Man, I would poke a baby in the eye for a good book. The stack on my bedside table seemed so hopeful a few weeks ago, but good lord. Stinkers, all of them! Well, almost all. Also I kept getting bogged down by boring books that would put me to sleep almost instantly, so I didn’t get as much read this month as I would have liked.
46. girlchild. I wanted to love this book so much more than I did. The author does have the coolest name in the world, though. And it wasn’t a bad book, I just went into it expecting something different than what I got, and I found the back and forth style of it confusing. Well written, but ultimately not my favorite. (And it deals with childhood sexual abuse, if that’s something you try to avoid in your fiction.)
47. The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer. This was a little bit stupid, but I enjoyed it. The main problem with it is that the romantic lead is a complete and total dillhole, and somehow this is supposed to make us fall in love with him? No thank you. God, that kid was a buttface. It makes me realize how hard it to straddle the line between “jerks we fall in love with because they’re not really jerks even though they are sort of jerks” and “just plain jerks”.
48. The Way We Fall. DEAR GOD AM I TIRED OF CRAPPY DYSTOPIAN YOUNG ADULT FICTION. MAKE IT STOP! Except his is a trilogy! Oh wowsers.
49. Chopsticks. I thought this was a super weird book. It’s told sort of scrapbook style. Reminded me a little bit of those hilarious Griffin and Sabine books, minus the envelopes. Also, I really liked it. It takes all of about twenty minutes to read, so you don’t have a lot to lose there. It had a creepy vibe that I really dug.
50. In the Woods. I really like Tana French. I really liked this book. It was incredibly depressing, and I enjoy that in a book. Mr. E read it after I did and the ending seemed to sort of tick him off. I don’t know. He wanted to talk about it as I was falling asleep so I wasn’t really in the mood to discuss the symbolism and the fate of the Irish middle class in the eighties, but if you’d like to, I’m sure he’d be happy to engage in some pithy emails on the subject.
51. Bond Girl. This was sort of dippy but it was entertaining. Although quite frankly they talked way more about food than any sort of actual bond markets and I never did figure out what the main character did or how she was so successful since she admitted to not knowing how to do anything she was asked to do, ever. As far as I can tell managing hedge funds just involves building Excel spreadsheets and eating Philly Cheese steaks, so now at least I have a future career plan should mommy blogging not lead to paths lined with gold.
52. The Odds. I wasn’t so much a fan of this book, which made me sad because Emily, Alone was easily one of my favorite books of last year.
53. What They Do In the Dark. I started off liking this book, and it was definitely well written, but it just kept putting me to sleep and after awhile I gave up on it because I just didn’t care anymore.
54. Good In a Crisis. Yeah, I don’t know, this was just not that interesting.
55. Wild. I loved this book. Read it, get it, do it. This was my bright spot in a month of stinkers. I knew I would love this because I love Cheryl Strayed, although I will say that most of the reason I loved it is because of the great attention to detail. This is a true story of the author’s solo hike on the Pacific Coast Trail, and although I respect her “finding myself” journey, I was a lot more interested in hearing about what she ate, what she packed, what she wore, all that kind of stuff. I have to say though she does a great job of weaving minutiae and personal tragedy together into this story. I never really did get why she got a divorce and some of the “I did it with a random guy in the back of his truck” stuff is maybe not for everyone, but still. Favorite book of the month.
56. Prayer and Lies. Ugh. Seriously not a fan of creepy lascivious V.C. Andrewsesque descriptions of what is actually sexual assault. It reminds me of those icky “Girl With The ____ ” books. Are there really that many Swedish sex perverts in the world, or do you just like writing way too much about Swedish sex perverts? No thank you. I refuse to link to this.
57. Hidden Kitchens. This was interesting and I’d read about southern food any day of the week but I didn’t like the way it was laid out. Confusing to read.
58. Froi of the Exiles. Holy shit was this long and confusing. I ended up having to skim at least half the book. I mean, this book is FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY THREE PAGES LONG. And so insanely detailed and so many plot twists and in no universe could I keep this business of who was what and gave birth to who and then abandoned who and then left who on a Lumateran altar straight. And for me it did not compare to Finnikin of the Rock, but still. Melina Marchetta knows how to build a world, yes she does. And she can write a male lead like nobody’s business. This was easily one of the most entertaining things I’ve read this year. I just needed half of it.
59. Wonder. I really shouldn’t check out Middle Grade Fiction anymore.
60. The False Friend. I couldn’t get past the clunky sentence structure. Also, I’m sort of tired of reading about mean girls doing bad things.
61. The Might Have Been. I’m also tired of reading about jerks making endless bad decisions. GET OVER IT AND QUIT BEING A TURD FACE, DUDE! Great cover though. Love that cover.
62. Under the Never Sky. Oh no. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
63. A Very Young Dancer. God, I loved these books when I was a little kid. Someone please for the love of god bring these back into print so I can stop checking them out from the library over and over again.
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