I really thought I’d blow it out of the water this quarter and read a ton of books, but alas, I read three. I’m hoping for a solid fourth quarter to round out the year and finish with a bang. We’ll see.
Here’s what I read this month:
12th Of Never, by James Patterson
This is your typical Jimmy P. I don’t have anything to say about it except that you can rip my James Pattersons from my cold dead hands.
Mr. Maybe, by Jane Green
This started out pretty solid, in a cute Bridget Jones’s Diary kind of way, but then the main character just pulled some stupid BS and I spent the last half rage-reading. I am all for the flighty single gal in the city kind of book, but I need a little self-awareness from my main character. Just a smidge.
The Interestings, by Meg Wolitzer
This books starts out with a group of six teenagers who meet one summer at an arts camp. From their first meeting, the story jumps forward about 40 years, where we get a glimpse into where they are now, and then we spend the rest of time filling in the blanks for each person—how they got where they are in life, who they married, etc. I really liked the writing (it reminded me of Prep, by Curtis Sittenfeld), but there’s basically no plot at all. I don’t really have a problem with that, if the writing is good, which it was in this book. HOWEVER, the mainest of the main characters never seemed to grow up, which, as she got to be 30, 40, etc., reaaaaaally started to wear on me. I just don’t find it endearing when a grown-ass lady acts like a teenager. Still, I would recommend, just be prepared to sum it up thusly: It’s…interesting.
What are you reading? Anything good? I keep starting books only to have to return them to the library because I haven’t read quickly enough. It’s very effective.
I went on a James Patterson tear a few years back & read like 7 books of his in a row. Then one night, when J was out of town, I woke up in the middle of the night and was CONVINCED that there was a killer standing in my bedroom doorway, and if I rolled over, he was going to murder me. So I didn’t roll over. And I’m alive to tell about it.
I’ve been having trouble getting into anything recently, but I am working on the new Tana French book and it’s really good. I’m hoping to finish it this weekend.
I just finished All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr and I loved it. About a blind girl living in St.-Malo during WWII with her father, juxtaposed with a young German soldier tasked with bringing down resistance fighters. That description doesn’t really do the book justice – it’s lovely.