Elizabeth Schantz
And I think of Emily Dickinson, and my favorite poem about death, and the line that reads "I could not see to see." This is the line Ms. Sylvia copied onto the board in her beautiful cursive, which spirals away like blindweed tendrils, and then she asked the class what it might mean. I didn't even have to think about it. I just knew. To see to see, which is not exactly what Dickinson wrote, means knowing how to look. How to look to understand. How to look without your eyes. And to die, is not to ...more
Sarah Elizabeth Schrantz

More quotes...