(*) = a pick for top 10 of 2015 January The Girl Who Was Saturday Night by Heather O'Neill The Paying Guests by Sarah Waters Landline by Rainbow Rowell The Fever by Megan Abbott Shopaholic to the Stars by Sophie Kinsella The Next Best Thing by Jennifer Weiner I'm just getting my bearings working at… Continue reading 2015: A year in reading
January: The Cuckoo's Calling by Robert Galbraith (aka JK Rowling), The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd, Lazy Days by Erlend Loe It's always colder than I remember. I finally read JK Rowling's foray into mystery wondering why she needed to publish it under a male pen name. It's the year of #ReadWomen2014 and… Continue reading 2014: A year in reading
I hardly read at all this year---19 books, which is still more than one a month but woefully short of 2012's impressive 70. To me this feels like an abominable failure. When I was younger (but not that young, not young enough to admit this out loud and not feel totally embarrassed) I was terrified… Continue reading Think of all the books you could read
We get bound up in each other. It's inevitable. That's what makes life interesting—the push and pull of people, especially the ones that you yearn for in one way or another, although not always the way that they want. We make promises in our youth that lack the follow through of day-to-day living. We love… Continue reading The Interestings, life, love and not knowing anything at all, ever
Half-way through Robin Sloan's bibliophile adventure tale I wasn't sure that I liked it quite as much as I wanted or expected to. Here were all the ingredients to the perfect story, and for all intents and purposes, I was Sloan's target audience. So, I was surprised that the adventure wasn't nearly as striking or… Continue reading On reading Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore in 24 hours
If you're looking for a hard-to-put-down read you've definitely found it, but the story—and the dark slimy layers underneath it—aren't as easy to abandon as the book is when you're through.
A quick recap for all my admiring fans. cough. I got more traffic on my last post about the publishing apocalypse than on anything else all year! I feel like this means I'm not a crazy person ranting to the wind. Rather, a crazy person ranting to the relative silence of the internet. Or something. To my… Continue reading Oh, the places I’ve been
What if readers gave up on Mr. Darcy before Elizabeth Bennett could fall in love with him? What if the unlikable Frodo had been sacrificed early and Merry and Pippin took the ring to Mount Doom? What if Harry and Hermoine got together at the beginning of the series? What if countless heroines escaped their tragic fate? If readers had a say, would Lolita have ever been abused? Would Romeo and Juliet narrowly escape their fate? Would endings ever be unhappy?
Also worth noting, my new messenger bag from Christy Studio has the perfect book sized pocket! A happy coincidence, especially since I am prone to carting books around until they are... well... less than pristine. It's also a bright yellow, not that nasty beige it appears to be in the picture. Curse you bad lighting! Also… Continue reading Bags for bookworms
"It's amazing that you still haven't read Anna Karenina. And you call yourself an English major." "It's not that I haven't tried. There's something about the title that sets me off Karenina... Kar-nin-nin-a. I want to pronounce it like an engine revving. Is that weird? Don't answer that. Maybe it's just that I get so… Continue reading The Sweet Tooth