Notes from bell hooks in times of confusion

2020 has been a year of confusion. From relationships, friendships, and family – we’ve all witnessed some friction within all those categories. As always, I’ve appreciated solitude; however this isn’t a time of solitude. This has been a time of frenzy, watching our futures hang in uncertainty as we idly watch others die left and right. When there are times of confusion, I go back to my books. I joke with my friend that if it weren’t for literature, I’d probably die. He thought I was joking at first, until he realizing I wasn’t batting my eye. Yikes.

As of recently, I’ve decided to re-read bell hook’s all about love. My current notes on it thus far (apologies for the disorder):

I’m still working my way through this book, processing it slowly as I find that we poorly define love. Hopefully I’ll be able to reach a conclusion.