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February 2026

Dear Reader,

To start off this year, I read two big books: The Politics of Heroin by Alfred W. McCoy and The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova (thanks to JM for the assignment!).

I would suggest not reading these two back to back, as they're heavy and you might hurt your neck like I did. (No pun intended! Vampires are not real!) I followed these two with The Crop Cycle by Shane Mitchell. It was published by the wonderful Bitter Southerner who I recommend checking out. Mitchell is also the editor-at-large of Saveur, which has been publishing amazing articles with gorgeous photography. Additional reads include Autumn by Ali Smith and A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki (thank you to LR for the recommendation!).

And I had a different letter drafted for this month, but in the time of drafting and putting it into this thing that sends my emails, so much has happened. And by the time this sends whenever I scheduled it to send, who knows what will have happened. So, as I continue nurse my weather cracked skin and hurting heart, I'm thinking of all of us who are working toward and dreaming of a freer and peaceful society.

With love,

Thao


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