Sure, sure, we’re almost halfway into February, but I never went over everything I read in January. Because I’m obsessive like that, I’ll do it now.
- My Mother the Cheerleader, Robert Sharenow
- Red Glass, Laura Resau
- Thirteen Reasons Why, Jay Asher (audio)
- Gideon the Cutpurse, Linda Buckley-Archer
- A Great and Terrible Beauty, Libba Bray
- The Uncommon Reader, Alan Bennett
- The Amulet of Samarkand, Jonathan Stroud
- To Say Nothing of the Dog, Connie Willis
- The Golden Dream of Carlo Chuchio, Lloyd Alexander
- Run, Ann Patchett (audio)
- The Tea Rose, Jennifer Donnelly
- Rebel Angels, Libba Bray
- Joey Pigza Swallowed the Key, Jack Gantos (audio)
- The Exception, Christian Jungersen
- The Madonnas of Leningrad, Debra Dean
- The Winter Rose, Jennifer Donnelly
I actually read SIX books published for adults! Shocking. Hmm, well, that seems to be the only thing I have to say about that list. With the exception of two Mock Printz titles that I didn’t care for, I was pleased with everything else I picked up.
Now on to the present, where I am still awash in books and reading too many at once. Last night I finished up Then We Came to the End, which was pretty funny, but the only time I cared was for the brief moment it switched out of second person. The ending was strangely satisfying, and the very last sentence was intriguing, but I was too tired to figure out what it meant.
Today I polished off the marvelous The Museum Book, which I recommend as a good quick non-fiction pick for anyone who shares my abiding passion for museums. Especially museums in London.
Now I’m reading, on Kate’s recommendation, Drowning Ruth. I conveniently found a copy on the library sale shelf right after she mentioned it, so I paid my $2 and took it home and stuck it on my shelf. Then today it occurred to me that, like Kitri, I ought to put books I own and haven’t read yet on my library shelf, so that I’ll remember I want to read them when it comes time to pick out something new. So I loved it over, as well as Anil’s Ghost, which Jenna gave me for Christmas so that I would read it. (Which is kind of funny, because it sounds pretty intense, and last time Jenna was asking for book recommendations, she turned down a lot of suggestions because they sounded too intense/depressing.) Anyway, I picked up Ruth while I ate my popovers and drank my coffee. And I really think a study ought to be done on the effects of consuming popovers and coffee while reading, because it becomes difficult to stop. I think the three things have some bizarre symbiotic relationship. Witness my reading of The Winter Rose last month (okay, that may have been because the book was that addicting).